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[shamlock]

[ flightsuit-- check. helmet-- check. haro-- check. eyepatch-- ... check.

the dull, throbbing ache in the space where his right eye had used to be was probably a great indication that he shouldn't be out and about right now, much less going about preparing to sort into a battle where he'd be immediately disadvantaged. a sniper that had lost the use

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[eltneg]

[Lockon Stratos had never really presented problems with disobeying orders- that was more Setsuna's scene. Exia's pilot was notorious for it, while the sniper was known to be relatively well-behaved. Ptolemaios' crew had no reason to doubt Lockon's ability to abide by their demands for bed rest.]

[but Tieria knew better.]

[the gloved fingers of one hand move deftly across the keypad while the other holds his helmet against his side. he pauses only briefly at the sound of his name. he doesn't even turn to greet him.] Lockon Stratos.

[shamlock]

Y'know, after all these years? Just 'Lockon' is fine.

[ okay, so the bare minimum of acknowledgement wasn't really anything new-- tieria erde was not a people person and to expect enthusiasm from him for a greeting was asking a little too much. ever since the accident, he'd changed a bit. a little more secretive, a little more concerned.

a little more human?

however, neil was more intrigued (worried?) by the fact that he seemed to be doing something with the panel of his docking bay. combined with his new-found compassion, the meister could only concoct the most fantastic ideas of how whatever he was doing could make his own plans go horribly wrong. ]

Can I ask what you're doing?

[eltneg]

You may. [he's almost finished with his objective- he'd taken several precautions and revoked more than just Lockon's access to Ptolemy's passcodes.]

[shamlock]

...

[ sometimes, neil has to pinch himself to remind him that tieria is for real. ]

What are you doing?