lockon2urheart

I take it back. This community is a bastard.

( 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

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.

[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.]

ENGLISH LITERATURE TEACHER NEIL DYLANDY, AT YOUR SERVICE. He's one of those teachers who's totally easygoing, really familar and friendly with his students, willing to stay behind after class for hours at a time to help with essays, all that good stuff. He's also the teacher who sees no problem with big-brothering his students - if you look even slightly like you need a helping hand or someone to be there for you, Neil will be keeping an eye out for you. Expect for him to try and bring shy students out of their shells, too. Oh, and the hours-after-class thing isn't just for essays; if you need someone to talk to, his door is always open. He can and will privately appoint himself unofficial big brother.

He occasionally flirts with Principal Franzy/Nurse Cuddy/attractive older women on staff, but it's completely harmless and innocent. Oh, and he's oblivious to the gaggle of students crushing on him. Painfully so.

He's also the head of the Sharpshooting Club, with rifles and occasionally other guns. The club is affiliated with the Archery Club (I think?). He tries to organise paintball tournaments and laser-tag battles whenever he can, both within Sharpshooting Club itself and against/with Archery and/or other clubs. Because team-building exercises are fun.

There may or may not be rumours that he was in the Army for a while before he took the teaching job, despite the fact he's only 26. Aside from that, nobody else except people who've can see/have hacked into his files will ever know about the whole tragic-deaths-of-his-parents-and-sister-when-he-was-14 thing.

About the only time he's not Mr-Nice-Guy-Teacher is if he catches you bullying. Don't let him catch you bullying. It won't be pretty.

Mr Batou helped him build a little robot. It's called Haro, it sits on his desk and helps him collate work and stuff. It's very cute.

Oh, and his car is affectionately nicknamed Dynames. If asked, it's because it's a dynamic machine that's never failed him, and so deserved a cool name. Oh, and if need a ride home in the rain or something? It's no trouble. (:

ETA: You may or may not get him mixed up with the other Mr Dylandy, the one from the Art Department. They can be told apart by the fact Lyle's always flecked with paint and other arty things. It probably doesn't help that Neil has no issues asking Lyle to cover him if he has to miss a club lesson or something. He kind of thinks it's funny. :'D

Because of Lyle, though, he doesn't mind his students calling him Neil generally. He'll actively encourage it the closer he is to you.

WOW THAT WAS TL;DR anything anyone wants to add/any plotting/anything?

Human As I Am - A Neil Dylandy FST

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[Private; Hackable]

Another virus.

...I'm getting really tired of this place fucking with my emotions like this. It always feels so damn real. How can a virus - how the hell am I supposed to trust anything, when an internet site can make me think I'm that deeply in love? With someone I've never even met? I guess I shouldn't be surprised, if this damn place can make me believe I love Michael fucking Trinity then it could do anything, but.

Hn. I think I preferred when it was just turning me into a kid, or a woman. At least they were easier to take afterwards.

[/Private]

[Locked to Yukari; Hackable]

...That was kind of an awkward way to meet, huh.

I owe you an apology for that virus, Yukari. You seem like a really great kid, anyway - if nothing else, it was nice to meet you. I don't know about you, but I'd like it if we could still be friends.

[/Locked]

[Locked to Allelujah; Hackable]

Hey, Allelujah. Are there any good bars on Nill's world?

[/Locked]

[Lockon woke up with an arm sprawled over Tieria, terrible bedhead and about a tenth of the blanket, as he did most mornings these days. He yawned quietly - what time was it, anyway? Far too early - and snuggled closer to Tieria with a gentle nuzzle and a judicious tug of the blanket from wherever Michael was storing it all. (Eventually, he'd cure Michael of that cover-hogging habit. One of these days.)]