The Earl of Poisons

-;- Cain C. Hargreaves -;- Godchild -;- Affiliated with Bethlehem Royal -;- Room V-1 SCMMusicPlayer.init("{'skin':'skins/black/skin.css','playback':{'autostart':'true','shuffle':'false','volume':'50'},'playlist':[{'title':'Watlz Medley','url':'http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FaxTRX9oAV4&feature=related'}],'placement':'bottom','showplaylist':'false'}");

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He’s been found.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t know the other — He was expecting to meet someone from his team, instead. He’s never seen him before, and he even sounds annoyed. Even so, he’s incredibly relieved. 

An audience, huh?

“It is almost impossible for a supporting actor to have an audience, sir. Not being heard is an every day thing for me — Most of the time, people won’t even notice my presence.”

He’s not complaining about it. He’s used to it, and after some time, he even finds it comfortable.

“In any case, forgive my rudeness. I am Kuroko Tetsuya, nice to meet you.”

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Cain wasn't sure why, but to hear another accept their lot in life as being that of a 'supporting' role was an irritant. They were not children still growing into the part they had been born for. The time to step up to the plate had come and gone with the seasons...it seemed this stranger had missed his chance.

"Cain. Earl Cain Hargreaves." The brunette's own introduction was stiff as he contemplated the other, vaguely wondering what sort of person it took to fall into place in such a manner. Perhaps he was merely someone who was incredibly laid back, perhaps even lazy, or maybe he really did blame himself, permitting others to outshine him as they saw fit. Of all things, Cain sorely hoped it was not the last option.

"Is it not in your nature to assert yourself?" The words issued from Cain's mouth without a split second more of contemplation. "You've an audience now. The stage is your's to command."

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Make A Wish [Open]

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When Echo had realized that the city the hospital was located in was open to the patients, she was very pleased. Immediately after figuring that out, she exited the accursed building and spent a great amount of time walking around. Despite the decrepit appearance of the place, it was much better than the hospital and it’s too small spaces. She wondered which building roofs provided the best and safest view of the city, and whatever was beyond. She had to admit, it was rather smart of them to place them all in a secluded area that allowed just enough freedom so that maybe they wouldn’t think of escaping. A totally foreign place that most hospital occupants weren’t willing to venture out into because of their lack of knowledge about it.

This place was no Reveille, and Echo knew that. No matter what places they had in common, and it wasn’t even that many to begin with, she would not be completely satisfied with it. But at least she wouldn’t be trapped in one place all day every day. Everyone was bound to go stir crazy if that was the case. She had a small inkling that some people were all ready becoming a little irritable about this whole situation. As long as they didn’t directly effect her, Echo didn’t really care what the others did.

“I’m sure curfew is nearly upon us. You should think about returning as well.”

The voice jars Echo out of the reverie of thoughts she didn’t know she was so deep in. Yes, she knew she walking, but she hadn’t realized she had stopped. The female shakes her head slightly, trying to clear her hazy mind. This is the exact reason why she often opposed to walking while doing serious thinking. Stuff like this happens because she isn’t paying much attention to the surroundings. Oh well, it could have turned out a lot more worse than this.

She looks at the person who spoke, now slightly interested in who it was exactly. Though it might seem a little silly, Echo first takes note of the niceness of his clothes. There was a lot of things that could be learned about a person just by what they wore. She could tell right of the bat that whoever this was probably was some sort of noble. The formality of speech was also a big clue. Hopefully, he wouldn’t be one of those pompous ones that she disliked so much.

“You’re right, it is late.” She finally speaks up, looking at the steadily darkening area around them. “Echo wasn’t paying much attention to anything, so she didn’t notice.”

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While under normal circumstances Cain may have been suspicious, and second-guessed the sincerity of her words, in this instance the young Lord couldn't find he cared whether this was the truth or not. He was no longer bound within the confines of high society; forced to speak and act a certain way to gain favor. However, he did so regardless, adopting such habits so quickly and utilizing them so often that it was a second nature to him.

A charming smile rose to his features as he turned to contemplate the silver-haired girl, mutely noting that that trait seemed to be a rarity, the likes of which his own butler had harboured as well. What was more, they both carried a certain air about them, not of complete submission, but of those who bore a responsibility upon them extending beyond their own self. Cain, having become a privileged young lord at a very young age, had never seemed to need to worry over such things. He had others to take care of him, to look after him. He had only had himself. Although...this was no longer true. And he could only wonder in silence how young Mary-weather was getting along without him..

"Echo is your name?" Cain now spoke up coolly, advancing a step towards this new acquaintance. A peculiar name to be sure, and highly uncommon. But perhaps that was the charm to it that made it seem so appealing. Cain was not adverse to such oddities. He was one of them. To bear the name of the first murderer...his father had some sick and twisted sense of humor, or so Cain assumed. Although sometimes it had been difficult to determine whether or not that 'humor' was merely hatred in the end.

