Status report, Allelujah Haptism.

...for once, I seem to have managed to make a secure connection. Excellent.

I believe it's time to "make friends and influence people". They've accepted Phase One with minimal disbelief, and apart from a couple of mishaps (thank you, Lockon Stratos), virtually nobody knows.

People will do anything for a sweet girl with a smile on her face. Ridiculous.

But so very useful.

Tieria awoke. Not with a start, but with a simple snapping open of the eyes.

Darkness. He'd been dreaming, but even with the lack of visual input, the memory of the dream started to fade quickly. It hadn't been good. He wondered what a good dream was, sometimes. But wondering like that again could wait for another time, a time when he knew where he was and what was going on.

It wasn't just the dream that he was finding hard to remember - the day before only existed as fragments in his memory.

The school.

The mansion.

Exia.

...Setsuna F. Seiei.

Something stirred beside him in the pitch black night, and Tieria reached out to grab it.

Who knew? How many of you knew and kept it from me?

Tieria was putting the finishing touches to his makeshift disguise while waiting for the others to arrive. He had found some baggier clothes that belonged to Mikaela that managed to fit him, and he had managed to scrape his hair back into pigtails.

He didn't currently make the most fashionable girl, but it was enough. After all, despite what other people said, he still found his appearance rather male, and the last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to himself by obviously being a man shopping for girls' clothes.

He decided to give make-up a miss for now, however. He didn't trust himself not to make a complete mess of it.

"This is ridiculous," he sighed, looking at himself in the mirror.

...she's right, I'm never going to blend in like this.

I need help. As of now, I am enrolled at Mikaela Banes' school as a transfer student. I will be there primarily to collect work for Mikaela, and to take notes so that I may assist her in her learning.

However, as you may have noticed, while my appearance is only mildly unusual on my world, I have been told that on many others I would seem bizarrely feminine for a man.

Including here. This, coupled with my need for a false persona means that the most obvious course of action is to become, for all intents and purposes, a woman.

The changes will only be cosmetic, of course. I simply need new clothes, make-up, and some... easily available augmentations. This is where you come in. I need some of you to help me choose items that would be appropriate for the type of "girl" I will be, and for the 21st century. In case you hadn't noticed, I am not particularly good with "fashion", even normally.

So basically, what I'm saying is...

...do any of you want to go to the mall with me?

Tieria was alone in the house. Mikaela was still at the base with Apollo, and her mother was at work. Again. She worked far too hard.

He was waiting for Motoko in the living room. She had insisted on coming to see him, and seeing as she had even offered to allow him to remove the location information himself, he had allowed it. All there was to do now was wait.

57 minutes. In the last 24 hours, I have been awake for only 57 minutes. Something is wrong, and it is getting worse.

...I try and spend most of my time awake with her, but seeing her like that only exacerbates whatever is wrong with me. Additionally, she needs so much rest at the moment that we are virtually never awake at the same time.

I cannot help but feel somewhat responsible for her injuries.

...well, that was certainly embarassing.

((OOC: All posts previous to this one are now private. The journal appears to have been deleted. Future posts will be locked to friends - if you're not sure, just ask. If Tieria speaks to you un-anon from now on, assume you can see his posts unless stated otherwise.))

Tieria drifted in and out of consciousness. Each time he passed out, he thought it would be the last. He had done all that he could to save the others, although whether his plan would actually work or not was anyone's guess. There was something nagging at him, something about a destination, maybe? He didn't know, and it hurt too much to think anymore.

Something started beeping frantically at him. Oh, that was right. The GN Drive. Despite being in zero gravity, it felt like he was swimming up through tar to reach the eject button. There. It wasn't as noisy as he thought it would be.

So, that was that. Not able to fight anymore. Everyone else as safe as he could make them. GN Drive ejected and en route back to the Ptolemaios. Everything taken care of. Now he could afford to be selfish for once.

Now he could go and find Lockon.

There are so many things I want to say. I suppose everybody else's letters are more thought out, and continually revised, but I must admit that this is the first time that it has occurred to me to write one.

Ah, well, first. An explanation of what this actually is. This is a letter that, in the event of my destruction, will automatically be sent to the noted receivers. Or, in my case, posted directly to my journal, as you all read it anyway. I suppose this means it's a goodbye.

...and an apology. A normal student wouldn't have one of these, would he? Well, I'm not a normal student. I'm not a student at all, and I never was. So, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I lied to so many of you, but it was honestly necessary. I took no pleasure in fooling any of you. I hope that you can forgive me. I still can't tell you what I actually do, but I suspect that if you look at the news in my world when I do perish, you'll put two and two together. After all, many of you are rather clever.

( On towards more individual sentiments, then. )

Goodbye, everyone.

Eros, Blackout, I have something I think I should say to you.

...why? Why did he do that? He. He protected me.

I couldn't move I couldn't think I couldn't breathe I couldn't see and and and and oh Ve-

...no. I. I. I have been abandoned. I.

They're going to be so angry with me. And and and the Doctor. I. I promised him, I thought I had time.

Please. Please don't die. I. I'm sorry.

I'm so scared.

Does it even count as a birthday? How stupid.

Note to self: throttle Michael Trinity.

It's good to be going back. I really do prefer space. It's so much cleaner, and Earth's gravity can be so tiring.

Speaking of Earth...well, I suppose that's only a tenuous connection, as this will have an effect space too, but: there has been a huge development on my world, for anyone who is following our politics. The Union, the HRL and the AEU have decided to join their military forces into a single army. The UN Forces will be the largest military the world has ever seen, and together, they will fight to take down Celestial Being.

I must say, this move is a surprising one. I wonder what prompted it.

In other news, I am pleasantly surprised with the number of volunteers I have found to help me with my plans to fix the community's security systems once and for all. However, I still need to talk to one "Foaly" and one "Yuki Nagato". They have been recommended to me, and I shall speak with them.

[locked/unhackable]

There's something wrong. Very, very wrong. With our system, with the world, everything. I must confess, I am extremely worried.

...no, I am more than worried.

I'm scared.

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I cannot believe what Michael Trinity has done. Next time I see him, I'll kill him.

Human beings are funny things, aren't they? They can be responsible for so much misery in the world, but at the same time, they can work so well together to change it for the better.

Oh, what I've seen in the past few days...

Ugly, terrible truths have come to light. But I have also observed teamwork, forgiveness, selflessness; so many good qualities and actions. It really is peculiar how such things can co-exist in one species. Maybe there is hope for them yet.

Why can't I stop smiling?