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Who: Locke, Celes.
When: The night of their arrival.
Where: Lower level.
Rating: Idk; PG-13?
Warnings: Celes isn't friendly!
Summary: So, Locke goes out on a Celes-Hunt...
The more bitter side of Locke wanted to say, It figures. Because didn't it? First Rachel, then Terra, and now Celes. Of course, Terra hadn't forgotten him, as the other two had--her amnesia had started before she had even met the treasure hunter--but the fact that his life was full of girls who couldn't remember anything remained. And therefore, he shouldn't have been surprised, right?
... but surprised, he was. He had been downright floored to run into Celes in this strange place, to learn that she had... absolutely no idea who he was. Sure, it wasn't as bad as Rachel--she still remembered about the Empire, for instance, so she had some memory recollection--but... well, she still didn't remember him, now did she?
She didn't, and that left Locke with a distinct urge to hole himself up in some bar for a while and drink until he couldn't remember. Especially after he had tried talking to her and she had been just as unresponsive as she had back in Albrook, when she had simply made like she didn't know him. That was something he had... never wanted to relive, and now it was even worse, because she so obviously wasn't pretending and--
And, even so, Locke could not turn his back. Plans for finding a bar had been put on hold maybe five minutes after he had made them, when he had realised that it was very, very cold outside. Very cold and with Celes' usual getup, she had to be freezing. He couldn't let that stand, could he? Even if she didn't remember him, even if she was unresponsive to him, he still--she was still--he'd look out for her, in the very least. He would not repeat mistakes he had made with Rachel.
So, Locke set out. He didn't have a real idea of just where Celes was in the city, but... it was only a city. He would find her sooner or later and he would not give up in the meantime.
When: The night of their arrival.
Where: Lower level.
Rating: Idk; PG-13?
Warnings: Celes isn't friendly!
Summary: So, Locke goes out on a Celes-Hunt...
The more bitter side of Locke wanted to say, It figures. Because didn't it? First Rachel, then Terra, and now Celes. Of course, Terra hadn't forgotten him, as the other two had--her amnesia had started before she had even met the treasure hunter--but the fact that his life was full of girls who couldn't remember anything remained. And therefore, he shouldn't have been surprised, right?
... but surprised, he was. He had been downright floored to run into Celes in this strange place, to learn that she had... absolutely no idea who he was. Sure, it wasn't as bad as Rachel--she still remembered about the Empire, for instance, so she had some memory recollection--but... well, she still didn't remember him, now did she?
She didn't, and that left Locke with a distinct urge to hole himself up in some bar for a while and drink until he couldn't remember. Especially after he had tried talking to her and she had been just as unresponsive as she had back in Albrook, when she had simply made like she didn't know him. That was something he had... never wanted to relive, and now it was even worse, because she so obviously wasn't pretending and--
And, even so, Locke could not turn his back. Plans for finding a bar had been put on hold maybe five minutes after he had made them, when he had realised that it was very, very cold outside. Very cold and with Celes' usual getup, she had to be freezing. He couldn't let that stand, could he? Even if she didn't remember him, even if she was unresponsive to him, he still--she was still--he'd look out for her, in the very least. He would not repeat mistakes he had made with Rachel.
So, Locke set out. He didn't have a real idea of just where Celes was in the city, but... it was only a city. He would find her sooner or later and he would not give up in the meantime.