It’s absolute madness. He’s gathered that much. There are dead people all over the ship– the only problem is half of them are moving.
The blonde had went in search of his Master, doing his best to avoid the chaos. Of course that was easier said than done considering the bite marks that littered his body. He didn’t understand how these could be people. They wouldn’t stay down. No matter how many times he hit them or threw things at them. Even the ones that got crushed were trying to drag their way out. He just didn’t understand.
The dark wasn’t exactly helpful either, and when he saw a figure he was worried for a moment. The worry would have been gone when he saw who it was if not for the gun in his face.
“Young Master! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” he breathed, eyes wide. For a moment the question is ignored in favor of concern. His number one priority was to protect the Master above all else. That was why he was here. “She’s with her family.” he explained quickly. “She’s safe. Worried to death about you.” he added, as though that would not be obvious considering. When he sees movement he moves forward, shifting to punch the body once he determined it was one of the dead. It goes flying backwards, but once again it’s just getting right back up.
“We need to leave.” as if that also was not obvious.
CIEL. ▎finny exposes elizabeth’s whereabouts and one of the more pressing knots in his gut is alleviated. if she is with francis, alexis, and edward, ciel knows she is in even better hands than his own. still, there’s no time to let that be disproved. until he and those of importance to him are off this damned “luxury” liner completely, he will not find peace.
good a shot as ever, even with his depth perception impaired, when the corpse finny is fighting off picks itself up, it’s down again a second later, two bullets at this distance enough to put it permanently out of commission. ❝ you must aim for their heads—that’s the only way. ❞ his single eye catches glimpse of the slightly older boy’s wounds, and he grits his teeth subtly. the servants, friends, acquaintances, even enemies: they’re all pawns. that doesn’t mean he can’t care for some of them. he says nothing about it.
ciel glances back the way he’d come, only to see more bodies shambling down the stairway, falling over each other and snarling and gnashing their rotten teeth. not there. the other way, deeper inside, he can hear something rattling loudly, smashing against the metal, hollowed walls. there’s danger down that way, too. then, he thinks, looking around, the only way is up.
❝ there! ❞ the earl shouts, pointing a slim finger towards a large crate that’ll at least get them above the fiends while they establish an escape route. or until sebastian arrives. ❝ get me up there, finny. i can pull you up afterwards, but you must control your strength when taking hold of my wrist, understood? ❞
