soreplaceable: (Unsure of myself.)
[For anyone who knows Ion well enough to be considered a friend, or perhaps just well enough to say you've had a conversation with him at some point in the past, you just might catch a filter at some point during the day. It's a small, weak, empty filter and it'll disappear only a few minutes after it's made, so chances are you might miss it. But for those who happen to see it, there's an explanation that follows... though there's no filter here.]

[His voice sounds rather tired, and perhaps a bit sad.]


...when you can't set up a filter to someone, it means they've gone home, doesn't it.

[The way he asks, it sounds like he already knows the answer.]
soreplaceable: (Oh no they killed Ion!)
[It's later in the evening when the Fon Master makes a reappearance in the village just outside the barracks. Somewhat dazed, Ion takes only a few steps before tripping and falling to his knees in the snow.]

[He brings a hand to his throat as he gasps, the numbing effects of the drugs quickly wearing away and bringing to attention a stinging pain running along his neck and chest. Numerous vertical cuts, some deep but none within rage of vital arteries, litter the front of his neck. And with only flimsy bandages to cover the wounds, the front of his robes had served to soak up much of the blood as a result.]

[Knowing he won't last long in the snow dressed as he is, with a shaky hand, Ion opens the journal and starts trying to speak to call for help... but no words come out. He tries to cough and clear his throat, but that only increases the pain in his neck tenfold. As such, a pained gasp is all that can be heard over the journal, the book unfortunately tilted towards the snowy sky.]

[And the Malnosso weren't even kind enough to leave him with a pen.]

soreplaceable: (Oh come on now!)
[After accidentally getting caught in the downpour on Wednesday, Ion was pretty sure he was getting a cold. No, scratch that, he was pretty sure he had a cold, but he had been trying his very best to supress it. Summer had only just ended, and catching a cold already was just so...!]

[Well, it was annoying, that was for sure! Although he made it through one day as usual, the next day wasn't looking as promising: a cough and a fever. That meant being stuck in bed for the next few days, at least. That is, unless there was something he could do to try and hurry things along!]


[ Fail!Filtered from Anise - 12% - Pathetically Hackable ]
Er, does anyone know any good remedies for getting over a cold? Preferably ways to get over it faster?

[He probably should have boosted that filter up, but he didn't really think Anise wouldn't realize he was sick; she knew him too well. But at the very least, she'd keep from figuring it out until he didn't get up for breakfast!]


[ooc: Going to bed, so I'll be getting to replies in a few hours! <3]
soreplaceable: (I has a sad.)
[Those paying attention to the journals may notice a rather sudden THWACK ringing out from one of the pages. The reason? A certain someones journal has just become an impromptu weapon against a nearby Tease. Unfortunately for Ion, he only noticed Allen's entry after deciding to read a book with the window wide open in his bedroom. Before getting even halfway through reading the PSA, a small group of the butterflies in question had fluttered into the room! This had been just a bad month all around, wasn't it?

The journal falls open to the ground as the boy rushes over to slam the window shut. Immediately after, occupants of House One will find Ion checking all the rooms in the house to be sure the windows are tightly closed, and all the while a small trail of blood is flowing unattended down his cheek.]



[After some time passes, Ion returns to his discarded journal and picks it up with a heavy sigh. First burning trees fell from the sky and now... biting butterflies! Not to mention Anise was still kidnapped... while she didn't have to deal with all this, staying with the Malnosso was no picnic either. In a moment, he speaks.]

Is this the Malnosso's doing? Or does no one know for sure yet?
soreplaceable: (Worn Out)
[Amidst the arriving new feathers comes a boy who was certainly not new, but had also been recently kidnapped. Back from his first mallynapping, Ion has been unceremoniously dumped on the edge of the river in the north side of the village. He has just enough strength to pull himself ashore before rolling onto his back and staring up at the sky. Despite being exhausted and looking rather pale (moreso than usual), it seems as though he got off easy this time around.

He closes his eyes and fights to catch his breath, feeling rather disorientated at the moment.
]

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