Ciel | 01

[phantomhivemind]

Who: Ciel Phantomhive, others welcome
Where: Espoir
Style: Third
Status: Open

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[promusexabyssus]

To say his stay in Somarium so far had been uneventful would be an understatement. Despite the fact that he now had freedom from his br--master he wasn't entirely sure what to do with it, what with being in a strange dream world and all. Sure he had run into Grell a number of times but those experiences weren't so much eventful as they were sickening. Also, there was a severe lack of felines in this world.

When he heard his name being called he felt something in between annoyance and relief, though despite how he felt at the moment he was compelled to reach the Young Master as soon as possible, and he did.

Jumping from God knows where and landing quietly in front of the young man, he bowed for a moment before lifting his head and smiling, "It's been too long, Young Master."

[phantomhivemind]

At least the response to his summons was prompt. Precisely as expected. And Ciel supposed that answered the question of whether he was awake or not--but then again it didn't, because there was that castle floating in the sky. Not to mention that he still had no idea where he was or how he had gotten here.

And he didn't like what Sebastian said one whit either.

"What exactly do you mean, it's been too long?" Ciel frowned up at his butler, and jabbed a finger skyward. "Do you have an explanation for that?"

[promusexabyssus]

Really, he had just arrived and already the boy was demanding answers and being generally unpleasant. Any feeling of relief Sebastian had harbored was promptly crushed. Though, the feeling of annoyance was rather nostalgic.

"I've been here for quite some time, weeks actually," his eyes followed the young master's finger up to the castle, "As for the floating castle, I'm afraid I can't provide an adequate explanation for that."

[phantomhivemind]

Ciel's frown deepened. "Weeks? That's impossible. We've spoken hours ago, at the most."

He wouldn't have thought of himself as being unpleasant or demanding, if he even cared enough to consider his own behavior. Sebastian was his butler, after all, and he'd paid quite a price for him; it was only natural to have such high expectations of him.

He glanced up at the castle and scowled as though it had personally offended him. "Then I must be dreaming, because none of this makes a whit of sense."

[chainsawofdeath]

Grell saw the boy standing there, calling for his beautiful butler. What was once a wonderful dream had just turned into a nightmare. Ciel Phantomhive was here... that brat, that terrible little brat was here. He hated the fact that he was alive, that his Madam wouldn't kill the boy. At least he found out how weak the woman was before he became too captivated.

He walked over to the boy, a creepy (yet typical) grin on his face. He didn't feel the need to hide his true beauty in Somarium. There was no use~! No high society of London to judge him, no murders to cover up... Plus, people here appreciated his gorgeous hair, flawless skin, and million dollar smile ♥

"Ahh~!! If it isn't the little brat, himself~!" he laughed. "Come to get your well trained dog back, have you~? I've been so used to having him all to myself for weeks now!! I don't know if I want to share!!"

[phantomhivemind]

That voice... It wasn't. It wasn't.

Ciel turned. It was.

"Grell Sutcliff," he said tightly. In the flesh, so to speak, if death gods actually had flesh. It wasn't fear that made him tense as he faced the man, not precisely--he was dangerous, certainly, insanely so, but Ciel had insurance against creatures like him. There was anger, a slow simmer of it for Madam Red, and annoyance that Grell was still walking when Sebastian ought to have finished him off, but that wasn't all.

Distaste. That was what it was.

He cut straight through Grell's flamboyant posturing to what interested him. "You've had him to yourself for weeks? What are you talking about?"

[chainsawofdeath]

"Oh~! It's been wonderful! I love seeing his beautiful face everyday... If only I could get him to don a red coat instead of that hideous black suit he insists on wearing!!" he said, bending closer to the Phantomhive child.

He never did like the way this child acted. Too stiff. So uptight. As boring as they come, really~! To not greet the fabulous Grell Sutcliff properly was a sin! How could he do such a thing?!

"Welcome to Somarium, child~"

[phantomhivemind]

Ciel stood his ground when Grell leaned in, refusing to give way to the gaudy death god. Grell Sutcliff was like a man-child given dangerous toys and told he could run amok with them, one result of which was the murder of his aunt. No earl of Phantomhive would show him any kind of concession.

"The last we saw of you, you were being dragged away by the hair back to wherever it is you death gods come from," he pointed out coolly. He wouldn't even display anger. "Now you claim you've seen Sebastian every day. That's impossible."

Ciel's eyes narrowed. "What is Somarium?"

