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Who: Tieria Erde (stromkreis) & Lockon [Neil] Stratos (imthefavorite ).
When: After Tieria and Lockon's rather brief conversation [ link]
Where: B-156
Rating: PG? We'll see.
Summary: Tieria hadn't seen his face in 4 years, and now he's back from the dead.
Warnings: Moe-bot wangst. Nothing serious.
Tieria had been entirely beside himself after he read the entry into the network. He had refused to believe that it could be legitimate, it surely must have been someone (his mind told him it had to be Hallelujah) who had read conversations concerning Lockon Stratos and his general opinions of him and was simply taking advantage of Tieria's generally fragile state.
Tieria obviously, didn't want to admit he was in a fragile state in the first place, the last thing he remembered before this place was Ribbons Almark telling him what he really was, he couldn't deal with it. He wasn't human, he couldn't understand his comrades, no matter how hard he tried. It was just how he was made. He couldn't accept that, and suddenly, this.
He couldn't articulate his attachment to Lockon Stratos if he tried, the closest he could ever bring himself to utter was that Lockon Stratos was everything Tieria could not allow himself to be. Every missing aspect of his personality, Lockon Stratos was the pinnacle of. Perhaps it was envy. Perhaps it was the need for him to understand humans that caused him to be so attached to Lockon Stratos, he didn't know. But when he learned of his death, Tieria found himself thinking, hysterically, that he too had no further reason to live. So perhaps this turn of events was supposed to be taken as a sign, that perhaps things were not too late for him.
Sadly, Tieria didn't believe in metaphysical signs. Simply coincidences.
So Tieria sat on his bed, rigidly, waiting for a knock on a door. He didn't know how he would react, how he would feel, what he could say. For the first time, Tieria Erde, didn't feel certain in his actions.
When: After Tieria and Lockon's rather brief conversation [ link]
Where: B-156
Rating: PG? We'll see.
Summary: Tieria hadn't seen his face in 4 years, and now he's back from the dead.
Warnings: Moe-bot wangst. Nothing serious.
Tieria had been entirely beside himself after he read the entry into the network. He had refused to believe that it could be legitimate, it surely must have been someone (his mind told him it had to be Hallelujah) who had read conversations concerning Lockon Stratos and his general opinions of him and was simply taking advantage of Tieria's generally fragile state.
Tieria obviously, didn't want to admit he was in a fragile state in the first place, the last thing he remembered before this place was Ribbons Almark telling him what he really was, he couldn't deal with it. He wasn't human, he couldn't understand his comrades, no matter how hard he tried. It was just how he was made. He couldn't accept that, and suddenly, this.
He couldn't articulate his attachment to Lockon Stratos if he tried, the closest he could ever bring himself to utter was that Lockon Stratos was everything Tieria could not allow himself to be. Every missing aspect of his personality, Lockon Stratos was the pinnacle of. Perhaps it was envy. Perhaps it was the need for him to understand humans that caused him to be so attached to Lockon Stratos, he didn't know. But when he learned of his death, Tieria found himself thinking, hysterically, that he too had no further reason to live. So perhaps this turn of events was supposed to be taken as a sign, that perhaps things were not too late for him.
Sadly, Tieria didn't believe in metaphysical signs. Simply coincidences.
So Tieria sat on his bed, rigidly, waiting for a knock on a door. He didn't know how he would react, how he would feel, what he could say. For the first time, Tieria Erde, didn't feel certain in his actions.