♕ ᴇᴅɢᴀʀ (machinism) wrote in drawpoints, @ 2015-08-05 00:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !narrative, edgar figaro, npc, sabin figaro |
WHO: The Figaros (mostly Edgar with some mentions of Sabin) + Chancellor
WHAT: A miracle. Quite simply a miracle. Could also be a trick of the eye or the ear.
WHERE: Balamb Garden
WHEN: Evening of Monday, August 3
WARNINGS: N/A
Before Edgar knew it, evening had come and yet still no word from his righthand man!
It was a thought that occurred to him while he was in his own (abandoned) dorm room and one that made him pause from the letter he was drafting. Before that, he had been thinking, What did Chance say about this matter again? And then, Hold on now, Chance hadn’t called back about that reservation I made. The last few attempts he’d put in went dead. Each time a voice informed him that he’d failed, a worried thought nagged at the back of his head but a brief chat with Sabin would always put him at ease. The man was probably busy, he did have meetings scheduled today…
But so busy, he would neglect to pick up his employer’s 11th call?
So this must be what it feels like to be Chance… He meant those times certain voicemails from the estate or a certain number would go ignored. Edgar contemplated his HyPhone in its new shiny protective case before he picked it up and stared at the lock screen. No messages, no missed calls…
Chance calling, it suddenly read.
Edgar answered in a heartbeat. “Chance, what happened!”
“I...I don’t know, Master.” A quick answer. “Master, stay calm, but could you please put Master Sabin in the line, too? I need to speak with the both of you. Now, it’s absolutely urgent.”
“Okay, okay. I’m standing, I’m walking, I’m leaving my room.” Edgar marched out the door and left it open as he hurried to Sabin’s door and knocked on it. “Hyne, Chance, what is this?”
“It’s family matter. Please, Master, is Master Sabin there yet?”
“I’m knocking on his door!” Edgar hadn’t meant to raise his voice, he hadn’t meant to be scared, neither did he mean to slam his fist on the door that much harder. Wide eyes met wide eyes when it finally opened and he welcomed himself in, marching to the closest seat. The door was closed behind him.
He waited until he thought Sabin was ready before he said, “Chance, we’re in his room. I’m putting you on speaker.” He raised the volume.
“Masters, I’ve booked you two business class tickets for the last train from Balamb to Dollet. An escort is on its way there as we speak. You leave in forty minutes. Masters, you must come home, this is important.”
“Why, what’s wrong?” Edgar looked at Sabin as he asked. “Has a partnership gone bad?”
“No, Master. It’s your father,” he said.
Edgar’s brows put on a confused question for Sabin.
“He’s alive.”