Earl Ciel (Astre) Phantomhive (
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driftfleet2019-02-17 02:54 am
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Who: Ciel Phantomhive & OTA
Action: Marsiva
When: Feb. 17
[Good morning, Fleet! There's a young teen with dark blue-black hair wandering the Marsiva today. He's wearing a slightly more modern twist on Victorian era clothes and his right eye is wrapped with a bandage but it doesn't seem to be bothering him at all.
What does bother him though is to wake up somewhere entirely new with little knowledge in regards. At least, little compared to what he'd prefer. Going through this once when he arrived in Riverview Quarantine had been exhausting enough, but at least the experience had left him more adjusted to the level of technology here. It's not like his little house or the phones they had given the residents of the Quarantine, but it was all manageable at the very least.
For now, he hopes to see something, someone, familiar. Either that, or he hopes to find a decent cup of tea and company that isn't entirely bothersome. And as he wanders, seeing no one familiar, he settles on the hope for tea. As long as it was strong. And maybe something sweet.]
Action: Marsiva
When: Feb. 17
[Good morning, Fleet! There's a young teen with dark blue-black hair wandering the Marsiva today. He's wearing a slightly more modern twist on Victorian era clothes and his right eye is wrapped with a bandage but it doesn't seem to be bothering him at all.
What does bother him though is to wake up somewhere entirely new with little knowledge in regards. At least, little compared to what he'd prefer. Going through this once when he arrived in Riverview Quarantine had been exhausting enough, but at least the experience had left him more adjusted to the level of technology here. It's not like his little house or the phones they had given the residents of the Quarantine, but it was all manageable at the very least.
For now, he hopes to see something, someone, familiar. Either that, or he hopes to find a decent cup of tea and company that isn't entirely bothersome. And as he wanders, seeing no one familiar, he settles on the hope for tea. As long as it was strong. And maybe something sweet.]

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[His tone is a little defensive.]
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[Ciel's arms cross and, finally, he moves to lean against the wall.]
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[Grievous leans forward as if to examine Ciel closer.]
Tell me, who are you and what world are you from?
[Maybe he's a bit curious now. While he wasn't one to easily make friends, it wasn't a wise idea to always antagonize everyone here either. Strategic alliances could be made. Or at least, finding information about others could prove helpful in the future.]
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I am the Earl of Phantomhive, Ciel. I was born on Earth. I came from a moon called Riverview Quarantine.
[Allies, Ciel will agree, are always a benefit. Whether that benefit is apparent in the near future is questionable though. It had taken him a little while to find use in Soma and Agni, after all.]
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I am General Grievous, of the Kaleesh. I am originally from Kalee but now I fight against the corruption of the Republic and the Jedi, leading the greatest droid army the galaxy has ever encountered.
[He speaks grandly; proud.]
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General. [A little nod of his head as polite recognition.]
I'm afraid none of that means much to me. Although, I admit, Earth is desperately far behind in comparison to Riverview and, from what I've gathered, this place. And yourself, of course.
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The technology here is... far behind some I know and yet above other planets I know of. A middle ground, perhaps.
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I'm sure it was disorienting. You at least had history to go off of, I would assume?
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[It's hard for him to judge, going from Victorian standards, to the far more advanced Riverview Quarantine, and then this. They barely had moving pictures in England, now they can transmit those videos with ease.]