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[ T'was the night before Christmas - well, it had ticked over from the night before Christmas a few hours ago, but it probably didn't count if you hadn't really slept. Then again, Lockon hadn't exactly been sleeping like a baby for going on a week, what with...everything that had happened. It hadn't exactly been a good month. Still, tiredness will usually win out, especially when one knows that they have a day of dealing with probably some form of festivities to come, and he was somewhere between sleeping and dozing. ]

I take it back. This community is a bastard.

Because the urge to get this down onto paper (.....metaphorically) hit me before, and it got.....ridiculously huge. Like, '1700+ words of babble' huge.

What's going through Lockon's head in regards to the Tieria situation?

( Warning for babble, stream-of-consciousness, disregard for proper grammar. )

I did say it was long. /cough. Uh....questions? :'D

( Contains spoilers and gets rather long. You have been warned. )

DID I MISS ANYTHING? GOT ANY LINKS I FORGOT TO ADD?

YOU FORGOT REGENE, MIRI. Regene was floating around being a trolly trolly troll, and then ended up on Creeper Island with that gang. I'm not sure I can keep it straight so I'll wait until Shiro/Liz/Latte comments with details, but on the way he got into their security system (and was unconscious for a while), ate lots of macaroons, and has now dragged Adachi back to Gundam world. -Suki, who still has your login

Name: Neil Dylandy
Age: 16 (Seventh year)
House: GRYFFINDOR REPRESENT
Wand: 9 3/4", oak, phoenix tail feather
(Patronus: Badger)

Classes:
Charms - Ryo
Defense Against the Dark Arts - Cross
Potions - Crocker
Transfiguration - Arthur
Astronomy - Ten
History of Magic - Edgeworth

He's not particularly gifted at anything, but he works damn hard and has the patience to make sure that if he's not at the top of the class, then he's at least in the upper middle. The only things he's really not very good at were Herbology and Potions. (POTIONS o9)

Bio: First year to mid-way through fourth, Neil was the type of student teachers either love or hate. He was a nice kid who got on with people, and mostly did his work, but he was mischievous and was always playing pranks. Especially on his brother.

( Mid-way through fourth year, though, because this got long... )

Nevertheless, he's a lot more like he was before - better, in the classroom respects, since he became a lot more willing to knuckle down and focus on getting good grades and becoming an Auror - helping Kaito and the other Gryffindor pranksters leave their mark, even though he no longer pranked Lyle. His temper, however, is a bit more quick, however much he tries to control it - the upper-school kids who pick on the lower-school ones, the ones who bully the weaker kids, etc, they'll all get chewed out (or in worse cases, a fight will break out and one or both will end up in the hospital wing. Again).

He's also King Big Brother. Doesn't matter what House you're in, really, if you look in need of a helping hand, he's likely to give it to you.

I'M UP FOR ANY CR PING ME FOR ANYTHING.

Well, that was the most embarrassed I've ever been buying a book. The clerk looked like he wasn't sure whether to call the police or just throw me out of the store. I doubt I could have looked more shifty if I'd tried. Next time, someone remind me that the truth - "my co-worker's 12-year-old daughter" is probably still less shady than the 'unconvincing "my niece"' approach.

Exactly when did buying a present for a teenage girl become an ordeal? Probably when I started getting old, huh. Might explain why I felt so out of touch, looking at the blurbs. Has the teen section always been full of vampire romance?

At any rate, at least I got something hopefully not too trashy. Then again, I can't help but think Mileina'd be quite happy with something cliche, anyway... The fact that I can probably never show my face in that bookstore again is a small sacrifice.

...Now I just have to hope that the book offsets the slightly misshapen nature of the tennis-ball plush Haros I tried to sew. It's a sorry state of affairs when Tieria's better at craftsmanship than I am, but I'm pretty sure that the scarf he made was more successful than these things.

"Hi, Lockon here. I can't answer the phone right now, leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

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Friends, colleagues, and anyone who can get it off either of the previous, feel free to have the phone number and email's readily available to everyone. CB Comm number only known to CB and associates.

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You know the drill, guys - just let me know what you're doing in the subject line. :|b

[Lockon is slumped onto his desk, pretty much straight-on at the camera, with his head in his hands. Yes, his ears are flushed bright red. Shut up. His words are a little muffled, but still audible.]

I am just going to lock myself in here and not come out until this is finished. [Groan.] And when it's all over, I'm not going to be able to look anyone in the face for weeks. Especially not...oh god. [Any and all visible face just got, if possible, even redder, and that was an audible swallow.

Still the hands come away from the face, and the camera gets a little wry grin.] I know I always say it's the memory ones that are the worst, but I could really do without these ones too.

[Siiiiigh.] As if my arms weren't sore already. [And reaching over with a somewhat strained, sheepish smile to...pat the camera?] Go on, you get out of here. I'm going to stick with privacy tonight and hope this has worn off by morning.

[and the camera...tilts to the side! And a familiar chirpy metallic voice sounding as concerned as a limited-function robotic AI can sound.] Lockon, frustrated? Lockon, frustrated? Haro help? Haro help?

[Lockon himself raises an eyebrow and cracks up laughing at that.] Nothing you can help me with, Haro, believe me on that. Go play with Feldt for tonight.

Roger! Roger! [and the camera rooooolls off the table and away, shutting off video as it goes.]