[Oswald is...alone on that roof. The machete is off to the side, laying near his feet. There's a cut on his cheek. And he is awful close to the edge of that building, looking over the side--before he straightens, sheathing the long thin sword back inside the handle of his umbrella before glancing over]
[Edward takes in the pieces here. The machete, Oswald's positioning -- the blade in his umbrella. Oh, he's definitely feeling kind of faint, now, putting two and two together.]
no subject
no subject
It's over, Edward--you're safe.
no subject
He's... Is he...
no subject
no subject
[cool cool cool he has to unpack that later]
I-I don't get it. Who even was he?
no subject
Take your pick.
no subject
[what the fuck is happening]
Wait, can... can we back up for a bit, what's all this about diary holders anyway? I get that they have them, but... how do you know all this?
no subject
no subject
[............hold up,]
Wait, I... I thought that was a dream... You saw him, too?
no subject
no subject
[eraser plan... failed.]
Or like. A dog.
no subject
It wasn't a dog! It was Murmur! And it wasn't that bad!
no subject
no subject
no subject
[he almost forgot about uh
The Situation]
W-Where do we even go, anyway?
no subject
no subject
So... after all that, we just... go home, like nothing happened?
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
[he kind of wants to ask more questions, but
....fine.]
O-Okay. Alright.
[He doesn't really want to go home. He's going to be there late, so...]
no subject
no subject
[It'll be worse if he doesn't.]