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towerofanimus2012-05-15 02:15 am
pactum) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-15 02:15 am
001; intro.
Characters: Ciel and ALL OF YOU.
Setting: room 3-16 and ANYWHERE.
Format: whatever you'd like.
Summary: after waking up, Ciel has a look around.
Warnings: brief references to past abuse.
[ he thinks it's shackles, at first. that's what happens when you wake up from a nightmare--a memory--of being chained down only to find that upon waking, you can't move. it's understandable, really, how his eyes go wide and he feels his chest tighten in panic, when for a long and terrifying moment he thinks he's back there, bound and powerless. he might have screamed--or attempted to--if the paralysis had lasted any longer.
but it seems there's much more to worry about than that.
Ciel reads the letters, of course--finds the information difficult to swallow (completely ridiculous, really), can't take it as fact without confirming things for himself. he's used to being kidnapped. it's almost commonplace by now. what he isn't used to is being given free reign by his kidnappers. but the first order of business is, of course, to change out of the uncomfortable skintight clothing he'd woken up in. thankfully, just as promised, there are belongings in his trunk, including a change of clothing. he dresses himself quick as he can, though several buttons are in the wrong place, the bow is lopsided, and his eye patch is secured with what looks to be a rather hopeless dead knot. still far better than what he had been wearing, as far as he's concerned.
he lingers around the room for a bit before setting out to explore the building, curious to see if he can confirm anything else written in either letter. he's not so apt to believe anything he's been told just yet. as he walks, his fingers follow the edges of the yellow collar absently. he's tried tugging on it; no use, predictably.
it's only after he's satisfied at least some of his own curiosity by looking around for a bit that he decides it is high time that he gets a second opinion on this matter. he calls only once, quiet but firm: ]
Sebastian, come.
[ he's known since he'd gotten a proper bearing on himself earlier that the demon is present somewhere nearby. the bond of their contract is as stable as ever, after all--and besides, when doesn't Sebastian come when he calls? the knowledge that his butler is, as usual, only a word away is what's kept him this calm so far. ]
Setting: room 3-16 and ANYWHERE.
Format: whatever you'd like.
Summary: after waking up, Ciel has a look around.
Warnings: brief references to past abuse.
[ he thinks it's shackles, at first. that's what happens when you wake up from a nightmare--a memory--of being chained down only to find that upon waking, you can't move. it's understandable, really, how his eyes go wide and he feels his chest tighten in panic, when for a long and terrifying moment he thinks he's back there, bound and powerless. he might have screamed--or attempted to--if the paralysis had lasted any longer.
but it seems there's much more to worry about than that.
Ciel reads the letters, of course--finds the information difficult to swallow (completely ridiculous, really), can't take it as fact without confirming things for himself. he's used to being kidnapped. it's almost commonplace by now. what he isn't used to is being given free reign by his kidnappers. but the first order of business is, of course, to change out of the uncomfortable skintight clothing he'd woken up in. thankfully, just as promised, there are belongings in his trunk, including a change of clothing. he dresses himself quick as he can, though several buttons are in the wrong place, the bow is lopsided, and his eye patch is secured with what looks to be a rather hopeless dead knot. still far better than what he had been wearing, as far as he's concerned.
he lingers around the room for a bit before setting out to explore the building, curious to see if he can confirm anything else written in either letter. he's not so apt to believe anything he's been told just yet. as he walks, his fingers follow the edges of the yellow collar absently. he's tried tugging on it; no use, predictably.
it's only after he's satisfied at least some of his own curiosity by looking around for a bit that he decides it is high time that he gets a second opinion on this matter. he calls only once, quiet but firm: ]
Sebastian, come.
[ he's known since he'd gotten a proper bearing on himself earlier that the demon is present somewhere nearby. the bond of their contract is as stable as ever, after all--and besides, when doesn't Sebastian come when he calls? the knowledge that his butler is, as usual, only a word away is what's kept him this calm so far. ]
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[ scowl. ]
Wh--what use is there in knowing such unnecessary things? He does it for me. I don't need to know.
