A return from a firey death
Characters: Locke Cole and Everyone
Location: Plaza (for simplicity's sake)
Time: Noon-ish
Style: Any
Status: Very Open
As Locke opened his eyes, he had the distinct impression he was wet...again. The sight of Vatheon's Plaza confirmed his suspicions. He was back in the city.
One thing was certain, he wasn't disappointed. There were too many important people here that he needed to protect.
He was more surprised that he was alive at all.
He remembered vividly the poison burning his lungs as the fire burned his body. The smile on Kefka's face as Locke had died was seared in his memory, like an ever present reminder that the thief hadn't been as strong as he had thought.
How could he protect those he cared about if he couldn't even protect himself?
"Damn it." He muttered to himself as he stood up, water dripping off of him.
His head spun and his vision blurred a little, as if he had stood up too fast. He was a lot weaker then the last time he had arrived.