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towerofanimus2012-06-23 11:46 am
pactum) wrote in towerofanimus2012-06-23 11:46 am
Entry tags:
002; return. backdated to wednesday.
characters: ciel phantomhive and everyone!
setting: floor one.
format: whatever suits you.
summary: ciel wakes up after his death, struggles with his physical condition, and has a message to relay.
warnings: references to his death during the infighting event.
[ awakening this time had been even less pleasant than the first. it had taken a little longer for the paralysis to wear off--but even when it had, he hadn't want to move. there was--and is--an excruciating pain in his right arm, and when he'd finally managed to get to his feet, he'd discovered the ankle on that side to be in rather poor condition as well. it doesn't make sense, he'd thought, gritting his teeth to stop himself from making a sound, that his body should be out of sorts. though he was crushed to death--he'd only had a moment to realize what was happening, at the time, but he remembers it now--he'd understood that after death one was returned to the tower in optimum physical condition, no matter their manner of death. this clearly isn't the case now, and he's been holding his arm close to his side to make sure that it moves as little as possible.
at some point--perhaps when he can move a little more easily--he intends to locate, of all people, Grell Sutcliff. he owes Ronald Knox a favor, he supposes, for his help over the last few weeks, and Knox's request had been seemingly simple enough: "If you get back," he'd said, "find Grell! Tell him we'll be all right!" but it isn't very simple at all, in practice. Ciel has very little idea where to begin looking for Grell Sutcliff, given that he'd been actively trying to avoid seeing the reaper until now. and it isn't as though he's going to get very far, anyway--not with his ankle as it is. it's only with a great deal of limping, leaning, and soft cursing that he makes it to the elevator, which he uses to take him to the first floor. he's intending to get to the second, and the infirmary there, but the stairs going up look to be a daunting task, and the pain in his arm makes it difficult to concentrate on much else. perhaps testing the death system and returning to the tower had been a wrong choice, if it landed him in this position without anyone he knows well enough, who might protect him.
but, as always, he can't be bothered to regret it. he has to move forward, and find a way to remedy his current situation. mindful of his arm, he seats himself at one of the tables in the dining hall to give his ankle a rest. he'll have to at least attempt the stairs, he knows, in order to do something about his arm--but his ankle is throbbing something fierce now after all of this moving around, and even he can see through the fabric of his stocking that it's swollen in comparison to the other one. ]
setting: floor one.
format: whatever suits you.
summary: ciel wakes up after his death, struggles with his physical condition, and has a message to relay.
warnings: references to his death during the infighting event.
[ awakening this time had been even less pleasant than the first. it had taken a little longer for the paralysis to wear off--but even when it had, he hadn't want to move. there was--and is--an excruciating pain in his right arm, and when he'd finally managed to get to his feet, he'd discovered the ankle on that side to be in rather poor condition as well. it doesn't make sense, he'd thought, gritting his teeth to stop himself from making a sound, that his body should be out of sorts. though he was crushed to death--he'd only had a moment to realize what was happening, at the time, but he remembers it now--he'd understood that after death one was returned to the tower in optimum physical condition, no matter their manner of death. this clearly isn't the case now, and he's been holding his arm close to his side to make sure that it moves as little as possible.
at some point--perhaps when he can move a little more easily--he intends to locate, of all people, Grell Sutcliff. he owes Ronald Knox a favor, he supposes, for his help over the last few weeks, and Knox's request had been seemingly simple enough: "If you get back," he'd said, "find Grell! Tell him we'll be all right!" but it isn't very simple at all, in practice. Ciel has very little idea where to begin looking for Grell Sutcliff, given that he'd been actively trying to avoid seeing the reaper until now. and it isn't as though he's going to get very far, anyway--not with his ankle as it is. it's only with a great deal of limping, leaning, and soft cursing that he makes it to the elevator, which he uses to take him to the first floor. he's intending to get to the second, and the infirmary there, but the stairs going up look to be a daunting task, and the pain in his arm makes it difficult to concentrate on much else. perhaps testing the death system and returning to the tower had been a wrong choice, if it landed him in this position without anyone he knows well enough, who might protect him.
but, as always, he can't be bothered to regret it. he has to move forward, and find a way to remedy his current situation. mindful of his arm, he seats himself at one of the tables in the dining hall to give his ankle a rest. he'll have to at least attempt the stairs, he knows, in order to do something about his arm--but his ankle is throbbing something fierce now after all of this moving around, and even he can see through the fabric of his stocking that it's swollen in comparison to the other one. ]
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[ he nods his thanks at Suzaku's help. he doesn't particularly appreciate being in such close proximity to anyone--especially someone he doesn't know--but he can judge a pawn from a player when he sees one, and this young man is no doubt the former. ]
Tell me about what's been happening here.
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