[in that case, he's going to hear the brief 'shing!' sound of metal on metal, a moment of a clashing of wood against metal and a grunt or two, before there's the sound of someone making a noise of surprise and then a muffled yell---that quickly gets quieter before there's a soft, distant thump]
[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.]
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[h e c k
Well, he's just gonna get ready to do just that. Almost... just a few more seconds...]
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It's over, Edward--you're safe.
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He's... Is he...
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[cool cool cool he has to unpack that later]
I-I don't get it. Who even was he?
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Take your pick.
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[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?
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[............hold up,]
Wait, I... I thought that was a dream... You saw him, too?
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[eraser plan... failed.]
Or like. A dog.
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It wasn't a dog! It was Murmur! And it wasn't that bad!
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[he almost forgot about uh
The Situation]
W-Where do we even go, anyway?
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So... after all that, we just... go home, like nothing happened?
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