[CLOSED/COMPLETED]
WHO: Ciel Vescovo (masterciel) and all those he called in his orders.
WHAT: And when the sun comes up we fight.
WHERE: Vescovo Manor. Thus, VESCOVO LOCKED.
WHEN: Early morning, Day 88, after this.
Ciel was waiting.
The boy was still sick, a head cold tinging his spoken words heavy, but had been called in wee hours of the morning, awoken by a threat to him, his family, and all those that carried the name Vescovo close to their heart.
His father absent, Ciel did the only thing that he knew to do: he acted. He ordered. He did what he had been trained to do since his birth on a day that had come too soon, too fast.
It was panic, fear, sweat-causing terror that Ciel suppressed now, adjusting his neck tie, the ruffles in the shirt he wore. He sipped the tea that one of the servants had left atop a clear glass coaster, and waited, eyes closing in the silence.
The large black and white, checkered field spread before him in its endless glory.
The pieces arranged into place.
Who would make the first move?
WHAT: And when the sun comes up we fight.
WHERE: Vescovo Manor. Thus, VESCOVO LOCKED.
WHEN: Early morning, Day 88, after this.
Ciel was waiting.
The boy was still sick, a head cold tinging his spoken words heavy, but had been called in wee hours of the morning, awoken by a threat to him, his family, and all those that carried the name Vescovo close to their heart.
His father absent, Ciel did the only thing that he knew to do: he acted. He ordered. He did what he had been trained to do since his birth on a day that had come too soon, too fast.
It was panic, fear, sweat-causing terror that Ciel suppressed now, adjusting his neck tie, the ruffles in the shirt he wore. He sipped the tea that one of the servants had left atop a clear glass coaster, and waited, eyes closing in the silence.
The large black and white, checkered field spread before him in its endless glory.
The pieces arranged into place.
Who would make the first move?