Jul. 11th, 2018

fragileprophet: (oh hey look over there)
[Before there are memory happenings, there's Ion peering up at a tuning-fork necklace that seems to have gotten stuck on a sconce positioned high up on the castle wall. Since Ion had given his own to Natsuo a couple weeks ago, of course he can't help but think that this is the same one and Natsuo has just been...incredibly irresponsible with it. He's on his toes and using his staff to try and hook around it, but he can't quite reach. So when he sees Shirasu, he smiles seepishly, his cheeks flushed. If he's tired, he's probably been doing this for a little while now.]

I hate to ask...but would you mind giving me a hand?
fragileprophet: (ow right in the feels)
[It looks like what Ion is aiming for here is a large-looking ring that's glinting around a suit of armor's plated gauntlet. He's trying to pry it off, but his arms are so sad and weak, it's kind of heartbreaking to watch.]
fragileprophet: (But that's...!)
[Akechi will find Ion staring at a suit of armor. It's pretty clear what he's looking at: in place of its normal visor, a sharply-pointed red and gold one has been put in its place. For some reason, Ion looks...unsettled.]

...do you see that?

[It's just his imagination, isn't it? This isn't here. It can't be.]

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