distressedude: (Relaxing)
Fon Master Ion ([personal profile] distressedude) wrote2010-03-11 05:02 pm

001 ~ [Voice]

[Raindrops falling from the sky and splashing down into the nearby river can be heard over the journal network. Someone talking very softly to himself can vaguely be heard over the sound of the rain.]

Where is this place...? Ah, there's buildings over there, I wonder if I should go there first...

[There is a pause as the boy in question stops and opens the journal. The the sound of pages turning mixes in with the rain alongside the quiet voice of someone who doesn't seem to realize the audio is turned on.]

Maybe... there's some information about this place in here...?
dissonates: <user name=fontech> (disgruntled sweatdrop)

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[personal profile] dissonates 2010-03-16 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh fine, he'll talk.] I didn't expect to see you here, Fon Master.
dissonates: <user name=fontech> (not impressed)

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[personal profile] dissonates 2010-03-16 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[...Speaking of that little trend-] Two years as of next month.
dissonates: <user name=fontech> (goddammit.)

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[personal profile] dissonates 2010-03-16 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
It's hard to say. [It has its ups and downs, but he's also significantly less miserable, so...] It isn't the worst place to live, I guess.
dissonates: by <lj site="livejournal.com" user="dizzily"> (pissed off/irritated)

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[personal profile] dissonates 2010-03-16 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
It's usually peaceful. It's only the experiments that interrupt things. [And ohhh does he ever hate those.]
dissonates: <lj site="livejournal.com" user="kannin"> (bitch plz)

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[personal profile] dissonates 2010-03-16 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
They're always different. They can change our bodies, minds, or our surroundings. Sometimes people get hurt, but most are just annoyances.
dissonates: <lj site="livejournal.com" user="kannin"> (-_-)

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[personal profile] dissonates 2010-03-16 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a lot of people in the same position as Ion, actually.

Asch shrugs, whether it was directed at him or not.]
Everyone has been asking that question from the beginning.