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Sebastian had seen pickpockets before on the streets of London and elsewhere; clever, quick-fingered wretches that he watched with amusement.
The amusement faded, of course, when the boy snagged Sebastian’s own currency from him. He would be impressed, were the currency not needed.
“I would return that, if I were you,” he said, holding out a hand.
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“I clearly miscalculated when I assured myself that today could not get any worse than it already was.”
Sebastian was speaking aloud to himself more than he was speaking to the... individual before him. Though this being was not the sort with which he was familiar, there was something distinctly demonic there. A demon can always tell, after all. Even if this city was... both strange and limiting.
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“Would you mind if I asked you a question?”
Sebastian’s inquiry was directed at a nearby stranger. Though the demon had a smile on his face, polite and inviting, his next words were, at best, a little off. Bored, he was. Didn’t even realise it until he was bothering strangers. Befittingly of a Phantomhive butler, of course. Calculated bothering.
“Actually, it’s more accurate to call it a riddle I heard not long ago. ‘If you feed a saint nothing but sinners, what does he become?’”
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Brown eyes size up the stranger before him in a manner reminiscent of a specimen under a microscope. Curiosity? Something like.
“Such an interesting appearance.”
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“My, that is quite the hairstyle, is it not?”
And Sebastian certainly didn’t mean that as an insult. If he had, he would have kept his mouth shut.
“Is this the fashion nowadays?”
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“If you’ll pardon the interruption, miss, I do believe you were about to leave this behind.”
In one hand, Sebastian held out a bag of some sort. To be honest, he hadn’t actually seen her drop it, but he didn’t know who else it could belong to and he wasn’t in the habit of just taking things without a reason.
If it didn’t belong to her, oh well. Worth a try.
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“You.”
Sebastian’s tone is less courteous, polite, than his usual— and it bothers him none.
“What do you carry?”
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“You there. Could you spare a moment to indulge my curiosity? If you’re busy I shan’t keep you, but my question shouldn’t take too much time.”
Sebastian was looking the other up and down with distinct and unhidden curiosity. It was part of his duty to the young lord to learn all he could about this place, and that included those that dwelled there.
“Would you please define ‘monster’ for me?”
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“Pardon me but you seem at least moderately familiar with this area. I was hoping you’d not mind telling me which sector this is.”
Sebastian has lived through quite a bit, seen the development of humankind for centuries… but nothing more advanced than the late 1800s. This city is almost alarming in size.
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“Excuse me, young miss. This may seem like an odd question, but please bear with me. You haven’t seen a young boy in an eyepatch, have you? A specific one, about yea high, likely scowling.”
In truth, Sebastian was a little worried about the young master. This city was enormous. Frankly, he could simply track the young earl, but that would take time.
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“This is a peculiar city, isn’t it? All manner of strange things living here, apparently some even from different worlds. Tell me, have you ever seen a demon?”
Sebastian is bored. Really... very unproductive lately, but his master has no manor to keep clean. And he has no specific orders dictating he not alleviate his boredom in whatever manner he chooses.
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The summer weather was fading away into cool autumn, slowly but surely, and though Sebastian did not particularly mind the cooling temperature, he knew his young lord would require additions to his wardrobe to combat the oncoming chill. Of course, though Sebastian would consider himself an able butler, and certainly able to navigate with efficiency, he was unused to navigating a city of this sheer size, laden with such unfamiliarity.
So it was that he departed a clothing with a puzzled expression on his face. None of the articles were at all the sort of thing befitting of an earl.
“Excuse me.”
He offered a friendly smile and a shallow bow to a young lady passing by.
“The local fashion is... rather different from what I am used to. Tell me, do you know of any clothing stores besides that one over there?”
( exaltatios. )
—– ♚ || ❝ Harm? ❞ Though posed as a question for confirmation, it hardly sounds that way as the term is repeated in a HEAVY monotone, tenor poised over a suddenly more PENSIVE change in atmosphere. There is a very slight purse of his lips as one cerulean hue flickers elsewhere, as though he were now looking for something, followed by a BITTER click of his tongue. ❝ I suppose not. ❞ Only his PRIDE had been bruised perhaps, but he would hold his tongue in regard to that detail–He needn’t give the demon such satisfaction.
❝ Where exactly am I, Sebastian? ❞ he would continue, looking back to his servant expectantly–He must know that the boy is not asking for the obvious. Could this city be found anywhere on a map? Was there an exit? ❝ And just how long have you been here? ❞ Ciel hadn’t noticed an absence last he’d been in his own manor, yet Sebastian seemed much more ENLIGHTENED about the situation at hand than himself, a recent arrival. It is only then that it occurs to him to pull his ‘weapon’ out from under his coat, turning it over in his palm for the other to see as the opposite hand comes to loosely rest at his hip, settling into the folds of his somewhat unkempt overcoat. ❝ This toy was given to me upon my arrival, and while I know it’s but a gag, it still rouses my suspicion of potential threats in this city. ❞ There is a slight huff of annoyance then, porcelain features twisting into that of a mild scowl. ❝ It’s not completely useless, but I hope you’ve been given something more impressive. ❞
It is an embarrassment for a butler to need to admit his own powerlessness or lack of knowledge but Sebastian knows only what he had been told on arrival, and that which he had been able to glean from speaking to and listening in on those fellows who are trapped in this city with them. His weakened abilities make the whole situation even less favourable but things are what they are. Accept that which you cannot change, and so on.
Answering the young master’s questions, that is something he can do for now.
“Yes, my lord. This city is an... experiment of sorts. Those who run it seem to be observing interaction between people from varying places and... apparently, points in time, if what our fellow captives say is true. If this an experiment, I have to wonder at their methods but I can only relay the information I have found. Also... I have found no way to leave.”
