What have you done now!

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WHO: Ciel, Grell, Luke/Luke's Cheagle, Ilforte Granz; CLOSED
LOCATION: The Kitchens
WEEK: 61
TIME: Midday
WHAT:  Sebastian has left unfinished business and Ciel is left to his own devices in his absence. He's gone to the kitchens to fulfill Grell's request while simultaneously trying to babysit a Cheagle.
RATING: F for Frickin' Hilarious. Probably

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[no_souls_here]

[Where was Sebastian in all this. He should be the one protecting him, not Grell and Ilforte. Allowing the others to deal with the apocalypse, the boy retraced the weeks events, looking for a clue as to why the other had left. All these stupid tasks, everything, were all for nothing...]

[Was that...?] !!!!!!!!!!!!!

[The internal monologue was cut short when a flock of deranged birds shot out of Grell's wand. They were anything but helpful. If was like a scene out of a Alfred Hitchcock movie....]

What were these supposed to accomplish?! [Ciel asked now shielding himself from the birds, in case they tried to peck their caster and anyone nearby. The truth was dawning on him. This whole thing, was in fact his fault. He'd agreed to these tasks, and failed all of them miserably. Mieu had eaten sugar, and the baked good was now trying to eat them and smelled suspiciously of cloves... which weren't in the recipe at all... Heeding to Ilforte's motioning he decided it was his turn to yank Grell towards the exit. ]

[The following eruption was sure to remove any remnant of that blasted mistake. The shock of which almost made him lose his footing. Peering through the haze and rain... it was impossible to tell what can become of the thing. When nothing seemed to be moving the boy checked on Mieu..]

[bloodycinematic]

[Grell was partially shrieking when the birds wandered back towards him to peck at him with angry tweets. It seemed charm spell had sucessfully worked and the resulting one had only partially work, except the cake had been horrible and the birds had rebelled instead of listening.

A few diffindos and a reversal and the birds were back under control and gone from sight] I thought it would work but they didn't like the cake. [He whined] DO YOU think they hate me for making them eat it?

[And he was yanked out of the way just enough to watch the entire inferno of the kitchen go up in flames, blinking a little as he stepped back with an odd admiration, and to watch Ilforte like that. Oh my. Mieu was lightly pressed against his chest, and could probably hear the heavy beating of it]

[not_a_dreck]

[The cheagel watched the catastrophic scene unfold before him with a startled and miserable look. All the explosions and shouting. By the end of it his hiccups were scared out of him and he was curled up in a ball covering his head with his paws.]

Mi. Mi... [He whimpered and whined. His stomach giving another uneasy rumble and small tears formed in the corners of his eyes. Oh, how he missed Master ;w; and wondered what he'd done to deserve this!]

[tauromachia]

Shit. Shit. Shit. [ Ilforte frowned. He wasn't at all pleased with the explosions' results. Sure--! It appeared to have eliminated the cake creature, but fuck, bro'. It had come at a high price, HIM. and by that Ilforte is, of course, referring to his looks. He let out a sigh, and standing up, Ilforte tried to piece himself back together. ]

'ay. Is everyone alright out there. [ He stepped out of the Kitchen and looked over the other three. It didn't look like anybody had gotten hurt, but what the fuck did he know about that shit. Not all that much. He folded his arms. ] No injuries, ..?

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[This room had all the markers of a terrible disaster. The charred walls, the huddled masses, the cheagle crying... geeze... they were all acting like things like this didn't happen all the time. With a huff he dusted himself and took the lead]

No injuries here.

[ A flat expression now affixed to his face the Earl walked back into the kitchen ignoring the water drenching him from above. Smirking, the creature really did seem to have vanished. Turning back towards them]

You've done it, Ilforte. That failed cake is no more..

[Then what was that Gargantuan shadow coming from behind... It wasn't a shadow at all! It was the charred remnants of that cake! And it was even bigger than before!!!!!!!!! Why hadn't the explosion--... recalling the original spell calling for heat, fire from Mieu and the slicing Ilforte inflicted upon it... the creature had been unresponsive to both. If you couldn't even blast it apart than what would work?!

What had he put in this thing?!?! ]

[bloodycinematic]

[Oh the poor thing. He couldn't help but mother it, his fingers curled and petting, trying to soothe it] Don't worry. I'll protect you as long as you don't jump at it again. I'll make it all better once we get something for that tummy of yours.

[Though his gaze kept falling on Ilforte and that body of his. Oh my, oh my, oh my. Perhaps a change of view was needed without Sebastian around. Mm]

W-what did you put in that thing?! It doesn't even look red!

[not_a_dreck]

[He curls up against the one with hair like master and the whimpers do die down but he wasn't quiet for long as another burp slips out of him causing some sparks to jump out of his mouth.]

Mieu...

[His ears perk up and he stares at the kitchen letting out another small grow- wait, wtf is the tiny human doing!? He waves his paws in warning. You humans are so accident prone!]

Mieu! Mieu!

[Gah, no one ever listened. ;w;]

[tauromachia]

[ Ilforte let out a sigh. He couldn't be happier now that that awful ordeal was over an' done with. Shit, man, for a freakin' cake it had been a bit too resilient. It took an explosion, a fucken explosion, to kill it. Just what the Hell did that kid put into it- fucken cement. ]

[ He let out another sigh, looking at Cheagle as it started to freak out. He turned, jaw going slack as- Wait wh- what. It wasn't dead--! How was that even fucken possible! Ilforte just stood there, unable to do anything but watch as from admist the ashen cloud the charred chunks of batter rose. ]

.. fuck it. [ He took Ciel by the arm and yanked him out of the kitchen. ] Let's just seal the fucker in there, and let someone else deal with it, .. this shit ain' my problem. I'm no Baker.

