☠ [ lock!failure; ciel phantomhive ] voice;

[urpersonaldemon]

Ma- Master.

[ Inhales sharply. ]

.. y- young master ..

[ Sebastian slams a hand to the journal and leans over it whilst trying to continue, but breathing is, now, something of a chore. He decides to wait a moment so that he might collect himself long enough to form a proper sentence. ]

I must speak with you, immediately ..

[ ooc; Meant to be

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[Private and also Voice]

[no_souls_here]

Sebastian!

[Not being used to hearing Sebastian in such a state he replies swiftly and possibly with a note of concern in his voice. Not getting an immediate response he tries again.]

Oi, Sebastian!

[Finally the butler speaks.]

Where are you?

incomin' train. i am writin' it as we speak, so it could take a bit. [ permaVoice; ] not locked atm.

[urpersonaldemon]

[ ! ! ! ! ]

2 / ?

[urpersonaldemon]

[ He def. recognizes that voice. ]

3 /

[urpersonaldemon]

[ It is intoxicating. ]

Voice - no time for Writin'

[l33t_magician]

Mr. Michaelis!?

[She isn't really sure what all that Master stuff is about, but the caretaker sounds disoriented!]

Are you all right?! Do you need any help?

perma. voice.

[urpersonaldemon]

[ It's a familiar voice, but Sebastian cannot place it. ] I will, I will be alright.

[ Several moments of silence. ] Just need to, a- aha. Just need to find him.

Ditto

[l33t_magician]

You don't sound like you're going to be all right...

[She leans closer to the journal, in the silence hoping to catch some sort of clue to his location, or whether he's still conscious]

Find him? Find who? Please Sebastian, let us know where you are, so we can help you!

[We = Her]

[urpersonaldemon]

I just need some, some time to my ah, my .. my ..

[ He cannot keep it up. Speaking is taking too much a toll on him right now. He lays a hand on the page and shreds it to ribbons. ]

Him, .. [ It's said as if Brietta should know who that refers to. ]

fffs...voice;

[belteddress]

[She sounds alert, and concerned.] Mr. Michaelis, are you all right?

aw; perma. voice.

[urpersonaldemon]

Professor, Professor Draupnir. [ He is somewhat startled by the sound of voice. How had she--! the Lock. He can't help but smile a bit. ] .. my head, [ He chuckles, as though trying to play it off. ] It's swimming.

adsfghjkl [private;]

[alwaysinmysight]

[And have Maylene inhaling just as sharply and-]

M-Mister Sebastian?

[ private; ]

[urpersonaldemon]

[ His heart is hammering in his chest as her voice spills through the book. It- It's Maylene. He needn't think twice about it. Sebastian slips his eyes shut, but the pounding is making it so hard to concentrate. ]

May. Maylene.

[ private; ]

[alwaysinmysight]

Wh-what's wrong?! Where are you?

[Another sharp breath, the worry in her tone more than just a little evident.]

Do you need... ah... I-I'm coming to help you..!

[ private; ]

[urpersonaldemon]

My head is, it's killing me. I can't think straight.

[ asdf! What. No! He can't let her see him in this state. He swallows several breathes of air before trying to sound as calm and smooth as possible. ]

I don't think that's necessary.

voice;

[photogenickitty]

Mr. Michealis, Is that you?

What's wrong? Where you hurt?

[Ooc: repetitive? Why of course not!]

perma. voice;

[urpersonaldemon]

[ .. that name. ] No ah, not hurt per say.

[ ooc; Never. ]

[photogenickitty]

Per say? What's wrong then? Where are you? Ciel wont be able to find you if you don't say...

[urpersonaldemon]

Nothing physical. [ He doesn't bother to elaborate. ] .. I will find my Master, then, .. [ He is grinning SO hard at the journal right now. ]