001 | Aesthetics or lack thereof
Who: xthecorvus and vatheon
Location: Central plaza
Time: Late morning
Style: Starting in third but I'll follow you!
Status: OPEN LIKE... open.. things.
He awoke practically coughing it out. A bubble of blood rose in his chest and violently found its way out amidst a series of heavy coughing. His normally perfect clothes were stained a measure of deep red, part of it still moist and spreading thanks to the fact his clothes were soaked. A few more coughs came from his chest as he glanced aside, discarding the gathered blood with a rather forceful spit. Normally quite unfitting of a butler but considering the circumstances, it was to be forgiven.
"Master, are you alr--" Sebastian began but paused, finding his arms to be empty. Impossible. His master was in the area, to be certain. He felt the pull of their contract but where was he? To have gone and disappeared at a time like this... but then it dawns on him.
This wasn't the ship. Grell, the Undertaker, even Ronald wasn't to be seen.
Just where was that boy?
And with the slightest strain, he pulled himself up from where he lay. Even demons could be injured when faced with death scythes, after all. Especially with the extreme blow he had taken, it was only with a chance of inhuman ability that he manages to survive. But he only flinches before focusing his energies on more important matters: namely returning to his master's side and making sure he was alright.
Location: Central plaza
Time: Late morning
Style: Starting in third but I'll follow you!
Status: OPEN LIKE... open.. things.
He awoke practically coughing it out. A bubble of blood rose in his chest and violently found its way out amidst a series of heavy coughing. His normally perfect clothes were stained a measure of deep red, part of it still moist and spreading thanks to the fact his clothes were soaked. A few more coughs came from his chest as he glanced aside, discarding the gathered blood with a rather forceful spit. Normally quite unfitting of a butler but considering the circumstances, it was to be forgiven.
"Master, are you alr--" Sebastian began but paused, finding his arms to be empty. Impossible. His master was in the area, to be certain. He felt the pull of their contract but where was he? To have gone and disappeared at a time like this... but then it dawns on him.
This wasn't the ship. Grell, the Undertaker, even Ronald wasn't to be seen.
Just where was that boy?
And with the slightest strain, he pulled himself up from where he lay. Even demons could be injured when faced with death scythes, after all. Especially with the extreme blow he had taken, it was only with a chance of inhuman ability that he manages to survive. But he only flinches before focusing his energies on more important matters: namely returning to his master's side and making sure he was alright.