Meister's stick together?
Who: Schoolgirl!Hallelujah Haptism (bloody_hymn) & Lockon Stratos (in_my_sights).
When: SOMETIME AROUND MIDNIGHT. (Day 3-4 of the Event)
Where: C-142.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Lockon takes the initiative to be a good teammate. Hallelujah is... Uh. A schoolgirl.
Warnings: Not at the moment?
The more time went on, the more he was hating this. Stuck in this awkward body (though it was easier to deal with,) stuck in these ridiculous clothes that barely contained his new... ah... assets, and stuck with all the creepy shit in the room. The holes with the occasional eyes peering through,,, he had thrown the long shirt he had received from Vash over the mirror, paranoid at the beats he saw behind him every time he walked by it.
But all that aesthetic stuff? He could almost deal with. The thing he happened most was what has happening to his mind. Losing his train of thought to degenerate into some wanna-be seductive... woman. He placed his head in his hands, those mismatched eyes closed in frustration. Lockon was heading up to speak to him- had Hallelujah even seen him in person here? Perhaps once or twice, but never had they really spoken. This was good. Old teammate, trusted ally, that sort of thing-- Even if he had threatened to remove one of his eyes that one time.
But coming to see him now? He groaned to himself. He needed to keep his mind- keep himself from slipping back into that... that strange creature he was devolving into, hormonal, moody, and with those stupid impulses. He knew women weren't really like that- Christina, Feldt, Sumeragi... none of them had acted like this!
He growled to himself as he sat up, reaching behind him to hike up the skirt slightly to cover those stupid silk panties that Badou- or rather Natasha- liked to comment on so much. He'd... he'd just send Lockon away. They could talk some other time. He'd send him off before his former teammate could see him in such a disgraceful state.
When: SOMETIME AROUND MIDNIGHT. (Day 3-4 of the Event)
Where: C-142.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Lockon takes the initiative to be a good teammate. Hallelujah is... Uh. A schoolgirl.
Warnings: Not at the moment?
The more time went on, the more he was hating this. Stuck in this awkward body (though it was easier to deal with,) stuck in these ridiculous clothes that barely contained his new... ah... assets, and stuck with all the creepy shit in the room. The holes with the occasional eyes peering through,,, he had thrown the long shirt he had received from Vash over the mirror, paranoid at the beats he saw behind him every time he walked by it.
But all that aesthetic stuff? He could almost deal with. The thing he happened most was what has happening to his mind. Losing his train of thought to degenerate into some wanna-be seductive... woman. He placed his head in his hands, those mismatched eyes closed in frustration. Lockon was heading up to speak to him- had Hallelujah even seen him in person here? Perhaps once or twice, but never had they really spoken. This was good. Old teammate, trusted ally, that sort of thing-- Even if he had threatened to remove one of his eyes that one time.
But coming to see him now? He groaned to himself. He needed to keep his mind- keep himself from slipping back into that... that strange creature he was devolving into, hormonal, moody, and with those stupid impulses. He knew women weren't really like that- Christina, Feldt, Sumeragi... none of them had acted like this!
He growled to himself as he sat up, reaching behind him to hike up the skirt slightly to cover those stupid silk panties that Badou- or rather Natasha- liked to comment on so much. He'd... he'd just send Lockon away. They could talk some other time. He'd send him off before his former teammate could see him in such a disgraceful state.