Week 1, Thursday - Sousei

[fragileprophet]

[Hi, my generic starter involves Ion lost in thought and accidentally rounding a corner into a person, so that's what's happening here--sorry, Sousei. He drops his staff in the shuffle and quickly hurries to pick it back up, already spouting apologies.]

Oh, no, I'm terribly sorry! That was completely my fault--you're alright, aren't you?

[And then his eyes land on Sousei's scars...and his smile falters. Normally, he wouldn't pay them any particular mind (that would be incredibly rude), but the thing is...he has them: those same exact scars. But...how could that be possible? It stuns him to silence.]

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[fragileprophet]

[He nods.]

Because of the nature of the way I was made, I was never given any other name other than his. I was instructed to act as close to him as I possibly could, and taught everything about his past, so I could more easily take his place without anyone noticing. Because of this, it's a little difficult for me to separate my identity from his even though we aren't the same person. To our whole world, there was only ever one Fon Master Ion.

[He pauses, thoughtful.]

For me, it's been two years since his passing, and since I've taken his place. That's why we're listed as having different ages on our respective tapestries.

[disilluded]

...So he is dead, then.

[But at the same time, he's here. That doesn't bother Sousei as much as it could.]

But nonetheless, you are a different person from him, with different ideals and different hopes. Hm... thank you. I understand better now your situation, I believe.

[fragileprophet]

Yes.

[But, as for the rest of what the other Ion used to be like...well, he's not going to spread rumors about someone else. Especially not in a game where murder is involved. So, he just smiles.]

I'm glad that was helpful; having us be confused for one another is truly the farthest from my intentions. I think we're just as shocked as everyone else.

[disilluded]

I think it is important that you bear in mind that at some point, this will come to a head. Your similarities... your differences... there is no way that in a game such as this, it will not eventually become a problem.

[A quirked eyebrow at Ion, and:]

Take care that you do not become a scapegoat.

[fragileprophet]

[At the sentiment, Ion can't help a soft laugh from escaping him.]

I'll...certainly try my best not to.

[But...he isn't sure. A part of him wouldn't want to protect the other Ion in such a manner. It's not his business. Whatever he does, he does to himself. And yet, at the same time, he knows in his heart he'd accept that spot. If he was told to take the fall for anything that his other did...why not follow those orders?]

Thank you.

[disilluded]

[... Hm.

That's far from compelling, but--]

Very well then. That is all I will say on the matter; the rest is up to you. Did you require anything else from me before I go?

[fragileprophet]

[Ion shakes his head with a smile.]

No. Thank you for taking the time--I'm sorry for having run into you in the first place, but I'm glad we got to talk!

[He bows his head politely before regaining his bearing.]

I won't keep you. Take care.