Well, this took longer than was meant to. I sort of lost inspiration with this. This chapter is actually put together from 3 separate pieces of paper. Forgive me if this seems shorter than the last. It's not nearly as interesting either.
Sync had known for some time now about the Reaper's morning activities- how he always awoke before dawn, taking particular enjoyment in tormenting the much less awake members of the God Generals in turn when they finally awoke in the morning.
Dist, however, had learned the hard way not to attempted to startle Sync. The last time Dist had chosen to target Sync, he ended up meeting a Turbulence arte head on. This inadvertently caused him to be sent, reeling, through a fourth story window.
'No doubt that went down in his revenge journal.' Sync smirked apathetically as he recalled how Dist had fallen to the courtyard below, his throne-like chair landing square on top of him. He had required the assistance from Largo to free himself from the wreckage.
Needless to say, the Reaper had been hesitant to trigger the Tempest's temper again.
Swiftly approaching his destination, Sync reminded himself of his what he'd set out to prevent, and how exactly he would have to go about it.. He skidded to a halt, and as quietly as he could, opened the door before him so that he could see in.
Sure enough, in the room lit only by the dawning sun, sat Dist the Reaper, though apparently stressing over one thing or the other. He was seemingly throwing another one of his tantrums, while pounding on the keyboard of his fon-tech computer.
"Great.. just when I actually require his aid.' Sync considered his options. He could go in there and smack the self proclaimed 'Rose' to his senses, but then he figured that Dist would be less likely to tell him what he wanted to know. Also, it would be a display of Sync's concern out in the open, and the Reaper would never let him live it down. Sync sighed, and with a show of restraint, chose a more diplomatic approach.
Still taking care to remain unheard until he chose to reveal himself, Sync opened the door just enough to allow him passage, then proceeded to sneak up to stand behind Dist. He then chose to rest a hand upon the Reaper's shoulder, and got a rather amusing result..
Dist, upon realizing who who exactly had the nerve to touch him shrieked, and jumped so high that he landed on the floor, missing his chair on the way down.
"Sync! How dare you sneak up on me! And why are you awake at- "
"Shut up." Sync cut him off, "You are going to tell me something."
"Why should I! Since when have you ever required intel from me that- Hey get out of my chair!" Dist shifted his ranting as he noticed where Sync chose to sit. Perhaps he enjoyed taunting Dist too much, Sync mused, but he was ever so easy to infuriate.
"Huh, what's that?" Sync half spoke to himself in regards to a a swift change of the fon-tech computer's screen. There appeared a flashing red icon reading 'Error' over what appeared to be a grid of coordinates, with several 'points' plotted hear and there.
At hearing this, Dist leaped up off the ground. For a split second he had a thought to push Sync from his chair, but knew the Tempest would take a painful revenge. So he opted for an attempt of moving the chair from in front of the screen, but only succeeding in budging it an inch or so before giving up and moving the screen instead. Sync was slightly amused that the Reaper hadn't thought of the latter first.
"No!" Dist's yell make Sync flinch a little in pain, "No fair Jade!" Then he heard the Necromancer's name; the very name Sync had come to despise nearly as much as the score itself.
'Why is that so..' he thought, trying to come to terms with the feelings he didn't believe he should have, but then shook his head, and leaped out of the chair to join Dist. "What happened?"
"Well, if you must know, they destroyed my beautiful Tracker Dist!" came his reply, which then swiftly disintegrated into some incoherent mumbling about a his revenge journal.
The mention of a tracking device caught the Tempest's attention. "Where!" he voiced, perhaps a little too quickly, a little to urgently..
Luckily it seemed Dist was too worked up to have picked up on Sync's uncharacteristic edginess that had bled into his tone. "The last transmission I have logged came not far from the Tartaroo Valley."
That was it. That was all Sync needed to hear, and that was where Arietta was going.
He never looked back as he rushed out of the room.