Day 1 [Traumatizing though it may have been, experiencing the bomb dropping was a wake-up call for Ion. Up until then, he'd spent most of his time silently following the others, trying to stay out of the way without needing to stray too far. He wasn't even sure he'd be able to concentrate enough to produce an arte for how terrified he was. But things were different now. They needed to stop that bomb from being dropped -- at all costs. They couldn't afford to let this opportunity go to waste.]
[Ion spends most of the time near the bulk of the group from his own world, never straying out of earshot. But rather than simply staying behind and hiding, this time he's prepared to fight, backing up the others with his own artes whenever things start looking dicey. He's spent the past few months training under Cliff, and while he may not be anywhere near strong enough to fight up front, it's given him enough stamina to manage more than his usual one or two arte limit. And without the barrier limiting his power, his artes make for a great tool in a pinch, capable of taking out multiple targets at once.]
[He'll fight as needed, and volunteer to take watch when they set up camp at night. Regardless of whether or not the screams in the distance are getting to him, he won't show it. But he also won't be sleeping that night.]
Day 2 [Ion's artes a bit too flashy for trying to scout for an entrance into the city, so he falls back and aids in healing the wounded where he can. Thankfully, he can rely more on Nala's healing magic for this, which doesn't put any additional strain on his body like his artes do. On the outside, he appears to be doing okay, insisting that he doesn't need any more breaks than the others and that they should move on whenever they can.]
[But when they do make their way inside, he returns to the same silence he had at the beginning of the draft -- and for good reason. It just didn't seem right to say anything, being surrounded by the bodies of innocent civilians they were too late to rescue. He can't help but feel reminded of a similar massacre back on Auldrant, the smell of death just as prevalent here as it had been back then...]
Day 3 [There's no time for rest before Day 3, and while the various groups begin splitting up to find the bomb, Ion sticks close to those he knows and offers more back-up artes again whenever they're needed. But by now, he's begun to feel the strain being put on his body, and using more than one or two at a given time will make him lightheaded and dizzy. He'll still be insisting he doesn't need to rest, but that doesn't mean someone shouldn't try insisting the opposite.]
[Much like the previous day, there will be moments where he won't speak or say anything to anyone, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Though whether he's truly lost in them or just trying in vain to hold them back is anyone's guess.]
Day 4 [Although news that the bomb-drop has been prevented brings him some comfort, so long as they're still fighting, the battle isn't over yet. Ion spends much of the day fighting an inexplicable headache, now reduced to using only one arte before collapsing to his knees. He still hasn't slept much at all since they arrived, and it's starting to show. But until the reinforcements arrive, he can't rest yet. Not while his friends and comrades are still in danger.]
Ion - Days 1-4
[Traumatizing though it may have been, experiencing the bomb dropping was a wake-up call for Ion. Up until then, he'd spent most of his time silently following the others, trying to stay out of the way without needing to stray too far. He wasn't even sure he'd be able to concentrate enough to produce an arte for how terrified he was. But things were different now. They needed to stop that bomb from being dropped -- at all costs. They couldn't afford to let this opportunity go to waste.]
[Ion spends most of the time near the bulk of the group from his own world, never straying out of earshot. But rather than simply staying behind and hiding, this time he's prepared to fight, backing up the others with his own artes whenever things start looking dicey. He's spent the past few months training under Cliff, and while he may not be anywhere near strong enough to fight up front, it's given him enough stamina to manage more than his usual one or two arte limit. And without the barrier limiting his power, his artes make for a great tool in a pinch, capable of taking out multiple targets at once.]
[He'll fight as needed, and volunteer to take watch when they set up camp at night. Regardless of whether or not the screams in the distance are getting to him, he won't show it. But he also won't be sleeping that night.]
Day 2
[Ion's artes a bit too flashy for trying to scout for an entrance into the city, so he falls back and aids in healing the wounded where he can. Thankfully, he can rely more on Nala's healing magic for this, which doesn't put any additional strain on his body like his artes do. On the outside, he appears to be doing okay, insisting that he doesn't need any more breaks than the others and that they should move on whenever they can.]
[But when they do make their way inside, he returns to the same silence he had at the beginning of the draft -- and for good reason. It just didn't seem right to say anything, being surrounded by the bodies of innocent civilians they were too late to rescue. He can't help but feel reminded of a similar massacre back on Auldrant, the smell of death just as prevalent here as it had been back then...]
Day 3
[There's no time for rest before Day 3, and while the various groups begin splitting up to find the bomb, Ion sticks close to those he knows and offers more back-up artes again whenever they're needed. But by now, he's begun to feel the strain being put on his body, and using more than one or two at a given time will make him lightheaded and dizzy. He'll still be insisting he doesn't need to rest, but that doesn't mean someone shouldn't try insisting the opposite.]
[Much like the previous day, there will be moments where he won't speak or say anything to anyone, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. Though whether he's truly lost in them or just trying in vain to hold them back is anyone's guess.]
Day 4
[Although news that the bomb-drop has been prevented brings him some comfort, so long as they're still fighting, the battle isn't over yet. Ion spends much of the day fighting an inexplicable headache, now reduced to using only one arte before collapsing to his knees. He still hasn't slept much at all since they arrived, and it's starting to show. But until the reinforcements arrive, he can't rest yet. Not while his friends and comrades are still in danger.]