Dazai waves, the cheerful gesture at odds with the sharp look in his eyes. As soon as they're gone, he peeks down the window (oh boy) before sparing Bedivere a glance.
Right. That Lancer still looks quite pissed off, and he scans the area. Is her Master in sight? Not that he can prolong his survey, however, since it won't be good to tax Bedivere, and Dazai just knows the knight will fight better once he knows his Master's safe on the ground. So! Gotta be sneaky while climbing down, and he grasps the rails.
...he should, at the very least, be able to hop down on the roof of the carriage below him, right? Right.
Arturia, meanwhile, nods studiously and raises her staff. This is kinda risky and there's no time to hide the umbrella's movement - Merlin, ironically, isn't the best teacher for illusion magecraft - and the intricate head of her staff glows. The umbrella frees itself from the cart, as expected, and it goes with the sweep of the oversized stick in her hand, sailing towards Dazai.
Yeah, no, he's not expecting that at all! Dazai bites down on a yelp to dodge the oversized umbrella that nearly collides with him. Predictably, the ability supporting its weight dissipates with the touch of his hand, and another look at the control booth reveals Caster looking intently at him with puffed cheeks, miming... floating down? That's what that swaying motion with both her hands clasped on her staff looks like, in between the jumping.
.....
It's not that he doesn't see her intentions. However, he hasn't seen her in action either. Impromptu arrangements like this clash horribly with his habit of calculating outcomes, placing it too close to an expression of trust.
And Bedivere's fight with Lancer continues, assuming she hasn't switched targets.
Okay. Dazai steels himself, pops open the umbrella, and hops.
Caster will bring up the wind. It won't be smooth sailing, exactly, but he'll land on two feet -- should Lancer not go for the easy target.]
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Dazai waves, the cheerful gesture at odds with the sharp look in his eyes. As soon as they're gone, he peeks down the window (oh boy) before sparing Bedivere a glance.
Right. That Lancer still looks quite pissed off, and he scans the area. Is her Master in sight? Not that he can prolong his survey, however, since it won't be good to tax Bedivere, and Dazai just knows the knight will fight better once he knows his Master's safe on the ground. So! Gotta be sneaky while climbing down, and he grasps the rails.
...he should, at the very least, be able to hop down on the roof of the carriage below him, right? Right.
Arturia, meanwhile, nods studiously and raises her staff. This is kinda risky and there's no time to hide the umbrella's movement - Merlin, ironically, isn't the best teacher for illusion magecraft - and the intricate head of her staff glows. The umbrella frees itself from the cart, as expected, and it goes with the sweep of the oversized stick in her hand, sailing towards Dazai.
Yeah, no, he's not expecting that at all! Dazai bites down on a yelp to dodge the oversized umbrella that nearly collides with him. Predictably, the ability supporting its weight dissipates with the touch of his hand, and another look at the control booth reveals Caster looking intently at him with puffed cheeks, miming... floating down? That's what that swaying motion with both her hands clasped on her staff looks like, in between the jumping.
.....
It's not that he doesn't see her intentions. However, he hasn't seen her in action either. Impromptu arrangements like this clash horribly with his habit of calculating outcomes, placing it too close to an expression of trust.
And Bedivere's fight with Lancer continues, assuming she hasn't switched targets.
Okay. Dazai steels himself, pops open the umbrella, and hops.
Caster will bring up the wind. It won't be smooth sailing, exactly, but he'll land on two feet -- should Lancer not go for the easy target.]