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Welcome Back to Edensphere, Fugue

Sep 12, 2010 15:38

Characters: Fugue (fugue_angel) & Black (hisbutler_bound)
Date/Time: September 10th (backdated), evening
Location: Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG-13 for nudity and Fugue (he gets his own warning)
Summary: Fugue is reborn into Edensphere.

( And she'll fall as the demon clips her wings and she'll sing despair as he devours things she loved )

original: fugue, *birthday, !complete, kuroshitsuji: sebastian (black)

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fugue_angel September 12 2010, 19:56:36 UTC

He awoke but minutes ago, finding himself in a dark, confined space. His hands reached out at first, laying palms upon the fibrous walls. Although he doubted there would be anyone to help him, the man still tried to speak, discovering that he wasn't breathing air. His lungs then screamed for it, sent into a spasm as he swung fists, kicked legs, anything to break through what surrounded him.

I need to get out! Get OUT! I can't breathe! Somebody help! His eyes stung, mind reeling in confusion and fear until a foot burst through the surprisingly-soft wall. His squirming shifted the flow of the inner goop, displacing the fluid pressure. The contents quickly flowed forth, his body bursting through. He slid out onto his back, flailing his arms and legs to stop his momentum until he grasped a neighboring cocoon. The black-haired man coughed, heaved, and emptied the contents of his lungs on the floor, adding to the mess ( ... )

hisbutler_bound September 12 2010, 22:01:07 UTC

The rose was set down upon the chair, leaving the scattered petals to lay across the floor. He looked down at the wiggling thing and smiled, putting on the air of a gentleman as usual. But this cocoon, this thing inside of it was giving him the shivers. It wasn't the usual flailing and pressing, perhaps fighting. No, maybe his eyes were just seeing things ( ... )

fugue_angel September 13 2010, 20:56:58 UTC

His blood chilled at the voice, snapping him to attention. Black was a tall, rather handsome man with reddish eyes. Who was this man, and what was he doing here - clean and well-dressed - while he was a sodden mess? Something about him was extremely unnerving. Releasing his hold on the cocoon and finding balance, he stood tall and wiped the goop off of his face, pulling straight black hair back over his shoulders.

"Eden... Edensphere?" He asked. Well, that was familiar too, and he hoped this man knew a bit more. Then he remembered that he was stark naked, and moved to cover, uh, himself. Thank goodness for towels; it was taken and wrapped around his waist for decency. He wasn't going to stand naked around another guy, sheesh.

"Did you come from one of these?" He had to ask, jerking a thumb to a nearby cocoon. He had to admit, he was a little curious.

hisbutler_bound September 14 2010, 01:19:13 UTC

Not a single stand was out of place, though certain buttons were open and the tail coat was still heavily drawn over the chair. He lightly examined him from head to toe, trying to remember where he may remember this one from. Strange. It wasn't often that he would forget a face. He almost offered to help him up until he stood up on his own.

"Yes, Edensphere. A place unlike any other. At least that I can remember. Do you remember who you are? Most don't when they are born here. Everyone has a memory. Something to hold onto."

Then he asked a question he wasn't use to. Hmm. "Yes, I was born from one of those almost a year ago."

fugue_angel September 14 2010, 02:45:21 UTC

If the cocoons were any indication, there were a lot of people here, then. He wasn't alone, and that was good.

"I remember the name 'Fugue', but that's all," he answered rather unsure, feeling a little awkward. He had a dream, didn't he? Something about that felt familiar, too, but he needed a quiet place to think any further on it. Instead, he reached a hand back and wiped as much of the goop out of his hair that he could. He really hoped it washed off, because this stuff was disgusting. It didn't taste all that great, either. He scowled, and spat again for good measure.

"Something to wear and something to eat... where do I go for that?" He then asked, starting to shiver. His teeth chattered. Clothes were definitely first on the list. No! A shower. He'd kill for a shower, something comfy and warm to wear, and something hot to eat.

Then, he'd settle somewhere and think... there was something he needed to do, but what?

hisbutler_bound September 14 2010, 03:39:28 UTC

One gloved hand rested upon a cocoon. He couldn't feel anything moving inside nor was it warm. Someone had told him before that they were empty until a person was born. How rapid that would be ( ... )

Man I'd kill for some meat buns. fugue_angel September 14 2010, 15:25:17 UTC

"Thank you, Black," he replied, nodding once. He couldn't help but turn his nose at the clothing provided, preferring something a little less 'Hello, I am new and cannot yet afford decent clothing,' but for now these would definitely do. Given privacy, Fugue toweled off as much goo as he could, and dressed in what was provided. A tunic and pants... they gave him dignity, but not much else ( ... )

Me too. I've only had them ever like twice. hisbutler_bound September 15 2010, 00:45:58 UTC

"..... you're welcome," came the steady reply. He wasn't use to saying it to anyone but Rabbit or Juliet. Still, he examines the other before him and tilts his head, his fingers moving lightly over the journal before hand it to him for inspection. His own went back into the folds of his butler vest, tucking near his heart. A hand rested over it, fingertips curling at that faint remember of Burn ( ... )

fugue_angel September 15 2010, 18:18:51 UTC

That was a lot of people. He felt much better about his standings, though he'd be lying if he said something still left him feeling dissatisfied. His eyes perused the map. His guide worked two jobs... that sounded like a lot of effort. Fugue decided he'd stick with just one when the time came, but three weeks was a long time. He'd wait and figure things out.

