Week 0, Friday Post-Invesitgation - Sandalphon

[Ion's, uh, a little off balance right now. As soon as Fane, Varian, and Rebecca are done with him, he stumbles his way out in search of his partner. His whole body throbs in a dull ache, but his heart is in a much worse state. Stay close, he'd said. Not that this was his fault, but he feels terrible for the worry he may have caused nonetheless. His breath comes out in puffs as he finds the angel.]

Here I am! I'm so sorry!

[And he doesn't have his walking staff, so don't mind him as he immediately loses balance and collapses against the nearest piece of furniture, his knees buckling underneath him.]

Week 0, Friday Post-Investigation - Varian

[Ion had to take a seat as soon as he could, his head pounding and body aching, but from where he's placed himself temporarily at the bottom stair of the grand foyer, there's plenty of opportunity to flag down others. So when he sees Varian, he beckons to him.]

I'm sorry if I worried you, before.

Week 0, Friday Post-Investigation - Akechi

How are you doing?

[It's such a simple question, but it feels so loaded coming out of his mouth after today's discovery. By now, Ion's had a chance to sit down and catch his breath and fetch his staff, but as he approaches Akechi he still looks as if he might need to slow down a little bit more.]

Week 0, Friday Post-Investigation - Waver

[What happened? The question rings through the throbbing in his skull. He leans against the entrance to the dining hall and sighs, frustrated and sorrowful. Someone died, and he was found in here, unconscious? Why? What was the purpose?]

I just don't understand.

[He pinches the bridge of his nose. Maybe he's not meant to understand. Maybe it's really nothing at all. Maybe he's searching for answers that don't exist. Still...someone is dead, today. Someone that another one among them held dear. It's a tragedy, and he feels like a sham sitting down and avoiding it just because he's not feeling well.]

Week 0, Friday Post-Investigation - Ion

[Ion knows if the two of them are going to be co-existing in this place for an indeterminate amount of time, he needs to get over the way his stomach twists with anxiety whenever he looks at his Original. And besides, for all that he feels, conflicting or otherwise, he doesn't want any harm to come to him. In fact, he'd rather that his Original have more of a chance than even himself. So, he goes and finds him, where ever he may be, and takes a seat with him so they can talk, Ion-to-Ion.]

How are you doing?

[Have to start somewhere.]