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[soreplaceable]

[It was late last night when Ion was taken from the village, and it had been done so quietly it might have been impossible to know he was gone if his bedding hadn't been thrown around the room.]

[But he wasn't gone for very long, as it's less than a day later that Ion returns to the village sometime in the early evening. At a glance, he might just be mistaken for another new feather: he's sitting on the ground near the plaza, wearing those same white new feather pants with a somewhat confused look on his face. But to those who know him well, they might also notice his hair looks a few inches shorter than usual.]

[He isn't doing much, likely because he doesn't know what he should do. What does one do after they've just been born? Should someone walk by, he'll turn his head to stare at them, but he won't say anything.]



(( ooc: Since I've wanted to do this since forever and finally have the time: Ion is going to be de-aged (from 15~ to 12) for a little while! Although Ion has technically gone back to being a "newborn", Fon Master replicas were born with most of their basic functions rather than as a blank slate, so he'll eventually be able to talk and walk once he realizes what those functions are. He'll start out a little slow, but he's a very quick learner! Just don't expect him to know what anything is at first. |Db ))

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[distressedude]

[It was difficult enough replicating the powers of the Fon Master in addition to the ability to quickly pick up things such as speaking and reading... Everything else had to be taught after the fact.]

[Unfortunately, he's also picking up that nothing he says seems to satisfy Asch's questions. He droops a bit and speaks softly when he answers again.]

I don't know... what's my purpose.

[dissonates]

[Okay this is obviously going to be harder than he thought. Goddammit.]

Do you remember how you were born? [He has a feeling that Ion won't really comprehend the "created" phrasing, either.]

[distressedude]

How I was born. [He's really trying here. Being born would mean when he began existing, right? Was that right now? No, he's been sitting here for a little while... What happened before?]

...I woke up.

[He shivers again. It's cold sitting on the ground like this.]

[dissonates]

[.....FACE. PALM.]

Do you at least know how to walk?

[Because he sure as hell isn't carrying you home. Someone will probably bitch at him if the Fon Master gets sick, though, so Asch grudgingly removes his tabard and passes it over. Good grief.]

[distressedude]

[Well, good news Asch! He has some idea what to do with that tabard you've just given him. And only because it was a bit warm from him wearing it, so putting it on to make the cold go away made sense.]

[Oh, but he has no idea what walking is. So his question is just met with a blank stare. Whoops.]

[dissonates]

[...This is going to take all night at this rate. He scowls, already regretting that he stopped, and offers out both hands.]

Come on, give me your hands. ...Those things. [Belated pointing. HE'S REALLY NOT SURE WHAT ION EVEN KNOWS AT THIS POINT.] If you can't walk I'll just take you there, or... call someone. Whatever.

[He could probably carry Ion home, but... hrngh. He really doesn't want to.]

[distressedude]

[This is now a kidnapping in progress.]

[Ion reaches out and puts his hands in Asch's, not quite sure what to expect. He'll be able to pick up walking rather quickly, provided Asch shows him how.]

[dissonates]

[Don't worry, Ion is 100% safe probably

Asch stands up, gripping Ion's hands and pulling him to his feet. It's not exactly gentle, but he's not wrenching Ion's arms off either. he's just... never taught anyone how to walk before. So it's awkward,]

There, you're standing. Now put one foot in front of the other and you'll be walking.

[distressedude]

[Once on his feet, Ion is a little unsteady. He's never tried standing before. It takes a moment for him to adjust how he holds himself to stay up.]

[His grip on Asch's hands tightens. He doesn't want to fall.]

Standing. [He's got that down, at least! But walking... that explanation gets another confused look.]

[dissonates]

[That is so unhelpful, Ion.]

Come on, I said step forward! Move your feet. [Asch shifts his own foot backwards, pulling on Ion's hands to force him to move.]

[distressedude]

[Well, pulling him forward was a step in the right direction. /sunglasses; YEEEEEEAH]

[Although somewhat clumsily, he takes a step forward as he's pulled, taking another moment to adjust how he needs to shift his weight in order to keep from falling. He keeps his other leg steady, wondering if this person was going to pull on him again.]

[dissonates]

[It's an encouraging movement, and Asch is very swiftly losing what little patience he had, he does take another step back, tugging Ion forward, and he'll keep doing that step by step. Come on, kiddo, work with him here.]

[distressedude]

[Ion very nearly stumbles with that second step, but he manages to catch himself in time. As he begins to realize Asch is going to keep pulling him forward, his steps start becoming more sure-footed.]

[He may not have been born with much knowledge to work with, but he was definitely designed to be a fast learner.]

[dissonates]

[Good thing, before one more stumble would have caused Asch to turn tail and fetch whoever's at his house. ...or probably just send a message because that would mean talking to someone.]

You were kidnapped, weren't you.

[It's pretty much to himself, admittedly, and thus not exactly a question; he doesn't expect Ion to know the answer to that.]

[distressedude]

Kidnapped? [No, he doesn't know what it means, but that doesn't mean he isn't going to parrot it back to him in some attempt to learn what it means.]

[After a few minutes, he seems to have gotten the hang of walking, but his grip on Asch's hands stays strong, He's reluctant to let go of the only support keeping him up.]

[dissonates]

[....Well, shit. Now he's stuck, isn't he? Leading the Fon Master on like he's some kind of toddler? Good grief.]

Just forget it and keep walking. Your house isn't that far from here.

[At least then he can hand Ion off to someone else and get himself home at last.]

[distressedude]

[A toddler isn't exactly an inaccurate description at this point, although Ion is definitely much more subdued than a normal child would be.]

[He isn't sure where Asch is leading him, but he doesn't question it. He has no reason not to trust Asch; he's the only person he's ever spoken to at this point!]

[dissonates]

[Augh, if only he wasn't so... non-social. He's not good in this kind of situation; Ion's lucky that he isn't Luke, or Asch would have left him there on the road without a word. Still, he'll keep guiding him to the house in which he belongs, hoping vainly that someone is home to take the kid off his hands.]