♚ 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]

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.