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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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It's not a problem, Earl Phantomhive. These things happen from time to time.
[The accent he has. It makes her heart ache though she doesn't show it. From her perspective she hasn't been home in a month and while she hadn't had time to think about it before she dearly misses her homeland. Camelot is unattainable at the moment, but if this boy is from her lands in some form then it can't hurt to ask about it, could it?]
Forgive me for asking if I'm wrong, but would you happen to be from the British Isles?
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[ respectability is an air that he puts on easily; as a member of the British gentry, it's a quality that's been practically bred into him. it's nothing for him to act the part of the courteous young lord; he is a young lord, albeit not always a courteous one.
and it's clear from her accent that she more than likely is from Britain as well, which earns her at least a little curiosity for his part, if not credibility. ]
I would. My estate is located just outside of London. [ which is not exactly Camelot, but his time period's equivalent, perhaps. ]
There is nothing at all to forgive, I assure you, my lady. Though if I may be permitted to ask a question in return: how long have you practiced swordsmanship?
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It is all right to ask. We are both prisoners in this Tower until we can make our escape from these walls. Wishing to learn about one another is only natural.
I have trained and been raised to the knighthood since birth and have been practicing with my blade since I could hold it. [There is conviction in her voice, such that only true passion for the art could bring. Even as a child Saber had seen herself as a knight, to the exclusion of all else and, while she never expecting to become King, she had certainly believed she would do great things for her country as a knight growing up.]
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Your years of training are obvious in your technique. [ though the phrasing makes it sounds like a compliment, it isn't meant that way; it's a mere statement of fact. ] I know women who are exceptionally skilled with a blade, but none who have been allowed into the ranks of knighthood, let alone groomed for it. You must have done the crown a great service.
[ running on the assumption that she is British as well, of course. but really, a female knight? his aunt hadn't even been granted that honor, and she'd defeated the greatest knight of her time in a duel. the idea of a woman being knighted is a foreign, absurd idea to him--but therefore interesting . ]
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I would like to believe so. [Which makes her heart clench thinking of Camelot's fall. It's impossible to serve the crown when one is the crown and thus you must serve the nation instead. In Saber's mind she failed and now, if her world is truly destroyed then--
She pushed the thought to the back of her mind.] As to my knighthood, there were unusual circumstances due to a lack of male heirs in my lineage and my father passing when I was still in the cradle. It is rare for me to be considered a woman in polite society because of these circumstances. Seeing as we are most likely from different worlds, such exceptions might not be possible where you come from.
[And not in hers, either, but it's an easy tale to tell since the only part she's leaving out is that her lineage is royal. It breaks her heart to have to tell this but she is a failure of a King and she'd prefer not to broadcast it just yet.]
ahhh i am so sorry for the late response. :c
[ he thinks, privately, that this has probably been the most pleasant conversation he's had since arriving here. Saber is skilled, sensible, and ultimately the sort of person Ciel doesn't actually mind conversing with. which is rarer than one might think. ]
If my questions have been too personal, I apologize. I am not quite used to this place--nor to the idea that the places we come from can be so similar and yet so different.
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