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At the same time as the girl, now his 2nd master, collapsed downwards, the Emperor was renewed. But, Norton would not allow harm to befall her. Berserker picked up the comparatively small girl that was his Master in his arms. [color=tomato]"Not much prana in you, is there? That will make this difficult...but not impossible. Rest, lass."[/color]

As the dawn began to break in earnest, the looming threat of sunlight encroaching, he had no choice but to escape with her. All the same, his previous realizations directed him where to go. The church. He was a pious man, yes, but more directly he knew that something had gone quite wrong, and the overseer needed to be seen. Stirner had already indicated to him where the church was, thankfully. Now that he had a new contract to anchor his existence, he wasn't in danger of vanishing, but the Emperor would have to be frugal in his energy expenditure. Weighing the costs and benefits, he cursed his lack of contemporary clothing, forbidding him from bein- well, carrying a half-conscious girl was even worse, actually, so it didn't matter. 

...Speaking of cursing, he'd tell his master later not to be so vulgar in her words, that habit was improper. But for the sake of answers and her recovery, he'd whisk her to the church!

Which would probably take a while, and he'd need a roundabout route to avoid being seen. He couldn't just go into spiritual form, because then he couldn't carry her. At least he wasn't actively draining her prana now, only the initial formation of the contract had done so. Gah! So many factors to consider!

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[*] Secrecy of magecraft and the war itself.
[*] Protecting the two of them.
[*] Acting quickly as possible for Stirner's sake.
[*] Not endangering his 2nd master's life via prana drain.
[*] No going into spiritual form.
[*] She was in no condition to travel herself right now.
[*] He stuck out like a sore thumb, even without his hat and sword manifested.
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Norton looked around, wracking his brain for ideas based on what was nearby. 

[color=tomato]"Ah, perfect!"[/color] 

The Emperor's eyes had settled on an alleyway that had a few cardboard boxes and trash bags among the rest of the junk set out in it. He'd come to a flawlessly-reasoned solution, in his wisdom as an Emperor. It was possible to go unnoticed while still being seen, and other Servants wouldn't likely attack out in the open in the middle of the morning as people began to crowd the streets. Plus, that would be the most expedient way to travel from where he was to the Church.