"It is a beautiful name for a young lady such as yourself. If you would like, you may refer to me as Cain. Earl Cain Hargreaves." He introduced himself, that self-assured smile ever-present upon his features as he now chose to offer his arm. "If you would be so kind, I would be more than willing to escort you home. It isn't entirely safe for a lady to wander the streets alone at night. You never know who it is you share the city with..."

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#Like cordyceps

rUDE

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Well perhaps the cure for the 'infection' is +50 Bravery. You never know~

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Mission 1 - After that, the priest shall slaughter the burnt offering / and offer it on the altar...and make atonement for him, and he will be clean.

Joshua had known the phrase, “something’s wrong with you”, to take many forms. This time, it had gone back to “infected”.

The question was, how had it been allowed to…? He did not remember the Angels passing down a verdict, and yet he’d awoken in an RG bed with an overpowering feeling of having been violently uprooted. (He did not need eyes or ears to know immediately that this was not Shibuya under his feet as he stood – he knew the sensation of that ward better than the weight of the fingers on his hands.)

But somehow, he had power here. When he’d stared at the drawer, it had opened for him. It was one thing to pull a Composer from a parallel universe. It was another to reassign his territory entirely.

Joshua paused halfway down the corridor. His body was threatening to reel (whether from the stench of disinfectant or the “nostalgia” it carried, he could not say), and it was here that he noticed the sound of footsteps from around the corner behind him.

It occurred to him that he was standing outside the cafeteria. Perhaps addressing the footsteps, or perhaps addressing no one in particular, he said aloud, “Fancy a snack? Or just exploring the playground?”

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Deeply vested within his own musings, an outside voice interrupting his mute contemplation was definitely unexpected. Cain's steps had taken him a ways from his own room as he perused the halls, finding that remaining mobile was the easiest way for him to process this recent change of address. One which had been made very much against his will.

His gaze lifted at the other's words, realizing that he seemed to have indeed made his way along toward the cafeteria. There was nothing about the overcooked pasta or stale bread that appealed to the lord, who was comparably spoiled with grand feasts whenever he willed. And, as needed, a fine red wine to pair with his choice cut of the evening. But something told him he would enjoy no such luxury here, the disappointment a challenge to keep from his features as he returned the other's gaze with a cool smile of his own.

"It seems my feet have a mind of their own. And, while there is certainly much to explore...I don't suppose a meal would hurt." If what this cafeteria served up could even be called as much. However, the young Earl's hopes were not very high, to say the least...

"As rumor has it, it seems our treatments are to begin soon..." Although not so much 'rumor' as the grand announcement made earlier that day... "Perhaps it would be wise to take one's meal now, before they decide to alter our diet to some peculiar 'miracle cure'."

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Either someone's getting tortured or they're just really awful at karaoke...

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  He’s probably… Dead.

Well, that is very sad, considering that he had so many things to do before dying. He wanted to keep his promise to Kagami-kun, he wanted to make him the best player in Japan. He wanted to see Aomine-kun playing with a smile again. He wanted to win the Winter Cup with his team, for Teppei-kun, who won’t be able to play next year.

He wanted to teach the Generation of Miracles what playing together as a team really meant.

He didn’t want to die before doing all those things, yet here he is — So weak. So fragile.

Kuroko hugs his own legs, sitting against the wall of a hallway that’s white as heaven — He doesn’t know what this place is, and honestly, he doesn’t care either. He buries his face against his knees, almost mad at himself. How could he let this happen?

He’s just going to stay there, in silence. No one ever notices him anyway. That won’t change, no matter where he is. That’s just the way he is, after all.

“I’m sorry… Everyone.”

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Under normal circumstances it wasn't Cain's custom to spare a glance to a stranger on the streets. He had plenty else to busy himself with, leaving no time left for him to concern himself with those who did not specifically approach him for his assistance. After all, Cain was known for being a magnet for trouble...the likes of which he was burdened with constantly. But beyond that, unless you had need of a good poison, the Earl was no help as a psychologist.

Even so, despite being a hospital...there seemed to be a supreme lack of men or women in that field. And, while grateful to not be subjected to numerous questions about his family background and feelings, Cain had to admit that some others could have benefited from the assistance. After all, illness could all too easily lead into depression. Surely the doctor heading this place should have known that.

“I’m sorry… Everyone.”

"Stand up." Mild irritation reflected itself in Cain's tone as he issued what sounded more like an order than a request. There was nothing more pitiable than witnessing another seeming to beat themselves down in such a way. It was far too familiar a sight...

"The linoleum has no need for your apologies. If you've something to say it is in your best interest to at least have an audience."

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Make A Wish [Open]

From within the hospital the town had at first seemed a sanctuary; a safe haven from the white walls that enclosed them all. Herded much like sheep in a pen did not appeal to Cain, however. The prospect of fresh air was all too appealing, something more than a cracked window in the cramped four-person room he was obligated to share. And so, the young lord took to the town, putting off meeting his roommates for the time being. No doubt they'd have plenty of time to get acquainted at a later date. But for now, a little exploration was in order.