That was humiliating, that a demon of his caliber were to be trapped by such a place as this. But there he was. Trapped, though not for lack of trying.
“I have been here for just over a month, my lord, but from the looks of things... you did not notice my absence.”
Strange. Did time not function here? Hm. And as for weapons, well... He produced the spork he had been given upon arrival.
“I was given this, likely as a joke. I believe it’s an ice cream fork. I suppose I should count myself lucky that I do not need a weapon in order to be dangerous.”
He looked far more amused than anything. The situation that the two of them in could be classified as an annoyance, certainly, and it was humiliating to have been trapped by humans, but he was not overly bothered. This situation could prove to be a source of amusement for as long as it lasted.
What is hell to a man?
( raidingtheskies. )
The captain of the Ketty Jay always had been somewhat self-destructive. He would have never gone so far to commit suicide, but the way he’s going through life speaks of a lot self-loathing. He had ruined seemingly good things by being a selfish arsehole. Or just drank himself to oblivion out of defiance for the misery he brought upon himself. One of these things he ruined to himself? Trinicia Dracken. His love. But, why does one always ever just realize, what great thing they had, after it’s GONE? “Maybe I deserve to be here in this hell…”
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Sebastian is not one to eavesdrop (or not without an order or reason to anyway) but sometimes one cannot help but overhear, especially when one is passing by a man speaking to himself... aloud.
The words themselves make him pause, a single eyebrow raised in amused questioning as he looks the man over, determines he’s a fool, and decides to speak. If only because there is no reason not to.
“And what would you know of Hell?”
The question is, he feels, a legitimate one. He’s never met humans who spoke lightly of Hell. And he has, oh, call it first-hand experience.
[ i’d love to actually bump this asshole up to sinner rank, so i’m putting out a starter call for moderate-length threads (2-3 paragraphs).
no cap for now ♥ but i may add one in the event i become overwhelmed ]
( exaltatios. )
—– ♚ || The city was strange and foreign in many respects, from the buildings that towered high above even London’s most impressive town houses to extraordinary advancements in technology compared to that of his own time. And while this overwhelming amount of change did manage to awaken a sense of INTRIGUE within the earl, it would not distill his prominent DISTASTE for the setting’s true intentions. Unlike many, he held little interest in succumbing to the role of a mere lab rat in a cage–Ciel Phantomhive would not let himself be OUTPLAYED so easily. However, without his butler at his side, he had been left at a great disadvantage–But he wouldn’t go so far as to say that he’d been left in a complete state of vulnerability. Though his weapon lacked strength and fatality, it could certainly prove more USEFUL than the wooden swords he’d noticed others were given. And it is with this thought in mind that Ciel weaves through the streets of his home sector oo5, intent on investigating what it (as well as the others, eventually) had to offer. Naturally, they were lined with shops and vendors of every kind, littered with very distinct, exotic individuals in nearly every direction. Yet amongst a crowd so colorful, the youth notes something of sharp contrast—A Victorian TAILCOAT, the same sable as a raven’s wings. Ciel wouldn’t be lying if he’d said he hadn’t been searching for his servant, for while the thought had crossed his mind, he had been certain that they would cross paths again even if he didn’t summon him; Thus he considered it a bit of a GAME. What the boy hadn’t expected, however, was that he would be the one to find the demon FIRST. Or was that truly the case? ❝ To think you’d had me convinced that you were well above being captured by humans, Sebastian. ❞ At last he speaks, features settled into that of a more cruel amusement, cerulean hues narrowed with a pensive finger coiled at his chin, just beneath the jut of a leering lip.
❝ I stand corrected. ❞
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Sebastian had, since his arrival in the city, become relatively accustomed to those things which had confused him initially. A demon was nothing if not an adaptable being, after all, and he had seen the rise and fall of empires, had seen humanity’s growth and progression throughout the centuries and centuries. The technology of this place was new, but nothing he couldn’t make sense of if given time.
And in fact he had little else to do without his master about. Ordinarily, he would grow irritated over the lack of the young earl and then move on, but the seal of their contract was still in place beneath his glove, reminding him that his prey was still alive, even if he had no way of getting to him.
Or so it seemed at first, for it doesn’t take long for Sebastian to sense his prey’s presence. The familiarity of his master’s presence tugs at him, and the contract’s seal? Well, that just makes it obvious. Sebastian smiles to himself as he ventures out into the city, determined to find his lord. Or rather... to let the earl find him.
He’s not really looking forward to discussing his weakened abilities in this place. Not that he will let that keep him from fulfilling any orders to the letter, of course. No, it’s simply an irritating factor that he would prefer to remove from the equation.
“Forgive me, but it seems I am more fallible than I had assumed.”
“It is a relief to see that this city has done you no harm, my lord.”
( psychop0mp. )
Laughing slightly, she knows the joke has gone over his head (and really, it would do the same to most given how few know her) but she says it for the sake of saying it. She can’t simply leave a pun untold after all.
“Sadly, as much as I would like to be, the precision only extends to my domain. I do my best to excel where I can though!” Without hesitation, she continues, peering up at him curiously. “Did you have somewhere to be soon?”
Sebastian doesn’t seem bothered by the fact that he doesn’t get her joke, merely offers a good-natured smile and dismisses it easily.
“I see. And time is your domain? How very... interesting. Ah-- forgive me. I’ve simply never met anyone who looks quite like you do.”
It’s curiosity more than anything. Investigating individuals with uncommon physical traits does not fall within the purview of his duties without a strict and specific order, but still. One cannot simply switch off one’s nature.
“Not soon, but soon enough.”
