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driftfleet2019-02-17 02:54 am
sweetlies) wrote in 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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He's not used to strangers worrying about if he's alright. A few had on his last world but it still isn't something he's used to.]
I'm alright. I'm much sturdier than I seem.
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[What?]
I've got a strong will, as anyone in my family should
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I suppose so. I wouldn't say I have a strong heart though.
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[Actually, he reminds Ciel a little bit of Prince Soma. And a pang of homesickness hits him for the first time in almost a year.]
I know a few people who might agree with you.
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[Lizzie too.]
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[Sora would adore Lizzie, though. Let's be real.]