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Make staying alert so hard

Nov 23, 2009 20:54

Characters: NPC!Flight, Contract phantomhivemind, Animus sins_sacrosanct
Date/Time: Evening, Nov. 23rd
Location: Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG-13 for birthday suits
Summary: Animus and Contract arrive in the sphere, and someone is there to greet them!

( For heaven's sake, keep me awake so I won't be caught off guard/Clearly I am a passerby but I'll find a place to stay/Dear pacific day, won't you take me away? )

~ffx: seymour (animus), *birthday, ~npc: flight, ~kuroshitsuji: ciel (contract)

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sins_sacrosanct November 24 2009, 02:18:58 UTC

His forehead was wrinkling as he surfaced from the...dream? Weren't those supposed to end before you died? Then again, if it wasn't a dream, what could it be? He could think, and move, so he clearly wasn't really dead.

Unless this was some kind of afterlife. Slowly he eased one eye open, unsure what he was looking for--fluffy clouds? What made an afterlife different from this one, anyhow?

But around him was a sort of--viscous fluid. He jerked in surprise, but it didn't occur to him that he might be drowning--what drew his attention first was how the fluid moved around him, like his body was...was more-than, or maybe there was something else suspended in here with him. He slowly lifted one hand to feel around for this other-or-not presence, but found that something beyond his fingertips was catching on something else--curious, he tried to feel out what it was, but before he could really figure anything out, beyond-his-fingertips had punctured it and it was crumbling and the gel around him was following it and splatHe hit a surface ( ... )

phantomhivemind November 24 2009, 02:41:12 UTC

A rude awakening, coming to with the world coming apart around him. He felt himself strike a hard surface and groaned, sitting up covered in something that felt thick and almost like liquid. He opened his eyes, blinking to clear them of the stuff.

The place was totally alien, completely unknown. Unknown people, a man and a girl nearby, the girl clothed, the man naked--like him, he realized, seeing his own pale body bare, exposed, vulnerable. Fear was like a hand that seized at him, and with it came anger. Rage.

"What is this?" His voice was as tight as his chest felt. He scrambled to his feet, took several steps back from the man and the girl both, though the man at least seemed to be in the same circumstances as him, exposed and covered in the glutinous green substance. "What is this place? Who are you people?"

((ooc: if you're unfamiliar with the canon, Ciel has two pretty prominent marks: this on his right eye and this (best pic I can find) on his back, which is a brand scar. They might not see the brand right away but the mark ( ... )

npc_kun November 24 2009, 02:49:38 UTC

Oh! there were two of them! She floundered for a moment to grab an extra towel and extended it for the newborns. "Hello, And--"

Oh my, was that little boy angry. The girl startled, glasses upsetting as she shrunk back from the sudden accusations. Her shoulders slumped, but she kept the arms hesitantly outstretched to offer them towels. "This is Ed-Edensphere," She stammered out. She quietly reminded herself that she could always call a guard should things get dangerous, right? That would be fine, that was part of their job? So long as they weren't slacking off and leaving her.

"I'm Flight. You've just been born." She forced a shaky smile to both of the new men. "Uhm. Uhm.... Happy Birthday?" Scrawny shoulders moved in a shrug. "I'm sure you just had a dream- everyone does. So remember it, b-because it's important. I have some clothes for you too, once you dry off."

(Noted! Flight... will probably not notice/mind. being a greeter helps her meet plenty of weird things.)

sins_sacrosanct November 24 2009, 03:52:33 UTC

There was a voice behind him, he turned over to see a small child--a small boy--who looked angry and flustered and was backing away. He raised one hand to him, perhaps to console, perhaps to dismiss him, but whatever he was going to do, he forgot it and instead focused on his own hand.

Well. So that was why the shell had crumbled so quickly when he touched it.

Another voice brought his attention back from examining his claw-tipped fingers, this one female and--well--flighty. "So that was a dream?" He asked, noting the towels she was holding--he tamped down the impulse to snatch them that rose with the revelation of how exposed he was, and settled for discreetly adjusting his position.

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