[ all right. he might be willing to go look around with you, Ronald, but there is no way he is going to let you touch him. so he'll just be taking a step backward. ]
That won't be necessary.
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Which prolly would've gotten you looking better.
[ And if there was one thing he prided himself on, it was looking sharp. Small eyeroll at his protesting though. ]
Oh come on. At least just let me fix your bow. You look like a little puppy with that around your neck.
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[ Ciel won't tolerate being called a puppy, though. so with a glare he unties the bow entirely, slipping it from around his neck and stuffing it into a pocket with little heed for how it might become wrinkled. ]
There. It is no longer an issue. [ he gestures with one hand in the vague direction of 'down the hall.' ] Are we going to go or are you going to waste more time fussing over my appearance?
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[ He's just being bold because the demon's not round but well... At any rate, he's getting back on Carrie and offering Ciel a hand. ]
I've found the easiest and quickest way to get around is via my darling Carrie here. As I said, the corridors aren't none to safe the way I see it.
We've quite a ways to go so best we get moving. Hop on.
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I am perfectly fine without Sebastian. I do not need him by my side every moment. [ yes, he's getting a little defensive, because that's a sore subject. he knows he depends on Sebastian much more than he should--much more than is healthy. but like hell he'll admit that, especially to a reaper.
wait. he actually expects him to get on that thing? his trepidation is obvious. ]
...where do I stand?
[ which does not mean he is actually going to do it, mind. >( ]
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Right. A young thing like you calling a demon out? Wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't plastered to your side like a bloody shadow.
[ He steps to the side though, one hand on the handle. ]
You can stay right up front and I'll manage from behind.
[ Which may or may not involve Ron staying directly behind him. Contact. Dontcha just love it? ]
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He's been called a shadow before. [ that's said almost absently. ] It isn't an inaccurate comparison.
[ but no. he hates it. physical contact isn't something he readily seeks from anyone; merely tolerates, and only in a few cases, at that. which is the primary reason he is not fond of this idea in the least. ]
I would prefer to walk.
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[ It's a serious warning, Ciel, really it is. And coming from him, too.
So he's gonna forego the mower because it's more polite to walk alongside someone. Carrie's going over his shoulder though as he starts down the hallway, mulling over what Ciel told him. ]
Shadow. Yeah, I suppose he kind of does look like one. Must be some huge bleeding deal if you need a demon to get things done, eh?
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It is to me, yes. That should be fairly obvious, considering the price I paid--or will pay, when his end of our bargain is fulfilled.
[ he talks about selling his soul as though it's simply another business transaction. and while Ciel may be shrewd, he knows the deeper value of the trade he's made. and while he has a reaper on hand who is not outright hostile, he may as well ask. ]
You lot loathe demons because they devour souls. Why is it so important that souls be collected? Do you know what happens to them afterward?
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Or... eerily more mature than some adults he'd spoken to.
But the question causes him to turn his attention back to Ciel. ]
Ah, here we go then. The inevitable "what happens after we die" question. 'Fraid I can't tell you that. Mister Spears is gonna have my head for going against regulations. We're not allowed to give anyone confidential information.
But I can tell you it's the way of the world. Demons get in the way of work. Plain and simple.
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You can't fault me for curiosity. It isn't as though I'll ever experience any of it for myself, after all.
[ his lips quirk just a little, as though there's something funny about that. he's comfortable enough with the ending he's chosen for himself that he can make light of it. ]
Death is inevitable. I suppose being consumed by a demon isn't quite the same thing.
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Course not. Bit of curiosity's always healthy for a boy your age.
[ But he doesn't mean that as an insult at all, judging by the grin he shoots Ciel's way. If anything, it's a compliment. ]
Glad you understand that at least. Everyone's going on and on about avoiding it, prolonging life but when you're time's up, your time's up. Remember that nutter on the Campania?
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[ that's sarcastic, in case it isn't obvious. ]
Which one?
