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[Anise hadn't even been gone a full day yet and Ion already didn't know what to do with himself. It hurt to look across the hall and know that the room was empty. It hurt knowing he wouldn't see Anise's smiling face as she cooked breakfast in the morning. It hurt knowing he wouldn't get to spend another day with her around the village. It hurt knowing he still had so many things he wanted to talk to her about, things he needed to say to her, and now he couldn't.]

[Too many things were hurting and he didn't know how to handle it. He'd never felt something like this before.]

[And the only thing he could think of right now was to try not handling it. He needed time. This was different from the kidnappings; he may not have been able to know when, but he always knew she would come back eventually. And he would be there waiting for her. Now? He wasn't sure he could wait. Naturally, the thought that he might never see her again had already crossed his mind. Even if she were brought back to Luceti, he could be sent back before then...]

[He needed to get his mind off of things. Even if just for a day. Even if just for an hour.]

[Which is why Ion will be making his way around the village today, first stopping at the library and trying in vain to lose himself within the pages of a good book. Or a few books. From there, he wanders the areas around the plaza for awhile, perhaps grabbing something to eat at one of the restaurants despite his lack of an appetite. Eventually he'll give up on this and settle for walking the paths of the village until it gets too cold to do so anymore. By the time the sun has set, he'll be sitting on the front porch of House 1 and looking up at the starry sky, still not quite ready to head back inside.]

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[It takes a moment or two for Ion to stop and react, still rather distracted. He looks up at Wolfwood... and doesn't recognize him. After all, the last time he saw him he was only 8-years-old and Ion was kind of busy almost-dying.]

...yes?

[That look of confusion turns into a grin, at the sound of Ion's voice; so the kid can talk now. That's good.]

Neck's all better now?

[He shifts the cross on his shoulder, suddenly realizing—]

Ah, right... I was a lot shorter, when you last met me.

[Does the scruffy-headed tan guy ring any bells yet, or should he make sure to be completely obvious?]

[It takes a minute for Ion to realize what he's talking about, but when he does, he actually seems to perk up just a bit.] You were... that boy who saved me.

[He'd probably look even more grateful had the circumstances of this been different, but as it stands, this is the happiest he's looked all day.]

You left before I had a chance to thank you. You saved my life...

[He just grins. Hey, you did look a little depressed prior to him even saying anything, so it's good that you're at least smiling a little, right?]

Don't worry about that: I was thanked plenty, words or no.

But it's really good to 'hear' you're alright now; that was a plenty serious wound you had there.

[Almost without thinking, his hand trails up to the scarf around his neck, still hiding the scars that couldn't be healed away.]

Yes... I wasn't able to talk for almost two weeks after. [A pause. Thinking about the experiments made him think about the Malnosso and how they take people away... which in turn puts him right back to thinking about Anise, so clearly it's topic-changing time.]

Since I wasn't able to introduce myself before: my name is Ion.

[He smiles and sticks out a free hand for a handshake.]

I'm Wolfwood, pleased to make your acquaintance!

...Well, a second time, that is.

A second time, yes. It's nice to meet you as well, Wolfwood.

[Ion returns the handshake, but can't help but wonder how Wolfwood is carrying... well, whatever that is with only one arm. He looks up at it curiously.]

If you don't mind my asking, that thing you're carrying... are you transporting it somewhere? I'd hate to be keeping you... [It looks heavy.]

[He blinks, before laughing a small, humored laugh.]

This thing? Nah, this is part of my job. Carry it everywhere I go, mostly.

[He holds it up like a dumbbell, totally unaffected by the weight.]

I'm what you'd call a priest.

[...He wonders how long he can really say that before people say he's the shittiest priest they've ever ran into. |D]

Edited 2011-02-15 07:51 (UTC)

[Compared to the corruption within the Order of Lorelei back in Daath? Wolfwood is a Saint.]

A priest...? That's a clergyman, isn't it? [Have a respectful smile.]

I'm not familiar with that word in my own world, but I've seen it used in some of the books at the library.

[His smile broadens.]

You actually know what that is—I've been used to people scratching their heads, around these parts. Heck, even at home.

I'm a man of God, a fella of the cloth, a preacher, priest, clergyman, whatever you'd prefer. Though I admittedly don't look it.

["Doesn't look it", huh...]

Are priests from your world meant to look a certain way?

Well. Something like that.

[Less scruffy, less chest, less giant-gun-cross.]

No one ever seems to realize I'm one at first, anyway. But a lot of them wear a type of 'uniform' for the profession, I guess you could say.

[And here he was about to start thinking all Priests from Gunsmoke carried around giant-gun-crosses.]

A uniform... that isn't too different from how things are done in the Order. Usually those working within the main Cathedral wear robes.

That's kind of similar, I guess! When you're in the churches, you wear a robe-like sort of outfit, as a priest. This isn't much of a religious outfit at all, I'm wearing.

[it's just to show off his sexy frame to ladies, obv.]

Well, it would be a little impractical to wear them everyday. Especially when the weather is still cold... it's difficult finding a coat that can fit over them nicely.

[Naturally he's talking from experience here; Ion without a coat in the wintertime is just asking for him to catch something.]

[He winks and nods.]

Well, that's not as true in my world. It wouldn't be a very good idea to wrap yourself up in a bunch of robes in the middle of the desert, in my opinion. Smothers you in the church.

We don't really have any such thing as a winter, in my world.

A desert? [And no such thing as winter in the whole world? That seemed pretty extreme.]

It must be hot there, to never have a winter... is it difficult adjusting to how cold it's gotten in Luceti?

Oh, terribly. I've felt awful for most of this winter. And recently I'd gotten hypothermia, which let me just say isn't that fun to deal with. At all.

Hypothermia? [Oh geeze, it wasn't from when he stopped to help him in the snow, was it? Though he said recently...] I'm so sorry, that must have been terrible...

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Bah, it was a learning experience! Luceti gives us pleeenty of those, eh?

[Kind of extreme for a learning experience, bro.] Yes, it certainly seems that way at times.

[A small sigh.] Though, if everything that happens here is the Malnosso's idea of teaching us something, I would like to take a look at their lesson plan...

I imagine it must be full of mean little doodles of them abusing us.

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/puts on sunglasses and kanye-shrugs :'(

/WAS HIATUS'D FOR FINALS THIS TIME ):

YOU LIE, YOU JUST SPITE ME ;~;

....../HAS NO EXCUSES THIS TIME SOB ilu

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