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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.
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.
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That was all the warning Ciel got before he was suddenly yanked into the clinic, the door slamming shut after. A nervous teenager had grabbed him, fresh tears in her eyes, breathing hard in fright.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
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You want to invent an AU for Ciel's world to go with this?
[Hang on, what is this one-eyed doll doing here? Dorian barely recognized the clothing style as something from his era, but... How old is this boy, and what is he doing with a gun?]
[All those questions must be answered later. Dorian quickly tries to get Ciel's attention before the monsters return.
"Over here! Those beasts can't follow us through the tears!"
Dorian's gonna lead Ciel to the closest available tear and pray to god he didn't pick a hostile world for refuge.
"Hurry!"
Sure!
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The funny thing is, the only clue to Dorian's exact class rank is his family's titles.
I think that was done purposefully.
Thank goodness we have headcannon
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