[it seems like, for now, you're pretty on your own, Edward. The city is in ruins around you, though it seems like there might be some movement over there....
but oh, that...weird shuffling doesn't look friendly.]
[Yeah, it sure doesn't! He's just going to very quickly dive behind some of the rubble, hoping that maybe it will hide him, and... very carefully taking a look.
[.............yeah, you know what, that scans for today.
Edward... waits a moment more, holding his breath, maybe a little too hopeful. But it's becoming clear they're heading his way pretty quickly, so he's going to just
book it.
He's not the strongest runner, but maybe adrenaline will get him through it.]
He's going to turn, then, and run a different direction... until, his luck being what it is today, he promptly trips over some of that rubble. It's... a rough landing and probably isn't doing his survival chances any favors right now.]
[Edward's scrambling, trying to get up, which isn't too easy when he's all scratched up from that fall, but adrenaline is pushing him forwards at least a little. He doesn't really have a plan here, though. They're close and they're... all around.
He only barely manages to get up before he can see one of them trying to grab him and... and what can he even do about that? An inept mage like him? He shouldn't even have been at Chaldea at all.]
[Here's the thing: that zombie sure is reaching for him, arm outstretched, fingers grasping--
--until it isn't. Rather suddenly, with a wet slicing sound, that arm is on the ground. The zombie's head is quick to follow, removed from its shoulders in short order before the body is shoved back into the one behind it. The next zombie reaching for Edward quickly goes the way of the former, the figure now between Edward and the encroaching group moving quickly, darting between them to take out the first wave. When they're taken care of, and the second group starts to move in, Edward will finally get a look at his rescuer (?)--a bit shorter than average with dark hair and a hooked nose, hands clenched around and umbrella which...is that a blade sticking out of the top??? It might be.
Either way, there's no time to really ponder that as the man turns to look at him, blue eyes piercing as they take him in]
[He opens his mouth to ask more, but those zombies are closing in and... there's no time for any of this, is there? Right.
So he'll just reach out and take this stranger's hand. Trying to focus on... on making a contract happen, whatever that even means. And he feels... some kind of warmth. A spark of some kind.
[there it is--Oswald can feel that spark travel all the way up his arm and into his chest, his self--everything that he is--attaching onto this person's magic, binding them together. It's a surge of power like nothing he's ever felt, and there's a smirk that curls the corners of his mouth as he feels it swell inside him.]
That's more like it.
[and he turns to face the second wave, twirling his umbrella before flicking it open]
[It's a strange feeling, inside himself a moment. Almost like a light tug, before it settles and everything feels normal. He just... takes a careful step back, not exactly wanting to be close to any of this.]
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but oh, that...weird shuffling doesn't look friendly.]
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What the hell is this place...?]
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between the burning and the rubble, those definitely are some zombies]
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...Maybe they haven't noticed him yet?]
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they sure are coming your way bud]
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Edward... waits a moment more, holding his breath, maybe a little too hopeful. But it's becoming clear they're heading his way pretty quickly, so he's going to just
book it.
He's not the strongest runner, but maybe adrenaline will get him through it.]
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He's going to turn, then, and run a different direction... until, his luck being what it is today, he promptly trips over some of that rubble. It's... a rough landing and probably isn't doing his survival chances any favors right now.]
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He only barely manages to get up before he can see one of them trying to grab him and... and what can he even do about that? An inept mage like him? He shouldn't even have been at Chaldea at all.]
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--until it isn't. Rather suddenly, with a wet slicing sound, that arm is on the ground. The zombie's head is quick to follow, removed from its shoulders in short order before the body is shoved back into the one behind it. The next zombie reaching for Edward quickly goes the way of the former, the figure now between Edward and the encroaching group moving quickly, darting between them to take out the first wave. When they're taken care of, and the second group starts to move in, Edward will finally get a look at his rescuer (?)--a bit shorter than average with dark hair and a hooked nose, hands clenched around and umbrella which...is that a blade sticking out of the top??? It might be.
Either way, there's no time to really ponder that as the man turns to look at him, blue eyes piercing as they take him in]
You're a Master, aren't you?
[it's snapped, impatient.]
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He opens his eyes, slowly, to see what's going on. Just in time to see the next zombie go down. A whole group of them down.
That isn't the end of it. But he hardly has time to think about it, or even take in the sight of his rescuer properly, before he's snapped at.]
Um... I-- What?
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A Master! Yes or no!
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[He doesn't even know who this is? How does he make a contract?!]
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Now!
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So he'll just reach out and take this stranger's hand. Trying to focus on... on making a contract happen, whatever that even means. And he feels... some kind of warmth. A spark of some kind.
It's odd. But not unpleasant.]
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That's more like it.
[and he turns to face the second wave, twirling his umbrella before flicking it open]
Now--let's give 'em a beating they won't forget!
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[It's a strange feeling, inside himself a moment. Almost like a light tug, before it settles and everything feels normal. He just... takes a careful step back, not exactly wanting to be close to any of this.]
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Well?
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