On his own for the first time in what felt like weeks, Jellal’s shoulders were eased as he walked along the dirt road, breathing in the fresh, crisp air. It was good to go on a mission by himself for a change, and he had to show he trusted the newer members of Crime Sorciere, this was a good way to do it.
His eyes darted up and searched the area then as he sensed he wasn’t actually alone anymore and that whoever was nearby, had magic. Concentrating, he tried to determine the direction of the approaching person. They were…behind him.
Just as he was about to turn, he found the air pushed from his lungs and his body shoved to the ground. He rolled with whoever tackled him and landed on his back, a second later staring with wide, disbelieving eyes at a young teenager pointing a sword at him. He wasn’t sure what was most surprising, the sword, the ocelot accompanying the girl or the fact her appearance was startlingly similar to his. She had the same tattoo.
His attacker’s apology didn’t register to him, his mind was frozen. A dangerous mistake really and one he would later berate himself about. The girl ran off and it was only then that Jellal’s instincts kicked him.
→”Wait!” He launched himself up and sprinted after the girl, tapping into his magic to allow more speed. Air raced past him and he swiftly approached the form of the girl, overtaking her and then halting, blocking her path.
→”Who are you?!” he demanded.
She could hear him coming, Raziel telling her that the man was gaining on her when suddenly he stood in front of her and she crashed into his frame, falling onto the ground with a thud. Cursing to herself that she had allowed him to best her she moved to stand, her hands trembling slightly, not once had she ever seen someone who shared her tattoo.
Feeling her Ocelot familiar nudging at her hand she placed a hand on his coat and tugged him closer, his presence comforting her instantly as she finally met the mans eyes, a mixture of fear and distrust crossing her features as she spoke with more authority than she normally held.
“-- My name is Saya, I apologize for striking you earlier, I mistook you for someone else...
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have other places to be.”
With that she took a step back, the facade that she was fine beginning to crack as her mind ran over the events of the past ten minutes, he looked so familiar... The tattoo was the obvious similarity but his eyes had something to them, something almost uncanny to what she remembered but they did not belong to his face.
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