Fon Master Ion (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
distressedude) wrote2012-01-27 02:11 am
distressedude) wrote2012-01-27 02:11 am
020 ~ [Voice]
[Save perhaps Sync's recent arrival, Ion hasn't been as stressed as he has been these past few months. The lack of experiments has made for a nice change of pace, though he's been refraining from saying as much. Just in case the Malnosso suddenly feel like putting an end to this little break... but it's that lack of stress that makes this new condition of his all the more mysterious. Losing a few feathers when he was sick wasn't entirely uncommon for him, and he had been feeling rather under the weather these past few days, but... well.]
Perhaps this is a bit of an odd question, but has anyone ever had their wings suddenly [...] change? Aside from just the color.
[Glancing over his shoulder. He has his wings folded behind his back so they don't appear in the journal-window. Usually they weren't out at all... which is mostly why he's only now noticing the change.]
Though I guess the color would apply as well, in this case...
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[What, they don't really teach about filial puberty in school! At least, if they did, it was probably one of those days Ion when was out sick. Which is a lot. Though someone Ion's age probably should have already lost most of the fluffy feathers on his wings...... he's a late bloomer, okay.]
Perhaps this is a bit of an odd question, but has anyone ever had their wings suddenly [...] change? Aside from just the color.
[Glancing over his shoulder. He has his wings folded behind his back so they don't appear in the journal-window. Usually they weren't out at all... which is mostly why he's only now noticing the change.]
Though I guess the color would apply as well, in this case...
[...]
[What, they don't really teach about filial puberty in school! At least, if they did, it was probably one of those days Ion when was out sick. Which is a lot. Though someone Ion's age probably should have already lost most of the fluffy feathers on his wings...... he's a late bloomer, okay.]
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I have been feeling a bit under the weather these past few days, but the wings aside, it's just been a normal cold.
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Your wings don't hurt, do they? [Yep, touching the molting one again.]
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N-No, they don't hurt at all! But it... tickles when the feathers move. I'm sure it'll pass when they stop being so sensitive. It was like this after they finished growing back as well.
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[Which is true, but is so not the real reason.]
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[Nothing in her voice intends to force him to, either.]
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...it's safer this way, isn't it?
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He's afraid.]
It...might be, yes. ...I don't think it's the best safety to count on if you should be drafted again.
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[It only takes those two words for Ion's entire countenance to change. For a moment, his eyes widen, and then he quickly looks away, hugging his arms tightly against his chest.]
I know that. [He says it quickly, but his voice sounds strained. He keeps his face angled away and takes a deep breath, trying to pull himself together quickly.]
[It was hard enough knowing his friends were still being sent out without having to think about what might happen if he got sent out again. He still hasn't quite gotten over what happened last time. The only time he's ever talked about it was with Nephry that one time.]
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[A hand brushes his shoulder, but falls away. It wouldn't be strange, she thinks, if he didn't want the comfort. At least, not from her.]
I'm sorry.
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[It takes a few more deep breaths before he can respond, his voice a bit shaky, but otherwise normal.]
...please don't apologize. I--
[He falls silent again before resting his hands in his lap and shaking his head. There's an attempt at a smile, but that's about all it can be called.]
Can we talk about something else?
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She knew how bad it was; it slipped her mind somehow, and she brought it up anyway. There are things that will do this same thing to her, and she feels she ought to know better.]
What would you like to talk about?
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[He's silent for a few moments, trying to think of something happier to talk about, before saying in a soft voice:]
...did I ever tell you that I decided on a day for my birthday?
[It wasn't totally random. She did ask how old he was earlier, after all.]
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No, you didn't. Which day did you choose?
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[Because replicas are special and are actually capable of potentially remembering the day they were born.]
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[He's asking in a way that says well enough that the question is more or less just out of habit. YES MOMMY I WANT A BIRTHDAY PARTY OMIGOSH.]
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[And he deserves a birthday party.]
Who would you like to ask?
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[He stops his excited babbling for a second (really, he's so excited he's probably acting a little like a child right now) to think, before speaking a bit softer.]
I wonder... if Sync would be interested...
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Sync? [Wait. Wait wait, that's a name she's heard before.] Sync the Tempest?
[That probably came out wrong. Chalk it up to surprise.]
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[He nods.]
Yes. He arrived in Luceti only a short while ago. Though I haven't seen too much of him since his first message over the journals. [...] Did you hear him?
[There's more than one question in that question.]
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