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[queens_guarddog]

Who: Earl Ciel Phantomhive & Open!
When: Not long after his latest post.
Where: The Ruins.
Format: Paragraph.
What: The Earl is stuck on a pillar and wounded. Yet he isn't without means. Unfortunately, said means are running out.
Warnings: Gore, cursing possibly.

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[demon_andbutler]

Sebastian arrived as fast as he could, but Ciel was deeply mired in trouble, it seemed.

"My, my," he said, appearing to Ciel's left, crouched on the branch of a tree. "You've certainly made a mess of yourself, young master."

He glanced down at the Dire Wolves for a moment before shooting a smirk in the direction of his master. "Your aim is impressive, however. Perhaps I should let you continue with the target practise?"

[queens_guarddog]

"Finally!" Ciel hissed, glaring at Sebastian coldly, "Where the hell have you been?"

Then again, perhaps he answered his own question. Sighing, he pointed his pistol at another Dire Wolf.

"Why should I waste bullets when you're here?" he lashed out at the wolf, kicking it in the head, "Handle this!"

argh forgive slowness, school is kicking my ass ;;

[demon_andbutler]

"I was serving lunch at the Patrol headquarters," Sebastian said evenly. "Which brings me to the question of why you weren't there to receive it and was instead roaming a dangerous area by yourself?"

A little injury should teach him a lesson, at least. But Sebastian bowed his head at the order and swooped down from the branch to rid his master of the wolves. A few minutes later it was over, and another butler uniform was stained with blood. Sebastian sighed. Pretty soon he would run out of replacements.

"You may come down now, young master."

It's okay! <3 <3 <3

[queens_guarddog]

"I do not wish to remain idle." Ciel scowled at the accusation, "I want to know what Anatole has to offer and how it originated."

Once the wolves were killed, he edged off of the pillar and stood before the demon. Glancing up at the much taller man, he held his injured arm against his body. The pain was lessening, but that wasn't necessarily a good thing.

"A sling would be useful." he murmured, forcing himself to move his fingers.