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[If anyone had ever bothered to listen to Mieu, they certainly might have been better off but apparently ignoring the Cheagle was still in fashion as it took the tug from Ilforte to get Ciel away from the deranged cake. Wresting himself free from the professor he had to argue with the very idea of leaving this mistake where anyone could find it. The last thing he needed was for word of this creature to spread, or for it to harm anyone. It was his mistake and he wasn't leaving until the thing was really gone]

We can't just leave it here! [Really. Was Ilforte serious? .....he was wasn't he?]

[Gritting his teeth and grasping his wand tighter the boy came up with an idea] Maybe... if we try to negate the first spell that could stop it? [Was there even a spell like that? Ciel seemed to recall one but... not the incantation]

[bloodycinematic]

We could, but there would be consequences. Hrrrn. Yes, we could use that spell.

[Fingers slowly curled over Ciel's shoulders, putting him out in front of him. He leaned over him slowly but was careful not to put any weight on him, teeth spread near his ear as he spoke. Why he was suddenly in a teaching mood, he didn't know. ] Finite Incantatem, Ciel~

[Fingers curled under Ciel's elbow and lifted his arm, raising that wand to point at the creature. Why yes, he was leaving it up to Ciel to clean up his own mess this time. He would have to stand on his own too feet both in a learning way, and rather cruely of Grell]

Very effective in the right hands. Concentrate on the spell you want to negate.

[tauromachia]

[ Ha. Ha. Haa. What a question. Ilforte is def. serious, but ugh. Ciel didn't want to leave that crime against nature in the Kitchen. It could have been fucken hysterical. I mean, they could have even tricked some unsuspecting idiot into wandering in, and bam! His sides would have, no doubt, split. But this little runt had a conscience or something. ] Just for the runt that created it. But responsibility and all that. [ He waved his hand around nonchalantly. ]

NEW ICON JUST FOR GRELL

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[The red-haired professor was swiftly violating Ciel's personal space. The unfortunate circumstances forced him to accept it for now, but he didn't have to like it. Why was it so hard for Grell to keep his hands off of a person...?]

Finite Incantatem...

[The words sounded familiar. Good. That meant Grell had opted to tell the truth. He did not however see the insistence that he take care of his own mistake to be cruel in the slightest. Admittedly, he should have taken responsibility for his actions long ago, which would have been more fitting behavior for an Earl.]

It's actually preferable for a spell to be negated by it's caster, is it not?

[Following his instructions carefully, Ciel tried to ignore anything that may distract him.... including Ilforte.... ]

[In the mean time the cake was howling it's displeasure, it's fire drenched eyes burning with rage and hatred...... for the BLOND. It charged Ilforte growling what must have been cake-lingo for obscenities]

FINITE INCANTATEM!

Whooot snatch

[bloodycinematic]

[Why did it bother so much, really. Grell kept leaning over him until he did his job, taking the responsiblity like any good noble would. Ciel had his finer qualities and he could understand why Sebastian wanted it so much.

He squeezed a little almost like a good job and released his hold. Watching the cake monster come to a complete stop and slosh every all over the floor made him squeal. It was getting all over his shoes. He takes a few steps back out of the muck and bumps into Ilforte. Whooops. Mm, but this is nice.

Just a cheeky grin as he gently lays his hands on him to cope a feel push himself up. But back to Ciel, he winks a little, finger upwards like he has a point] Very good, Mister Phantomhive! Ten points to Slytherin.

[tauromachia]

[ Shit. It's all over the place. He wrinkled his nose and, quickly, took a step back to avoid the splash of batter. u- ump! Grell falls back into him. Ilforte grunts, looking at the Professor sidelong before, what the fuck, a hand glides its way up his front. His eyes narrow, briefly, but Ilforte chalks it up to the stumble. He bites back a snicker. Seriously. He is awarding the brat points. He should take him away for causing this mess, but whatever. He could give two shits about House Points. ] Now that that thing is gone, have fun cleanin' up.

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[Standing stiff and still as a stone after casting the spell he waited less-than-patiently for Grell to quit fawning over him. Yes, he had served a purpose this time, but it did not earn him an all-access-pass to unlimited amounts of physical contact. Ciel managed to maintain his good behavior in part because Grell seems to have forgotten all about that red velvet cake he was owed.....

The cake unceremoniously denigrated before them. The entire kitchen was coated in failed baked goods, singed cabinets, and broken glassware. Needless to say the celebration was short lived... especially in response to Ilforte's words.

This would take all day.... and he could guarantee.. he'd be doing this alone Where is that assistant caretaker... pawn this off on him. He'd even be happy to do it... the weirdo]

Thank you....

Grell...

[He muttered, possibly inaudibly. Truth was, he'd needed that spell the professor provided. He could give two figs about house points]

[bloodycinematic]

[Keeping Mieu in his hands, he petted the poor thing slowly. He'd have to get him some of those good munching herbs to settle his tummy down. He lightly poked to feel for tenderness then tucked him against his coat.

Now that surprised Grell. Ciel thanking him] Nnn, you're welcome...?

[Setting Mieu into Ciel's hands, he used it as a proper distraction, then leaned over to fix Ciel's clothes. He was still use to some butler instincts]

I suppose I can clean up here. Maybe just a little bit.