[Allelujah flickers onto the level, wrapped up in blankets. He's sniffling, and his eyes are red and puffy.]

[... Yeah. He's sick. For once. But he's not going to admit it so easily.]

Does anyone have some soup?

[Training too hard + energy level cut in half + cold/flu season = sick Allelujah]

[Allelujah is... getting a little antsy. The long period of quiet is making him uneasy ( Read more... )

[Lockon would be proud. Allelujah's found an indoor shooting range, and he's practicing shooting. He's not nearly as good as the stupid sexy sniper, but he's managing to hit the target pretty damn well.]

[He finishes that magazine and loads up a new one, taking aim.]