I am letting anyone in all of Adstringendum know, there is going to be a get-together at Londo's Casino, [x,y].

This gathering will be to assume a toast to all the people who have returned to their original homes, and left many friends still here in Adstringendum. This includes anyone from as long as people have been here, from the first person to ( Read more... )

I do wonder.. Why so many people are returning to their homes as of late.

Animus.. Perhaps you have started working properly? Or might that be the scientists. Either or, I can't quite say I care.

I do however, feel slightly, for the people who have lost friends. Is there any sort of way to give a sort of passing celebration? Not to say they've moved ( Read more... )

[No one will recognize the voices. No one beyond perhaps, Sebastian. The voice of a devious angel in passing, the hard voice of an uncaring innkeeper.

And the very familiar, demanding voice of Ciel. Demanding, that he have a room. That that man should know who he is, and he can charge it to London instead of Paris. Nothing works, and a door slams.

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 [He's sitting there, staring out the window. For once.. He doesn't look angry. He doesn't look upset or in pain or godforbid, happy. If anything.. He looks a little down. Maybe lonely, but it's unclear whether Ciel can even feel that sort of emotion.

Not only that... Something is definitely on his mind. His hand is fidgeting with a small tea-spoon ( Read more... )

 So guys. LOLSOME from Ely here.

My plus account just expired for Ciel here, and since I have over 15 icons, they've randomly chosen a bunch to use, and locked the rest, as per the norm.

The only thing being, they've been darling chaps, and given me almost ALL of my 'crossdressing' Ciel icons. You know.. His pink little dress.

SO. This is making it a ( Read more... )

[As the feed turns on, Ciel can be seen, the screen showing across a little table, with a delicately decorated table full of not quite interesting food, and a few cakes and sweets. Just infront of Ciel, is a slice of bon bon, newly touched as he cuts a piece off with his fork.

A little grin and he brings it to his mouth, letting it sit for a moment ( Read more... )

[He's sitting there, drinking his tea, glancing at the camera now and again; he knows it's on, but he's waiting until he's had at least one cookie, and a few more sips of his tea before speaking.]

...I think, to both young Uchiha, that you should learn to keep yourself hidden a little better.

I can just feel that something big is about to happen.

[He ( Read more... )

[Damn the kid looks tired, but at least he looks healthy again. And breathing okay; if you look the right of him, you can see his inhaler sitting on the pillow. He sits up, dressed in his sleeping gown, eye patch off, but the one eye closed for sure.]

Mm.. How long have I been asleep?

[As the feed flicks on, the screen displays a darkened room; only the outside light filtering through a nearby window illuminates part of the rather dank looking room. In one corner, Ciel can be seen. He looks incredibly tired; cheeks flushed, chest heaving.

He's wheezing again, that sickly sort of sound. His face is only visible from the chin up, ( Read more... )

[Muffled sound. No visual.. Footsteps, starting slow and casual. A door opens. Closes. More steps. Another door opens and closes. Now the steps are a little heavier; more impatient.

This continues for another four or five doors. the steps getting consecutively faster and more urgent as time goes on. By the end of it, the last door is slammed shut.]

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