Vingt-Et-Un † myself in the reflection that i must not meet

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[1. Mayfield High - Hallways. It started after lunchtime. It's still during break while she's making her way to the faculty office, when she starts hearing things that should not be there. Eyes wide and suddenly stopping dead in her tracks, she promptly drops all the papers and folders that she was carrying in her arms. ...Well, it's more

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[chaoschildofgod]

[By this time, it's probably common for even chaos to see Ciel out at night, or her him, since they both seem to have nightly routines of various forms. Usually he'd leave her be unless he needed something, or vice versa it seemed. Tonight, however...]

[Despite his not asking it to, the empathy within the bits of the Collective Unconscious he has so far returned causes him to look over to Ciel and analyze her very closely. Not only is her matter of dress different, but he can sense some deep changes in her, and eventually chaos stands to move towards Ciel slowly, calling to her loud enough to be heard but not directly shouting]

Ciel, is something the matter? You usually aren't out dressed that way.

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[She doesn't respond, but she halts her pace for a second. Did someone say something?

...Ah, someone was called out. But if a name has been uttered, then it can't possibly be addressed towards her. She doesn't have one, after all.

So after that brief pause, she resumes her aimless wandering.]

[chaoschildofgod]

[Well, that was strange. chaos keeps an eye on Ciel for a moment, before moving quickly to try to catch her attention.]

Hey, you alright?

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[No response. Looks like if he wants to talk to her, he'll have to physically interfere.]

[chaoschildofgod]

[Which chaos will do in his own fashion. Carefully, he moves to tap Ciel on the shoulder, while moving so that he is in front of her as he does it.]

Ciel?

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[She'll finally turn around. Her expression is flat.

...Or would "muted" be a better term?]

...

Are you looking for someone?

[chaoschildofgod]

No... I was calling after you. You didn't respond to your name, though...

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[Her stare is vacant, before she lowers her eyes.]

I don't have a name.

[chaoschildofgod]

[chaos goes silent for a moment, before giving her the vaguest of smiles; best way to understand what's going on? Ask questions.]

What do you mean? I have always known you as Ciel.

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["Ciel".

That means "sky" in her native tongue.

Slowly, she raises her head to look at the night sky that she fails to see.]

I don't know a person named that. You must... be mistaking me with someone else.

[chaoschildofgod]

I don't tend to mistake people.

[But he goes ahead and changes tack for now, since this doesn't seem to be working]

You shouldn't be wandering around this late dressed like that. You'll catch cold.

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[She doesn't look convinced.

Then again, she doesn't look anything right now.]

I won't.

[She'll just recover easily, right? After all, that's what being Immortal means.

Nothing can kill her.]

[chaoschildofgod]

[chaos tilts his head a little, and for a moment there's concern on his face, before he shakes his head softly at her.]

What's wrong? Even if I am somehow mistaken on your name somehow, you don't look as if you feel so well. You look like something is bothering you.

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I don't have a name. ...I should be going somewhere, but I don't know where that is. The basilica is so big.

[chaoschildofgod]

Basilica?

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Mm. [That seems like a hum of acknowledgment. She gives an empty look around, raising her head a bit towards the sky, but not seeing any of the stars or the moonlight.

He might gather that a basilica is where she thinks she is in right now.]