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dizzyspells2012-06-23 01:11 am
lockpick) wrote in dizzyspells2012-06-23 01:11 am
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After Locke and Celes dealt with the Tunnel Armor, the start of their journey north from South Figaro was rather quiet. Unsurprising, considering the circumstances. Sneaking through enemy lines, both of them different shades of exhausted. Locke had been on the move for days, unable to stop and rest for long once he'd crossed into occupied territory. And Celes was still recovering from the punishment she'd received while imprisoned.
At some point after they'd given the Imperials the slip, it was hard to pinpoint exactly when, Locke began to talk as they picked their way carefully over the terrain. It must have started with a question about her wounds, or an absent description of the best way to wind their way up the mountains. Something to distract him from worrying about the situation in Narshe. Eventually the tense silence was gone and he was telling her just what a Returner agent like him was doing sneaking around South Figaro. Not just out of the city, but into it, to sabotage the Imperial occupation and trip up the troops.
"...I couldn't risk going back to check it out, but I'm pretty sure I heard it explode," Locke concluded, speaking of the supply depot he'd visited just before his escape and glancing back at her with a bit of a grin. As if it didn't occur to him that just a few days back, it would have been her side he was busy being a thorn in. He reached up to run a gloved hand across his brow, slowing in his step and looking upward at the sky.
"Anyway, we probably ought to find somewhere to wait out the daylight. What d'you think?"
Time was of the essence, and they'd traveled through the night to put some distance between them and the Imperial presence. But the sun was beginning to climb high into the sky, and though they were skirting the desert, it was still uncomfortably hot, even before noon, and shelter and shade were sparse. After being on the move for so long, he could practically feel himself wilting under the heat, and she must be just as tired as he was. But Celes never complained. Never said much of anything, really.
At some point after they'd given the Imperials the slip, it was hard to pinpoint exactly when, Locke began to talk as they picked their way carefully over the terrain. It must have started with a question about her wounds, or an absent description of the best way to wind their way up the mountains. Something to distract him from worrying about the situation in Narshe. Eventually the tense silence was gone and he was telling her just what a Returner agent like him was doing sneaking around South Figaro. Not just out of the city, but into it, to sabotage the Imperial occupation and trip up the troops.
"...I couldn't risk going back to check it out, but I'm pretty sure I heard it explode," Locke concluded, speaking of the supply depot he'd visited just before his escape and glancing back at her with a bit of a grin. As if it didn't occur to him that just a few days back, it would have been her side he was busy being a thorn in. He reached up to run a gloved hand across his brow, slowing in his step and looking upward at the sky.
"Anyway, we probably ought to find somewhere to wait out the daylight. What d'you think?"
Time was of the essence, and they'd traveled through the night to put some distance between them and the Imperial presence. But the sun was beginning to climb high into the sky, and though they were skirting the desert, it was still uncomfortably hot, even before noon, and shelter and shade were sparse. After being on the move for so long, he could practically feel himself wilting under the heat, and she must be just as tired as he was. But Celes never complained. Never said much of anything, really.
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"You should have woke me up anyway. We don't have a lot of time to waste."
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"How are you feeling?"
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"A lot better, actually..." She really did need the sleep. She didn't get much good sleep since her incarceration in South Figaro.