| --YNC!! [Someone's journal has fallen to the ground in a struggle and gotten kicked open. The wind blows the pages around, so the camera isn't focusing very well. A droid appears for a brief second, carrying someone with green hair. He's not struggling too much. He knows better than to fight it.]
[The same voice that had just called out is now laughing. Or rather, it sounds like the same voice. They either both sound like Ion or like Sync, depending on who you're familiar with.]

[The laughing continues for a few moments... and then suddenly stops.]
[And then turns into very angry yelling as whoever had just been laughing also becomes a target for the droids!]

[The journal only picks up the sound of him kicking and screaming to get away from them, the camera angled towards the sky. And as they depart, the only thing left sitting in the plaza is Ion's journal and Sync's mask.] |
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| [It's later in the evening that the journal feed turns on, but it's too dark in the room to see who opened the journal. And though the residents of House One will be treated to the sound of a window shattering in Ion's room, those listening in over the journals will only hear a short, hurried message:]I'll be back soo-- [The voice cuts off with a sharp cry of pain, followed by silence.]
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| [The journal is on and left recording, but just as Ion was about to close it for the night, he suddenly disappears from view. The sound of the chair falling over, a crash, and then a short cry for help echo over the network.] W-What's going on...!? Who are yo-- ahh!!
[It's all over in seconds, but it takes a minute for the journal to time out. The room has been left in disarray and the Fon Master is nowhere to be seen.]
[[ooc: Mini Hiatus! Ion will return from Mallynapping Monday. All threads on hold until then. Have a good weekend~ 8D]] |
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