[center][h1][b]Albert Prelati[/b][/h1]

Interacting with: Berserker ([@Grey])[/center]

[center][h2]Outside Jonathan's base of operations - 2:51 PM December 2nd, 2012[/h2][/center]

[hider]As soon as the building had begun shaking in its death throes, Berserker had made her escape, her Master held tightly. She jumped from the hotel window, twelve stories up, and they were airborn in the time it took for a fly to flap its wings. Sadly, unlike a fly, they wouldn't remain that way for very long. The ground was rushing up to smash them like bugs. Or more accurately, smash [i]Albert[/i] like a bug. 

Servant or not, a normal human couldn't survive a twelve-story fall. Or rather, they couldn't survive [i]landing[/i]. Inertia was a cruel, cruel mistress, and once you got going at terminal velocity, you were gonna need a long time to slow down if you didn't want to end up like a bird against a windshield. Far more time than concrete and asphalt would give you. Which is why Albert had thought ahead and prepared them something they could use to cushion the impact. 

He groped in his back pocket for the item. That was a lie of course. How could he have known some raving lunatic would rig an entire building to explode, or that their only escape would be to jump from the twelfth story window of a hotel? Only a raving lunatic themselves would think to prepare for that. But thankfully, he did have enough points in Perception to realize what he had already brought with him could do the job nicely.

He found the wrapped leather flask and passed it to Berserker. It was a high-quality item, a portable Bounded Field he kept with him to contain a certain... something that tended to eat its way out of every container he tried putting it in. A Grand King Slime, a Gold-ranked Phantasmal Beast he'd made a contract with years ago for just such an occasion as the Holy Grail War. He almost never let it out of the flask due to its voracious appetite, but it would obey him and allow them to be swallowed safely without being digested... he hoped. 

Albert unscrewed the cork. With any luck, the viscous slime would act like an expanding foam that would cushion them from the impact. That was the idea, anyway.

"Ma chère!" he shouted over the whipping wind. "You might want to take a deep breath!"

He flicked the lid open, and an ocean of gold came pouring out.
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