☆020- And the nameless names on the misspelled graves grow tall.

[live_ringer]

Lockon, also known as Aim, is gone.

[Unless there is something in the following comments that needs to be addressed, don't expect a response.]

((ooc: This entry is going up on March 19th. Below will be threads for quicklogs with the people that were told in person on the 18th.))

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[quicklog prelude--the night of the 17th]

[live_ringer]

[After Neil's abrupt disappearance, Lyle had not been in much of a mood to do anything beyond throwing something against the wall and drinking moodily. However, in the midst of his small bout of anger Haro had come forth with something held in its little hands.

Important! Important! Lockon!

At first he thought the little bot had gotten confused once more, taking him for Lockon now that Neil had poofed (not that he didn't qualify as a Lockon, but still). Instead, once he picked up the little notebook, he realized Haro was talking about Lockon. It seemed he had trained Haro for just such a situation, because within the notebook were notes. Not just any notes, but Neil's recorded memories, dreams, and personalized notes meant to be distributed in case Neil disappeared.

He sank down on a nearby futon and read it all while a chorus of plaintive Lockon, Lockon cries served as a backdrop. Reading the note that Neil had left him... all the aimless anger had drained away, leaving a strange, numb hollowness in it's place

[quicklog--Krile] Weapon's Tree--Late Morning

[live_ringer]

[Part of him had considered visiting Target first. But really, the first person that would notice and be alarmed by Neil's absence would be Krile.

So he found himself walking through the door of the Weapons Tree. It occurred to him this wasn't the best place for this, but there didn't seem to be much for it.]

[quicklog--Krile] Weapon's Tree--Late Morning

[feathered_earth]

[Krile had been a little surprised to arrive at the shop and find that she was the first one there, but while Neil is usually there early, it's not unheard of for him to be a bit late.

The lurking worry she has over any of her friends being late is there, but it's something she can push to the background, so she's just finished getting things set up for today when Lyle walks in.]

Oh, hello! [Her friendly smile fades a little when she sees the look on his face.] ...Is something the matter?

[quicklog--Krile]

[live_ringer]

[So she could see it in his face. That made this a little easier. Of course 'a little easier' still meant it would be damned hard. He stops when he's only a couple of feet away from her.]

Neil won't be coming in. [A small pause and then he holds up Neil's journal, more of a non-verbal signal to prepare her for what was coming than anything.] ...He's gone, Krile.

[interveningly]

[There's a bunch of tear-stains, slightly smudged from someone trying to wipe them away a few moments later. brb freaking out now]

[live_ringer]

[He notes the tears, but there's no real telling who it came from.

Either way, sucks, brosef.]

[interveningly]

[Yeah nobody's going to notice until he doesn't show up for work :|]

[spandexisyouth]

I am sorry for your loss.

[longnosedliar]

[Sniper has now gone into lockdown mode--first the several instances of dreamdust, then elevator captives and now this? Something is definitely up.

And poor Gene.]

Gene, I'm

I'm sorry.

[grab_my_bells]

I'm sorry.