♚ First Move - {Video}

[faustianphantom]

[The screen shakes as Ciel tries to operate the - to him - foreign device. His pale fingers are wrapped so tightly around the camera that his knuckles are white. To add to this picture of desperation, the boy is clenching his teeth.

Oh and his hands are covered in blood.]

Where the hell am I?! [He shudders intensely, his one visible eye filled with betrayal and pain.]

I want answers now! [The only saving grace for the dear Earl is that he was able to change out of his nightshirt. But it's clear that he is only partially dressed.]

It's too bloody cold out here... [He stumbles and falls to his knees, dragging in short, pained breaths.]

Comments

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

How?

[council-king.livejournal.com]

How upset you must be...

[prefers-chess.livejournal.com]

Making demands is an excellent way of attempting to endear the natives to your cause.

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

His death was...unexpected.

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

I was brought here against my will. Why should I try to endear myself to anyone?

[prefers-chess.livejournal.com]

Because observation indicates that you are covered in blood, partially dressed, stranded in the snow, and in agonizing pain. Hardly an advantageous position, and certainly not one from which to easily make demands.

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

I can handle pain. [His voice lowers.] I'm certain I can find shelter if I look hard enough. But I would rather return home.

[council-king.livejournal.com]

Unexpected. Really.

I would think that should be one of the most 'expected' things.

[eagleofautozam.livejournal.com]

You are in a place called… the ‘City’… though I really don’t know how much help that will be to you. I hadn’t heard of it either until I was pulled here…

[he-who-kills.livejournal.com]

You come before, be much rude to Blackbird.

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

Not in his case. He was...different. [As in "demonic", but it's not as if Ciel can say that out loud.]

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

The...City? [Well that was descriptive!] Surely it has another name? What country are we in?

[prefers-chess.livejournal.com]

You and everyone else here. Or at least, everyone else that hasn't succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome.

If you're currently near a fountain, look around for a sign that reads Welcome Center. It'll cut down on your chances of getting hypothermia.

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

I was here...before? [He frowns.] I don't recall that in the least. Who is Blackbird?

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

Very well. [He rises onto his feet, releasing a misty breath.] What is your name? I might have need to contact you again. [Especially if this Welcome Center proved as unhelpful as everything else thus far.] My name is Earl Ciel Phantomhive. You may call me Ciel, however.

[council-king.livejournal.com]

'Was', huh? I confess, I'm curious. Perhaps you'll tell me the story sometime.

[prefers-chess.livejournal.com]

Oh, boy. Another earl. As you've probably noticed by now, this isn't England.

And I don't do consulting without payment, which you are most likely unable to oblige, given that you've just arrived.


[OOC: Rudy has...kind of a roundabout way of being helpful, I'm sorry. D:]

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

I can pay you. [He is wearing a rather valuable ring.] But I would rather not go that route unless you have something truly spectacular to tell me.


[OOC: Ciel is used to people like him.]

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

It doesn't matter anymore. He's gone. His body is rotting in my mansion.

[prefers-chess.livejournal.com]

Ah, a willingness to barter. Marvellous.

What year is it, as far as you know?

[council-king.livejournal.com]

Mansion?...

What's your name, child?

[eagleofautozam.livejournal.com]

It would have been nice if this place had a name… but that is honesty what the citizens here call it. As to a country… even a planet, I can’t say. The barrier that surrounds this place seems resistant to any kind of scan.

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

Deals can always be made.

1888.

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

Are you telling me that I am on another planet? [Hear that? Yes, that's disbelief.] Are you sane?

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive.

Who are you?