Week 0 | Sunday Post Execution

[concasse]

[So this is the story of a chef on the search for the Fon Master.

That execution... well, it certainly got the point across, didn't it? First a murder, now a death, and never mind that justice was served -- point is that the castle isn't safe, it never was in the first place, and it's prevalent of how fucked they are if they don't start preparing for the worst.

Which is why Sanji's hitting up the usual suspects, and upon spying Ion from the back, blows out a sigh of relief during his approach.]

Oi, Ion, you got a sec?

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[fonlines]

[ Ion just fingers and plays idly, solemnly, with the end of his staff, in response to the comment on weapons. What Sanji says is entirely true, even if he'd rather it not be.

He waits until the end to respond. ]

How dreadful. And of course, no one knows who to trust, and therefore don't trust— and that only complicates the problem.

[ ... Distantly: ]

Has he told you? We were meant to help keep the peace, in our world. Our role as Fon Master was in guidance. But that was a matter on the level of nations and masses, not people. [ Not desperate individuals seeking to stay alive. ] I admit, I believe myself to be somewhat out of my depth... that I am not doing as much as I could, or as I should.

I wonder if he feels the same.

[concasse]

... Like ambassadors?

[For obvious reasons, there are no Fon Masters back on Sanji's world. Hell, the title doesn't even make sense. Are they masters of the fon?]

And Ion's... he's a sensitive kid.

[That speaks plenty for how he's feeling, Sanji assumes]

... Also, the hell is a fon?