Fon Master Ion (
fragileprophet) wrote2018-06-15 06:39 pm
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Week 1, Friday Post-Investigation - Souji
[Ion sighs, collapsed in a chair in the Wind Common Room. He's tired, and Souji, being of a somewhat similar condition and having found a dead body today, can probably relate. He's not smiling, but even with the events of the day in mind, once he realizes he isn't alone, he pulls himself up straighter, turning his lips just slightly upward.]
Hello. How...are you feeling?
Hello. How...are you feeling?
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In any case, he's still smiling, but boy if it doesn't scream "I need a nap".]
Well enough, given the circumstances. [Two dead... That's going to be wild to deal with at trial.] Are you feeling alright?
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[Except, uh, I forgot to mention, once Souji gets close he'll notice that the right side of Ion's face is covered in scars. They definitely weren't there when the two of them trained together earlier in the week. Still, Ion doesn't make any mention of them.]
I think we're all quite heavy of heart, is all.
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That said, even though he does look a little surprised upon noticing it, he won't bring it up immediately...]
--Yes, I'd think so. [Except the murderer(s) probably?!] ...I'll admit, I was hoping that we would be able to keep the bloodshed to a minimum for a little longer than this.
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I agree.
[His shoulders sag.]
I knew it was likely foolish to hope for a week where no one turned against each other, but to escalate from one to two attacks...
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I can't say I'm surprised that it happened at all, though. Just a little surprised that it happened so quickly.
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So is the unfortunate nature of war, I suppose.
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Tomorrow is going to be difficult. Moreso than last week, I'd say.
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[Ion folds his hands across his lap as Souji sits down, his gaze seeming out-of-focus as he stares at nothing in particular.]
No matter what we do, it seems that an innocent person is going to be sentenced to death, based on nothing more than uneven numbers.
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Because no matter what happens, one person will be left without a partner and without anyone else to be partnered with... right? That's double the amount of deaths from last week.
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[Ion's throat catches, and he has to take a breath, struggling to keep his features from falling into an all-out grimace.]
It's just...so terrible.
[All of it's terrible. The murders, the executions...but at least, in a sense, that feels like a "fair" part of the game. Punishing the partners simply for a tie they never asked for...it's painful to think about.]
I wish I could do something.
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It would be nice if we could figure out a way to do that... But we'll be spending most of our time just keeping up with the basics of their "game", at this rate.
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[How many deaths will it take before they stop asking questions? How many before everyone turns against one another, merciless, afraid, desperate? Humanity is as terrifying as it is beautiful.]
I'm afraid that...
[He pauses.]
I'm just afraid, actually.
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I understand. ...In this kind of situation, I don't know that there's anything for it.
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I don't, either. So I'll have to make do, just like everyone else.
[He counts to three in his head, and then he's smiling again, just like a switch being flipped.]
And with all my heart, I'll continue to hope for better.
[Ion pauses, taking a hold of his walking staff, which is propped next to him on the edge of the seat, and pulls it into his lap to roll it against his palms.]
Ah, I'm sorry. I feel like I must be troubling you, speaking of all of this.
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But he just pauses for a second, and decides to save addressing it for later - or never, maybe. The ball sure as hell isn't in his court when it comes to chiding people about literally anything relating to their emotions.]
You aren't troubling me at all. I would rather be speaking openly and frankly about these kinds of things, actually... I think it helps everyone when we can get them out where everyone can see, instead of keeping them close.
[Bad feelings with a tight lid on the container tend to Explode.]