He looked up at Black and found his eyes narrowing at his words. People that were different or strange were persecuted? His heart sank... what if he was strange or overly different, were people going to blame him for things? He'd been here not even a day and his interest darkened just a little.

"I'll keep that in mind. Where do I find the temporary housing?" The Guard and the Watch. He'd definitely keep an eye out for them. He busied himself with just one- no, two- more meat buns. Mmmm.

hisbutler_bound September 15 2010, 19:52:08 UTC

He hadn't meant to convict or judge like the rest of them, but when it came to those particular set of humans, he had nothing but distrust or disgust for the Watch. The Guard wasn't so bad. He could handle a few of them, and Youth upon the Watch wasn't was at least worth paying attention to ( ... )

fugue_angel September 16 2010, 01:18:24 UTC

Yeah okay, Black looked pretty scary for a minute there, causing Fugue to recoil a little. What on earth did he do? Did he say something wrong? His attention snapped back to the map, and he was grateful that he hadn't made some sort of hatchling faux pas. "I think I can find that, but thank you."

Just be calm around the creepy guy, Fugue thought to himself, and accepted the coinage in the pouch. He'd definitely treat himself well tonight, but the more he blew his cash, the more he needed a job. Damn.

The mention of the Wilderness had his full attention. The term 'wilderness' might explain it, but boy what did he know. The whole 'Fourth Floor' thing didn't seem to register at all.

"The Wilderness... is it dangerous?"

hisbutler_bound September 16 2010, 02:40:50 UTC

If Black had wanted to, he could take out Fugue now. Silently and quickly. There were plenty of animals that would eat the remains in the barren cold that was his self claimed domain. Out in the snow things were easily lost. Though he supposed he would have to taper him to the ceiling for a while, then come back later while and dig out through the top. There were the Guards to worry about.

But that dribbling sense washed away. As a Guide, he had a duty to do and that was to protect. His fingers lifted idly to his own forehead and rubbed. Such plaguing monsterous thoughts lately.

"It can be relaxing, and it can be dangerous. There was someone that figured it changes at least twice around mid month, sometimes into three different places. The place can range from an all you can eat buffet to a god forsaken war zone. Tread carefully, and those that enter alone usually get lost."

fugue_angel September 16 2010, 15:21:52 UTC

Hmm, so avoid the Watch and Guard, get a job, and make some friends to keep from getting lost. This was beginning to become a tall order and fast. Who knows, there might be some nice people around here. Maybe a cute girl or two.

His hand went to wipe more goop off his face. "Thank you. You've been helpful. I think I know what I need to do now."

As informative as Black is- he knew quite a bit now- Fugue just wanted to get the hell away from him. Standing around for too much longer in his presence was jingling warning bells in his mind, and his gut agreed... though the meat buns were nice. Exit, stage right! Or was it left?

"I want to wash this stuff off. It's starting to itch." He hadn't intended to whine a bit, but the itching was only going to drive him crazy.

hisbutler_bound September 17 2010, 04:04:55 UTC

Had Black knew what Fugue was thinking, he might've laughed. After all, he was the one that had hired him. He smirks a little at the fact he recognizes him a litlte. Maybe it's the lack of things, or the way he was acting, but he'd keep it to himself for now.

"Good, but do not try to reach the fourth floor. If it wants you there, it will take you there. Some experience memories. Sometimes alone, sometimes with others. You will remember, but be warned, sometimes too much information can be deadly. Nothing is private in this place."

He bowed a little and gestured towards the door, "Yes of course. The wash should be near the temporary housing." He slips towards the door and opens it, pointing off in a direction, then lead him out, alerting the Guard as he passed and once into the temporary housing which had not been far, he bowed again, "I am your guide in this world, but still, Do be careful."

fugue_angel September 18 2010, 23:25:02 UTC

Strangely, the Fourth Floor stuff didn't even register. He kept munching on just one more meat bun, looking at the map as if he'd heard nothing at all. Fugue's attention lifted once more when Black opened the door and showed him out, following rather timidly. He was lost in thought as they were led to temporary housing.

Two faces had suddenly flashed into his mind when they approached his assigned room. One was a man with short blond hair looking awfully grumpy, and the other was a woman with long hair, accompanied by the snarling of a wolf. Fugue scratched his head, wondering why he'd recall such a thing, but he made a note to try not to forget... maybe he knew these two once. Were they here? He would try to find them, maybe.

Fugue looked up one last time when Black paused and bowed, and he nodded. "Thanks again, Black. I'll be careful, maybe find you if I have questions."

And yet he beat a hasty exit into that room, wanting to get away from this unsettling man and get this sticky junk out of his hair.

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