♚ Twenty-Seventh Move - {Video}

[faustianphantom]

[This entry starts with a gunshot.]

Tch.

[Ciel squares his stance and cocks his pistol again. The weapon itself is quite old looking but, for the earl, it is considered "new technology". Then again, a pistol is a pistol. Ciel is proud of his fine example of Victorian weaponry.

After he takes aim, he fires at his target - a straw-filled "man" - once more. The figure absorbs the blow as best as it can, but one of its arms is blown clean off. A small, cruel smirk curls Ciel's lips at the sight.]

Opps.

[Reaching down, he picks up his recording device.]

Sebastian, have I missed anything? [For once, Ciel sounds...content. This is probably as close to cheerful as he will ever get.] I would like some hot tea when I come inside. Preferably with lemon.

[He stows his pistol away and strides towards the target.]

Hm. [Nudging it with his toe, he cocks his head.] I want this repaired as well.

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[sinandservitude.livejournal.com]

[Sebastian walks into the firing range, holding a list of things he needs to go over with Ciel, as well as a tray with Ciel's requested hot tea.]

If you mean anything on the doll, you missed shooting the heart, kidneys, and abdomen, as far as vital points go. Was there something else you wanted to inquire about?

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[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

[Ciel flicks his fringe out of his eyes, arching a brow.]

I wanted to cause him pain. I didn't want him to die. [The "yet" is implied in his eyes.] Sutcliff. Is he behaving himself?

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[sinandservitude.livejournal.com]

Then you should have aimed for his legs, so he could not chase you. A man of your dummy's stature would still be able to catch up to you and overpower you even with an injury to the arm.

[Sebastian hums as he walks over to serve Ciel his tea, arching an eyebrow.]

As much as he is able to, I suppose. He is still attempting to find a place to live, and has not yet accepted Miss Rhode's invitation to house with her in his old rooms.

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[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

Not if he was shackled to the wall.

[Ciel stares at the demon without flinching.]

I don't wonder why. He has hopes that I will allow him to stay here.

[Taking his tea, he blows lightly on the surface of the liquid.]

He says he can tell me about my parents.

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[sinandservitude.livejournal.com]

I do not think it would be realistic to expect that your victim will always be shackled to a wall when you encounter him.

[Sebastian arches a brow at him.]

Do you believe him?

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[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

I created my own fantasy this time, Sebastian.

[He sips his tea nonchalantly.]

Partially. It isn't the first time he has offered such information and without William around...

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[sinandservitude.livejournal.com]

Fantasy is not the same as reality.

[Sebastian tucks the tray that served the tea under his arm.]

And what do you plan to do?

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[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

I am aware, but surely it's no crime to indulge myself in it from time to time?

[Ciel finishes his tea and holds out the cup.]

I want to see if he is telling the truth.

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[sinandservitude.livejournal.com]

Provided it is in moderation, of course.

[Sebastian takes the cup, bowing a little as he receives it.]

How will your ascertain that?

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[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

Are you afraid that I will lose my grip on reality?

[Ciel turns on his heel and walks to the mansion.]

He does want something. Perhaps I will use that as bait.

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[sinandservitude.livejournal.com]

No, I am afraid you will lose sight of your true goals.

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[sinandservitude.livejournal.com]

[He pauses, and shoots Ciel a look. He had a suspicion what "that" was...]

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[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

That won't happen.

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[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

[A smirk curves his lips.]

This is a game, Sebastian. You are my most valuable piece.

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[sinandservitude.livejournal.com]

[He lets out a small, huffing laugh.]

So long as the king keeps that in mind.

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[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

[He removes his gloves once he is inside.]

The king has never forgotten.

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[sinandservitude.livejournal.com]

[Sebastian takes the gloves.]

Then the king should be careful that a queen and her king draw near him.

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[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

[The statement catches him off-guard.]

Give them their names, Sebastian.

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[sinandservitude.livejournal.com]

Perhaps "drawing near" is the wrong thing to say. Rather, there are particular people who seemed to be aware of us and what we do. You know the name of the king, Young Master-- Lord Alois Trancy.

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[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

I don't see him as much of a threat. Unless, you know something about him that I don't.

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[sinandservitude.livejournal.com]

Do you know of his maid? Miss Hannah Annafellows?

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[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

I have spoken to her briefly. What's the matter with her?

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[sinandservitude.livejournal.com]

It seems that she is the same ilk as I am.

[His lips curve up, his fangs barely peeking out from the grin. Ciel should know very well what this means.

Demon.]

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[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

...

[Ciel blinks, looking skeptical for a moment.]

A female demon?

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[sinandservitude.livejournal.com]

Yes. Every inch a demon.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

Where were you aiming?

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

His arm.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

Then why did it sound as though you'd missed your target?

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

Straw doesn't make the same sounds as a human.

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

I see.

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

Do you?

[misterblackbird.livejournal.com]

I think I do.

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

Well that's a start.

[nekophobic.livejournal.com]

That second shot is a good shot.

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[nekophobic.livejournal.com]

What were you aiming for with the first?

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

One of the legs. I miscalculated by an inch or two.

[nekophobic.livejournal.com]

But it looks, from the other shot, that you don't miscalculate.

Maybe you rushed the shot.

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

Pistols can be unreliable at times.

[nekophobic.livejournal.com]

That's true.

[mytechskeeper.livejournal.com]

Would you like anything else with your tea Earl?

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

Something sweet would be nice. [Then again, when is "something sweet" ever not welcome?]