Sebastian Michaelis | 001

[demon_andbutler]

Characters: Sebastian and YOU!
Where: The streets
When: January 31, afternoon
Status: Open

[... The place is FILTHY

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[playstheking]

[Ciel has chalk dust on his face when he spots Sebastian from across the way.

Walking back from the castle library, dabbing at at few spots of pink and blue chalk dust on his face (and making it worse, really,) is the young Earl. He's fared decently since arriving, despite the conditions, though he might not be dressed in the same pristine manner as usual. It's not bad, for Ciel.

He's just about to sneeze in a reaction to the dust on his nose when he notices. Notices the tall, thin, well-dressed man who is, in fact, his butler. He stares, mouth slightly agape, before pulling himself together.]

So. You were here, after all.

[demon_andbutler]

[Aha, how serendipitous! Here is his master. ...Looking a bit worse for wear, but certainly not the worst Sebastian has seen him. He approaches.]

I am here now, but I wasn't minutes ago. In fact, I was on my way to check the coke in the fires.

[His smile widens, just slightly, to indicate he knows full well what that means.]

How unfortunate that I was interrupted. [He tilts his head slightly.] Do you know where we are? I find it all rather strange.

[When a demon finds something strange, you know you're in trouble.]

[playstheking]

[Ah. The coke in the fires. Ciel's expression doesn't change much, but Sebastian seems to know that he's been pulled from directly before his well-planned "death." The plan couldn't proceed without Ciel there, anyway, so it hardly mattered. He wonders vaguely how the demon felt about being bait for a murderer.]

This city is called Cretan. It's-... well, as you can obviously see, it's centered around the common theme of chalk, of all things.

[He says this disdainfully. There's also dust on his sleeve.]

I haven't a clue as to who brought us here, or why. I need you to discover what exactly is going on so that I can return to my guests as quickly as possible.

[So you can, uh, attend to that fireplace.]

[demon_andbutler]

[He's partially annoyed and partially amused. And rather impressed, truth be told. It's an ingenious little set up.]

Ah. Cretan. What an apt title. [Although he means "cretin," really. Badum tssh.

He steps close enough to brush the chalk off Ciel's sleeve.] Of course, sir. Unfortunately, I will need a little more to go on than the city's name. I am not familiar with any such place. Unless we are on the island of Crete?