The breadth of the city seemed boundless, new locations opening up the further he walked. However, as a noble accustomed to only the finest of carriages, the brunette didn't force himself any farther than he figured his feet would carry him. The rest could be saved for another day. And what was more, he was certain dusk would be falling soon. No hospital was without a curfew, he supposed...but making the trek back to that crowded facility sounded about as unappealing to him as the watery coffee presented to him at breakfast.

Leaning his chin into his hand, the Earl gazed out in silence over the expanse of running water before him. The courtyard he'd located bore a fountain at it's center. And, although ideal for sitting and taking a load off for the time being, the flow of spouting water was sporadic. Like much else in this city, it seemed to have seen better days, tired with overuse. He contemplated this in silence for some time, the thought striking him after a long moment to reach into the vest he wore. Perhaps a bit formal for a casual jaunt about the town...but by no means was Cain any more willing to don a complimentary hospital gown.

Extracting a silvery coin from his pocket, he took a moment to roll this over between his fingers, golden-green eyes focused upon the water before him. Others who had long since come and gone seemed to have been struck with the same idea of making a wish. Though whether it was worth but a quid was debatable. Even so, Cain spared the moment to shut his eyes and settle on his wish before flicking the coin into the water. He had his doubts, and very reasonable ones at that... But now that the sky was beginning to darken, it was about time he make his way back.

It was at this point that the Lord was assaulted with the peculiar feeling of eyes on his back. However, he did not turn, merely adjusting the tailcoat perched upon his shoulders mutely as he rose from his seat. While a little unsettling to know he was being watched, in this quarantined area he could only assume it was another 'infected' as he supposedly was.

"I'm sure curfew is nearly upon us." He now commented, busying himself with adjusting the exorbitant cuff-links at his sleeves. "You should think about returning as well." 

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V-1

Hamuko Arisato

Cain Hargreaves

Blue Tettere

Jack Vessalius

V-1 is where they tuck the titled rich boys apparently.

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1. a princess does not belong here. (open)

[ Rilianne is in a state of panic. No, not because she’s “sick”, but because she’s in a completely different time. Where she is from, they do NOT have this technology. And they didn’t put sick people in a mental hospital! Well, not the mentally sick, anyways. Or physically sick. What did they do with mentally sick people? Throw them in the dungeon! There’s no cure for them.. Or, well, that’s what she would’ve done… Wait, they don’t even HAVE hospitals where she comes from!! This is all so confusing. Also, hospitals smell weird. She doesn’t like it one bit.

She was breaking into a little bit of sweat, and that’s not very princess-like. So, she grabbed and opened her fan, which she kept on her at all times, and started to fan herself. Ah, much better. She can’t let anyone see her sweating, it would ruin her image. ]

[ When she was done, she didn’t close the fan. She simply just kept holding it, and it was just big enough to cover her face. Mostly. Rilianne could still see, of course. But now she’s kind of bored, so she turned around. Now, this is where she would’ve began walking, if it wasn’t for some idiot that was watching her. Behind her fan, she looks pretty concerned. ]

“Hm? What is it that you want? Speak up!”

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There truly were any number of strange people gathered into this hospital. Some bore the traits of peasants, others of queens. And this blonde before Cain certainly seemed to share more in common with the latter sort. It was an unusual sight to be sure. But then, Cain had witnessed many peculiar things upon his arrival. As out of his element as the young Lord was, the fact still stood that he had to remain alert. Who knew what these peculiar doctors were planning, or whether they even bore any such official certificate to authenticate that title. Either way, the circumstances of his arrival had been suspicious enough to garner his interest. And making the rounds to interrogate others was the first step to working out what precisely this institution was about.

The accusing tone sparked a smile to Cain's lips as the young lady pointed out that he seemed to have been caught gazing. That would surely teach him to let his thoughts run away with him. It would do his investigation no good to have him lose track of everything around him.

"My apologies. I hadn't meant to seem rude." Came his reply, the mild smirk a shadow on his features as he took that moment to advance. Customary of his relations with the high class, the expected way to greet a lady was a kiss of the hand. And Cain had no intention to not honor that tradition. The gesture was as habitual and routine as clockwork. He extended his hand to take hold of her own free of the fan, bending to press a formal kiss to the back before returning his gaze once more to the golden-haired girl's.

"I had merely been wondering how a beauty such as yourself could bear to be subjected to the company we now keep." A lie, to be certain. But Cain had long-since learned that flattery was the smoothest road to take in meeting his own ends. And in this case...it was information he sought at the cost of charm alone.

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WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

"Why would I choose to forego the comforts of home? I am perfectly content where I am now. Or rather, where I was not a short time ago..."