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Welcome to Edensphere, Seven...

Mar 16, 2011 04:46

Characters: seventhspring & hisbutler_bound
Date/Time: March 21st
Location: Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG for nudity
Summary: Seven is born into Edensphere

( One never knows the footprints they leave behind, nor the broken jaws and everlasting memories of pain )

*birthday, ~naruto: sakura (seven), kuroshitsuji: sebastian (black)

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seventhspring March 22 2011, 02:30:24 UTC

Seven had an unpleasant feeling she'd gone through this before. Through what? The half formed thought in her mind isn't answered before she's pushing through whatever viscous substance she can feel all around her, and spilling out on the floor.

Scratch that -- almost spilling out on the floor. As soon as she'd felt the membrane of the cocoon start to give away under her hands, she'd started moving with the fall, not letting herself think before acting.

Consequently, Seven performed a very gooey and awkward somersault forward, pushing up to her feet and catching herself as they tried sliding out from under her again. "Woah there. Where am I--" she started, reaching up and wiping goo out of her eyes. Cold crept in as she blinked and had a good look at her surroundings. "... The Hall of Beginnings?"

When the heck had she ended up back here?

She half turned toward the voice that greeted her, questions forming quickly in her mind. "When did I end up back here?"

hisbutler_bound March 23 2011, 02:58:45 UTC

A woman. Black's eyes instantly closed out of privacy and held the blanket out before him. His hands reflextively laid out flat and the towel was pushed out as much as he could in such a situation.

"You are in Edensphere. My name is Black. Do not be af-"

His eyes twitched a little at the words and then the question but he did not open them, "End up back here? Then you have been here before?"

seventhspring March 23 2011, 04:58:01 UTC

She reached for the proffered towel, thankful for Black's closed eyes as she started addressing the goo problem. The cold was that much more pronounced to her now, if it wasn't as bad as memory told her it had been last time.

"Yes," she said, stepping back and out of lunging distance. It wasn't something she actively thought about. "Though I can't remember leaving in the first place."

Which worried her. "I'm Seven, Black. It's," she started, then paused. She was naked and covered in goo. The only bright side was any greeter worth their job had to be used to it by now. "It's nice to meet you. How long have you been a greeter? Do you think you could point me toward something to wear?"

She wondered if those 'Not Toushi' sweatshirts were still lurking around someplace.

hisbutler_bound March 23 2011, 17:31:18 UTC

Even with his eyes closed, he sensed and heard her taking a few steps back. Black was certainly amused. He turned on heel and only then did he walk towards the packs, picking out one for her. The assorted box was dragged forward as well.

The newborn clothes came out first, and then any other odd clothes left and collected in a box near the packs. Eyes closed again, he offered them to her. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Seven," his typical response first and then, "I've been a Greeter eleven months in about three days."

He'd busy himself with the strange pack and slip out the journal, holding it out to the side but not towards her, his voice full of charm and politeness "Do you remember these?"

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