[redeyed_devilx]

OOC: I hope you don't mind. There was a Ciel rper way back when and well this vampy here met him. So he's a bit surprised to see him again

[phantomhivemind]

The sound of footsteps alerted Ciel to someone's approach, and he turned quickly, tension turning his shoulders rigid. He didn't like being approached from his blind side, particularly by strangers.

"What is your name and what is the name of this village?" he demanded immediately, expecting a prompt response. He was, after all, an earl of Britain.

((ooc: not at all! :) ))

[redeyed_devilx]

The vampire's eyes almost widened from the boy's sudden outburst. Somehow it was like deja vu all over again. Well, he couldn't say that the boy would remember him, but then again, it was certainly a surprise to see him react the same way... well twice. The vampire stopped midway, to look at the boy and spoke to him rather calmly.

"I don't suppose you'd remember a passerby a while back, but I do believe I've told you my name," he paused, "It's Duzell," he mused, not adding the 'Vampire King' part to it, "You're in Somarium, it's called the 'dream world' to most," he finished.

OOC: yay x3

[phantomhivemind]

Ciel's eyebrows rose. "If you're suggesting that we've met before, I find that highly unlikely," he informed the man coolly. "I rarely socialize." Except, of course, when it was forced on him, which happened more often than he would have liked. And it wasn't as though he made it a great point to remember names and faces of anyone that didn't interest him, but that was irrelevant, because running into some London socialite here--wherever this was--seemed highly unlikely.

"Somarium?" His eyebrows drew together in a frown. "What do you mean, dream world?"

[undertakerlol]

Usually, Undertaker never went outside (for he spent most of his days sleeping in his comfy coffin) but today he decided to get some 'fresh' air.

Making his way through the town, he spotted a familiar top hat on a short boyperson. Such a pleasant surprise on this unusual day~~

The funeral director walked up behind Ciel. "Why hello there, Earl~" he said in his creepy sing-song-y voice.

[phantomhivemind]

Here was one of many things Ciel had no particular desire to encounter when he was lost and at a loss to explain where he was or how he'd gotten there. An it was such a disturbing vibe that the Undertaker gave off. He shuddered quite involuntarily and faced the man.

"What are you doing here, Undertaker?"

[undertakerlol]

Ah~ just like the Earl~ So cranky, so adorable, so ....grumpy. The Undertaker couldn't help but chuckle.

"I keep most of my stuff here, Earl Phantomhive~ Think of it as a second home~" the Undertaker said.

[phantomhivemind]

Ciel looked around. He stored his things in this primitive-looking village? What attachment could he possibly have to the place?

"What exactly is here, then?" he said impatiently, having no desire to play games.

[kyudousha]

... It was truly fascinating how every time she so much as takes a foot out of her dwelling, she somehow ends up taking a long-winded detour to the bakeries that litter the shopping district of the city. Marching along the graveled path towards one of the several libraries in Somarium, she pondered over this phenomenon with with a syrup covered sweet jammed into her mouth a several more of them in a little paper bag clutch between her textbooks. If she had to explain it, she would have said that the sweets simply compelled her, and she had no choice, really, but that would be less than logical and Rita didn't deal in illogical things

[phantomhivemind]

Ciel stiffened and turned toward the source of the voice, eyebrows snapping together in a scowl. He did not like being looked down upon and trivialized with words, particularly from someone who hardly appeared older than he was (though unfortunately taller).

With some effort he forced his brow to clear. Children were easier to speak to than adults, and far more straightforward. Maybe he could learn something from this one. "I'm twelve years old," he said in a voice that strained to be pleasant. "How old are you?"

[kyudousha]

... Definitely much younger than she had anticipated. Still, though, there was something that could be said about meeting someone somewhat her own age in a place like this. She descended from the top of the incline, shifting her sweets in her arm so as to not drop them if she happened to trip and fall down the hill, or something.

Upon reaching the bottom, she surveyed the other with interest.

"Fifteen." She answered. "You look like some kind of noble's kid. Looking for your butler, or something?"

[phantomhivemind]

Ciel quashed the urge to tell her that he was the noble, the head of the powerful Phantomhive family--a name even a child ought to recognize. Until he knew what this place was, it might be prudent to keep his identity a secret.

"I am looking for someone," he confided, putting a rueful smile on his face, trying to appear the picture of innocence. "But he'll find me if I don't find him. What's your name?"