☆020- And the nameless names on the misspelled graves grow tall.

[live_ringer]

Lockon, also known as Aim, is gone.

[Unless there is something in the following comments that needs to be addressed, don't expect a response.]


((ooc: This entry is going up on March 19^th. Below will be threads for quicklogs with the people that were told in person on the 18^th.))

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[quicklog--Krile]

[live_ringer]

[If she were to voice her thoughts on how flat the whole 'going home' theory falls, he would have to say he agreed. Particularly in this case, after seeing that Lyle's suspicions about Neil's death were mirrored in his brother's personal notes.

Hearing her cry like that almost hurts as much as seeing the disappearance, but it isn't anything he would begrudge her. He simply returns the embrace, rubbing her back a little.]

Me too.

[quicklog--Krile]

[feathered-earth.livejournal.com]

[For a few moments, she tries to think of something else to say, but nothing comes to mind. As the seconds go by the truth seems to settle in deeper. But she doesn't have much of an instinct to deny in any case.

She holds onto him while she waits for the sobs to die down, wishing she could be just a little stronger right now. She thought she was getting too used to people disappearing. Apparently that's not so.

But she's able to bring them to a stop after a time. She loosens her grip, though she doesn't let go.]

Sorry. I--thank you. For coming to tell me.

[It comes out as a murmur, but she still feels the need to say it despite her earlier hesitance. It's such a painful thing to have to do.]

[quicklog--Krile]

[live_ringer]

[When her hold relaxes a little he leans back and looks her in the face. His expression isn't wavering, but it looks like an attempt at a smile that didn't make it even half way there.]

Didn't think the journals were the place for it.

[The journal he had kept in his hand while holding her is slipped in a pocket and in its stead he pulls out an envelope.]

Besides that, he did leave something for you. It seemed best to go ahead and give that to you.

((ooc: The note's not written yet, but once it is I can send it your way.))

[quicklog--Krile]

[feathered-earth.livejournal.com]

[Krile nods, making no attempt to smile herself. It doesn't make it easier to learn, but it's kinder.

She takes a moment to wipe her eyes with a cuff, watching silently as Lyle gets the note out of his pocket.]

Oh... all right.

[She reaches out and takes hold of the envelope, feeling more leaden than shaky. It feels like she should say more, but there don't seem to be many words. Though she does know what this is. Krile's written a letter of her own to be shown to her friends in case she disappears or dies without returning.]

((ooc: All righty o/ ))

[quicklog--Krile]

[live_ringer]

[He doesn't really have much to add after giving her that, but... just walking away and leaving her alone like this doesn't seem like an option at the moment. So he'll settle in to sit with her for a bit before heading on.

...Or until the moment where a patron steps into the shop and mistakes him for Lockon, which would be the awkward cue that he should be on his way.]