[ he says it in jest, but he means it, too. 'that nutter' could refer to any number of the others he'd dealt with aboard the Campania: Ryan Stoker, Viscount Druitt, Grell Sutcliff, the Undertaker. he guesses, though, that it's likely that he's referencing the former. ]
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[ Have a look of disapproval for that. He's supposed to be the cheek between the two of you. Knock it off. Buuut... head tilting ever so slightly as he continues to stare ahead. ]
That Ryan Stoker bloke. The one who thought he could revive the dead. Fat lot that turned out to be, eh?
[ Watch him talking about it with the same air as one would a bad weather day. ]
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[ Ciel can match that nonchalance--and that disdain. ]
Where exactly are you intending to lead me, anyway? I would appreciate knowing what is in store before we arrive.
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Something that little short of blew my mind when I saw it. Goes against everything I'd been thinking over ever since I got here.
[ And a small grin back at you, Ciel, when he finally stops in front of the elevator. ]
It's something that shows what became of home. What to see?
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[ sorry, Ronald, but that grin is completely lost on him. the fact that Ciel isn't scowling the best you're getting back. ]
But if what you are about to show me so vastly contradicts what you'd been thinking, then what was on your mind before?
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[ And a tilt of his head back at the elevator with a moment of whistling while rubbing his ankle with his foot. Waiting for the elevator... waiting... and it arrives with a ding, the door sliding open. ]
But best I save the surprise for when we get there, right? Let you figure things out on your own a while before I say anything.
[ Hand jammed in his pocket and heading into the elevator. ]
Well? Are you coming?
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If you insist.
[ of course he's coming. he's just a step behind, in fact. this lift is a bit more advanced than the ones he's used to seeing, but he climbs aboard anyway, standing beside Ronald, though with enough room between them that another person could easily fit in the space. ]
Convenient. All of those stairs would be incredibly tedious. [ not to mention possibly trigger his asthma. Ciel is not a particularly healthy boy. he's always had a rather delicate constitution. ]
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[ Smirking back at that though. But promptly shutting the door when Ciel gets in, setting the lawnmower back down and glancing around.
Aaaaaaaand they're off. ]
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[ Ciel corrects, speaking the word pointedly as he aims a glare up at Ronald. though 'stubborn git' is probably more accurate, actually.
aaand wow Ciel has never ridden in an elevator quite like this one before. it's much faster than he's used to, and it seems like it takes hardly any time at all before the doors are opening on the fifth floor. ]
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[ And a smirk back as he sets one foot on Carrie, hands jammed into his pockets. To make up for the lack of elevator music, he's taken to whistling but eventually, the doors slide open and he's hauling the mower over his shoulder again. ]
Come on. No time like the present.
[ Casually sauntering out, flashing a small grin to one of the attendants and maybe a few more to some decent looking ones (he can't help it, okay?) before stepping in front of one of the viewing stations and motioning to it with his free hand. All business now. ]
Take a gander at that then and tell me what you see.
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[ ugh, reapers man, why are you all so annoying?? and...flirtatious, apparently. think you could refrain from picking up chicks for like ten seconds, Ronald? there's a child present. >( ]
Fine.
[ so take a gander he does--a long one. Ciel i remarkably quiet and still as he looks. even when he takes a step back, apparently having internalized enough of what his world--his life--would look like completely destroyed, he's silent for a long moment as he thinks. finally, he declares: ]
I see something utterly impossible.
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But the moment he catches sight of the change in expression on the boy's face, his own becomes unreadable. Almost as if he's also scrutinizing it. ]
See, that's what I figure. We should have been given a heads up from the board, yeah? But last I hear, Mister Sutcliffe and I were packed off to the Campania quick as you please. If the world was going to be destroyed and all, you think they wouldn't have put us on holiday beforehand.
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but still, Ciel has to admit that you're right about at least part of that. ]
Precisely. Your lot should have known about it, at the very least. And-- [ quiet, but determined. ] --I refuse to believe that those I wish to kill have died by any hand but my own.
[ because the vengeance-driven convictions of a thirteen-year-old boy can totally change the apparent fate of the world, right? as far as Ciel is concerned, at least, they can. he won't accept anything less. ]