Cutting things close.....

[corpseless]

Characters: Kanon and Saralegui
Location: Casualty Communal, lobby.
Rating: PG I think?
Time: July 21st Noonish?
Description: A wary and very inexperienced Kanon goes to meet a potential meister in King Saralegui.

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[lavenderglasses]

Waiting in the lobby, Saralegui was smirking away, unable to resist doing so after his stroke of good luck. Of course, it would have been better if he could have gotten Yuuri like he'd wanted -- and had he been home where his eyes still worked, he knew it wouldn't have failed -- but regardless, at least he found a weapon at all. And, judging by how quickly the boy had been able to transform into his scythe form, likely a strong one

[corpseless]

His enthusiasm wasn't shared, the boy tilting his head slightly to the side as he regarded him with that same, flat, almost suspicious look. After a moment, he gave him a little nod, stopping several feet away from the man. "It was not a far walk, and there is not much else to do in this state."

He knew Jessica would be worried about him, this battle was sure to be dangerous, and knowing how she was, having him out there was the last thing she wanted. But he knew better then anyone, that she wouldn't order him to do anything. Because of her feelings for him... He should feel guilty for manipulating her like that really, but it was for her own good.

What would he do alone if that monster came through and went after her? trapped in those shelters, those who did not or could not fight would be siting ducks, all gathered in bundles.

He regarded the man in front of him who claimed to be working for the same thing, to protect someone who could not fight.

"I am clueless about this part, I will follow your lead."

[lavenderglasses]

"Well, I haven't been here much longer than you have," Sara pointed out, crossing his arms across his chest. He was suppose to take command? Well, at least he was used to doing so.

"I'm not positive about how it works either. All I can really suggest is that you transform into your weapon form and we see if I'm able to use you. I heard that something happens to indicate if you have really good resonation with someone -- a flash of light or a good feeling or something, I'd guess, but I believe you can still work decently well with someone even if they aren't you 'one true partner' or whatever. Then again, some people just can't work together at all, and I heard that for them, the meister can't even pick up the weapon."

[corpseless]

The servant arched an eyebrow slightly, catching his lip between his teeth for a moment before quietly nodding, always one to cut straight to the chase. "If you insist. I will attempt it that way...." He hesitated, frowning. "Though...It would help...if you assisted me once I do."

He really didn't want to fall forward on his face again, that kind of embarrassment was too much.

Taking a quiet breath he closed his eyes again, lifting his arm in that same fashion he did to summon his locus, and pushed himself forward (Why momentum seemed to help was beyond him), transforming fluidly into that scythe form. It was easier every time he tried it, even though the sensation was so incredibly odd, being formed as such. The locus blade lit the room with a soft, red glow, as he tried to maintain his balance, wobbling slightly.

Shit.