#azotas

"Are you... the mercenary named Vence?" Liana stood in front of him, her hands folded in front of herself tightly. She was clearly hesitant about speaking to him but was putting on a brave face about it.

"I'd like to ask if you have any jobs right now or if you're free. Because I have one."

The weeks that had gone by since Van’s defeat at the Absorption Gate were a bit... tedious, for lack of a better word. Ion knew that it was likely to take time for people to adjust to the way the world was now, but he felt busier than ever with people still asking for Score readings. People still wanted to know what the Score said even after everything that had happened. Not only that, but he’d heard Anise complain more than once about how it was almost like nothing had changed. Ion still wanted to remain optimistic, though. Luke and the others had done a good thing. The world was safe.

Yet, people still wanted readings of the Score. They still believed that the world descending into the Qliphoth had been foretold by the Score and had no reason to believe otherwise. Still, Ion wore a smile and pushed down his own feelings. He still needed to do his duty as the Fon Master.

Night had fallen by that point, and Ion had dismissed Anise to get some rest. The poor girl looked like she’d needed it. Even she seemed busier than ever these days, Ion thought. Was it wise for him to go off on his own in the dead of night? Probably not. While the God-Generals who weren’t Dist were no longer an issue, and Van was out of the picture, there still was always a risk.

The only sound that betrayed Ion as he maneuvered outside was that of his shoes against the floor of the cathedral. He did his best to be silent, but he supposed there just was no helping it. Soon, he stepped outside and into the cool air of the night. He took a breath, then let it slowly escape through his nose.

When Ion’s eyes adjusted more to the darkness, though, he paused. He thought he saw someone else a bit further beyond the steps of the cathedral. Curiosity beckoned him, and he began to descend the stairs. As he moved, he held his hand closer to his chest.

“Hello?” Ion felt a little silly calling out like that. It was entirely possible he’d imagined things. On the off chance he hadn’t, though...

@azotas​ [For Asch] "What a shame. You're still alive. And here I thought I could back to some good news."

                ⊱       ❛   Man, I fucking love bullying kids. Like, I could STEAL all of the paper out of the loos here and say you did it, and who will they believe? That’s not to say I WILL, but I like that I have the power to do it. Like, doesn’t that just SCARE YOU.  ❜    ⊰     

Ah, yes. The prospect of babysitting. He’s not very happy about this.

“Run home, kid, b’fore the monsters get ya.”

“Hmm...” How to best explain... there’s an empty feeling within Etude’s chest at the other’s admittance of his lack of memory, but that wasn’t what was important right now. Though... Sync looked so.... was innocent the right word? Not entirely, but it was close. They would have thought that Sync would be too suspicious to let them approach him when he didn’t remember anything, so they were lucky in that regard.