Mission 017

[humallelujah]

[GJ, Lockon. You got yourself data drained. So now Allelujah's watching over him, with Lockon on his bed. Oh, isn't this a familiar scene? He's holding his forehead, and muttering something.]

You know, right now I agree with Hallelujah. You are, as he said, "a fucking moron".

Why did you have to go and do this?...

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[humallelujah]

It's a coma. I have no idea what, exactly, he did to piss him off, but it must have been bad.

[humallelujah]

The one who did this.

[cloudsofwhite]

...He looks like you did when you were sleepin'. Did you try pourin' cold water on him?

[humallelujah]

I don't think that would work.

[cloudsofwhite]

There's only one way to find out. I guess.

[humallelujah]

... No, Ayumu.

[humallelujah]

[Deep breath.] Don't. Just. Don't.

I mean it. Don't go after him. [He puts his head in his hands.]

Promise me that you won't.

[humallelujah]

Because I don't want you to get hurt!

[thefirstphase]

You two really need to stop asking questions.

[humallelujah]

[Jerks upright when he hears Skeith's voice. Grits his teeth, and moves so he's between Lockon's comatose body and the Phase. Staredown.]

[thefirstphase]

[Blinks at the odd action. Then back to grinning oddly a second later.] Defending him back? If it makes you feel any better, I've already released him. Just keep him on a tighter leash next time.

[humallelujah]

[Deep breath. Taking just about all our willpower not to launch across the room and attempt to SNAP YOUR FUCKING NECK. Not that it would work.] Thank you. It's appreciated.

[Still. Not going to expose his back to you. Lowers his head, and suddenly his voice sounds different.] But if you ever touch something of ours again... I don't care how long it takes, I will end you.

[cruciverbal]

[Nosy B is nosy.]

You know someone named Hallelujah?

[humallelujah]

[Huh what.]

Yes... I do.

[cruciverbal]

That's curious.

[humallelujah]

How so?