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[cieled]

Who: Earl Ciel Phantomhive & Open!
Where: Around the mansion.
When: Early evening, on the last day of the event.
Rating: TBD (might be some zombie gore).
Summary: A disturbing arrival that is fitting for the little Earl.
The Story:

He was not a stranger to mansions, but this one was unlike any he had visited before. The rather diminutive Earl had retraced his steps - multiple times - and found himself in different rooms each time. Nothing made sense and to make matters worse, he was dead certain he was being watched - and followed. Pulling his pistol from his belt, Ciel tried to catch sight of his pursuer.

It was a shame for his general well-being that they were invisible. Their scent assaulted his nostrils first and he identified it without any trouble. Rotting meat. Gritting his teeth, he pressed his back to a wall, listening intently for footsteps; for the inhuman guttural growls he associated with the living dead.

I must destroy the heads. But how did he do that when he couldn't even see them? His free hand rose to touch his eyepatch, the seal on his iris radiating a sudden light behind the covering.

"Sebastian? Can you hear me?"

It was worth a try. He dodged just in time to avoid a ghastly bite, pointing his pistol at the thin air - or so it seemed - and firing once. Then he was running down the corridor, huffing as he sought cover. Any cover.

Comments

[cieled]

He feels the body fall nearby, a rush of foul air announcing its descent. Covering his mouth and nose with his handkerchief, he runs towards the voice.

"I have been better." his tone is dry, "Who are you?"

[tattooedredheads]

"The name's Kay." He grins down at the kid and jabs his thumb toward a door behind him. "That room was zombie-free a few minutes ago if you need someplace calmer."

[cieled]

"You act as if you are enjoying yourself, Kay." Ciel cannot help but be reminded of his servants - all violence and bloodlust when he found them, "Was free of zombies, you say, but it might not be now."

[tattooedredheads]

Honestly, the zombies aren't much worse than creatures he's dealt with before. This is a good way to keep his skills sharp and Kay enjoys a challenge.

"Even if it isn't, I'm willing to bet it's still calmer than here," Kay replies. "It wouldn't take long to clear out."

[cieled]

Ciel will be happy to give him as many challenges as he likes if he takes on a protector role for him. The little Earl is never far from trouble and often the one causing it.

"Would you mind assisting me?" or, you know, clearing it out for him?

[tattooedredheads]

"Nope. Just tell me if you hear anything you can't see."

Assuming that means Ciel has agreed to go to the room, Kay leads the way there. He uses his free hand to put a finger to his lips before pushing the door open. And... there! He can hear a zombie in the room. He waits just long enough to figure out it's location before he shoots it.

He enters the room. "Sounds like the coast is clear. You hear anything, kiddo?"

[cieled]

"You have my thanks." and his ears for the time being. Ciel keeps his pistol out, following in Kay's shadow. The man is a true marksman and he nods his approval when he hears the zombie's body hit the floor.

Kiddo. The name earns a slight glower, but it is quickly banished as Ciel enters the room, listening intently. Unless the zombies are good at playing hide and seek, the space is empty.

"No. The smell too is less in here. I think you have been successful."

[tattooedredheads]

Unfortunately for Ciel, he is stuck with that nickname and others like it.

Kay shuts the door for now before heading to the closet. He pulls out a bag of flour, which he places near the door for when they are ready to leave, but not before tossing some about the room, just to be on the safe side. Some of it lands on the body he just shot. His face scrunches up in distaste before he reaches for it.

"Here, help me toss this out the window," he tells the kid. Sitting around a corpse is a good way to fall ill.