allelujah [Ø] 03

[ofgratitude]

Who: Allelujah, Lockon
Where: The Courthouse
Style: Third
Status: Semi-closed - if you're interested, just ask :D

Picking his way across the city proved more difficult than it used to be, with debris from storm and quake still littered across many streets. Desolate buildings lined the walkways, some having fared worse than others, and while no sign of

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[neraiutsuze]

Lockon's sight had slowly begun to come back to him over the past couple of days- things were slightly dimmer than usual and blurry around the edges, but the effects of the concussion were ebbing away. His dead eye remained just that, but with the slowly returning vision came a bit of hope amidst the relative darkness of his week. Tieria Erde had still not returned. In that way, perhaps he wasn't all that grateful to be able to see once more.

He stood up at seeing the familiar form and headed right over. "Allelujah," he said, relieved to see that he looked as though he'd made it through alright.

[ofgratitude]

"Lockon!" That the Meister had recognised him was an immense relief on its own - wounded, perhaps, but healing. It was a relief much needed, as the rest of Lockon's features were frankly alarming, and Allelujah could not help but wince in a sympathetic echo of the pain the injury had to still be causing. "How are you feeling?"

[neraiutsuze]

"Terrible," said Lockon exhaustedly, but he had a faint smile on his face. "Like my head's been split in two. Well, that's not far from the truth." He shifted uneasily. "Tieria's still..." His voice trailed off. "...Well, he'll be back." Abruptly he changed the topic- it hurt too much to think about-- "Setsuna's fine, too."

There was a short pause before Lockon began to feel strangely rude, as though he should be hospitable- well, living in the courthouse for the past few days had made him start to think of it as a temporary home of sorts. "Hey, let's go sit down." He motioned to some chairs over by a window. "How are you?"

[ofgratitude]

Confirmations both good and bad, and Allelujah nodded mutely. The offer to sit spurred a flicker of guilt - of course, Lockon probably still required rest in his condition - and he turned towards the chairs with a murmur of agreement.

Allelujah hesitated at the query; it was one he had almost hoped to avoid, futile as that wish was. "I'm fine. There was sufficient shelter nearby and I was able to wait out the worst of it."