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( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 6
Like it or not, you've been dragged from your world into the sanctum. It's a pretty nice city, all things considered--sci-fi, high-tech, glamourous.... Except, of course, for the giant dome encircling it, and the threat of glitching, contaminated zombies at your door. Looks like humanity's built itself a fortress that looks suspiciously like a cage, too. Toss in the odd memory blanks and the everpresent logo of Bifrons incorporated and it's enough to make someone paranoid.
The object of this meme is to get people familiar with the world of the Sanctum, and to try to see if their characters would fit in a sci-fi utopia such as this. Here are your options:
1. Intro: Waking Up. Make your intro post, folks. You wake up in a strange place, and get a strange transmission to go with it. There's a pair of glasses connected to some sort of communications network, but otherwise not much else in the room with you. What are you going to do?
2. Environmental Glitching. You know the story of Noah? No? Now you're living it. Sealed portions of the districts are overfilling with water, flooding streets, fields, and select city blocks. Do you climb up to get to safety, shut off the water, or find a way to break down the barrier to the next sector over?
3. Genetic Altering. What it says on the tin. Except...it's not quite gone right, has it? Are you supposed to spit acid when you hiccup? Are your insides acid resistant? No? Oh dear. Warped experiments gone wrong, your augmentation has twisted around on you for horrific or hilarious results.
4. Memory Glitch. No one knows your face. You don't exist on the network. In fact...you're not all that certain you are who you think you are anyway. Haven't you always lived here?
5. Military Training. Everyone's got to start somewhere. You're training the green folks, maybe you're one of the newcomers yourself. Maybe you haven't even touched a gun before in your life. Either way, you'd better start now.
6. Outside the Dome You're out and about without an armed escort, suited up against the atmosphere and dysthropes. It's supposed to be a green sector in this run down shell of what used to be a suburb, right? Nothing could possibly go wrong
7. Wildcard. Choose your own adventure or create a cocktail from the presented options! The choice is YOURS.
Ciel Phantomhive | Kuroshitsuji | Option 1
He forces himself to sit upright, breathing slowly and looking around the room. Something still feels off though and he reaches towards his back, fingers brushing against the ports. Suddenly it's hard to keep him breathing slow and he tries digging his nails into it. This isn't right and he can't help but think about when he was younger, when the cult had branded him. When he'd made a deal with a demon.]
Sebastian!
[The demon isn't there though. Not that he can tell. And it takes a moment for Ciel to calm himself down and get to his feet.
First things first, getting changed out of the ridiculous gown he'd woken up in and covering his Faustian Contract. It takes him awhile to get dressed though, a little over ten minutes. It's infinitely more quick for him to slip his eyepatch over his contract at least and quickly picks up the communicator, looking it over.
The message is disturbing. Sickening, in fact, but he's been through more than most people would expect of a thirteen year old. He wishes her still had his gun, it's the one thing that was missing when he'd found his belongings.
He takes a moment to study the communicator before turning on an audio broadcast.]
I am Earl Ciel Phantomhive. I serve her majesty, Queen Victoria. Any servant of my household, if here, should contact me immediately.
[A short pause.] Sebastian, if you're here, this is an order. Find me. Right now.
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Sebastian contains his fury with a breath of effort, then goes about dressing quickly before tucking away the hospital gown. The cloth might come in handy later. At the least, he has the clothes befitting a Phantomhive butler. And the contract on his hand serves as a reminder that even here, that remains a truth.
Meaning Ciel had to be around somewhere.
Which, there was the message. An order that curves a smile to an irritated demon. He answers swiftly, tone brisk.]
At once, my young master.
[Just as soon as he can figure out where Ciel happens to be. Since he can't simply summon himself to the lord's side.
He'll go door to door if he has to, and eventually he finally opens the right door. Mouth only a little strained.]
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He does move to the doorway though, pushing the door open and settling there to wait. At the moment, he can't tell that anything is different about Sebastian. All he knows is that he's here and that he still has a Faustian contract in his eye. So Sebastian is still, in some way, connected to him.
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For once Ciel makes it easy to be found, he's not even in any immediate danger. And given Sebastian's current...challenge, that's a good thing. Still, he looks over the young lord, checking and noting with some criticism the state of dress. With a quiet little sigh he simply steps up and sets about straightening everything.
He was a Phantomhive butler. Even here. And he'll continue to play that part.
Whatever would Ciel do without him?]
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He can't help the faintest of huffs at his clothes being readjusted but it's better that they be fixed and he make a better impression on those they meet. Thank god his message had been purely audio rather than a recording. Ciel would have been appalled if anyone had seen him in a disheveled state.]
Have you learned anything more than that message we were left?
[Honestly? He'd be pretty lost without Sebastian. Imagine him trying to dress himself every day.]
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The question has him sigh, lips turning down in an annoyed frown.]
Not at this time, I'm afraid. I arrived moments before your message.
[And his usual methods of quick information are kind of absent. Not that he's going to outright say so right there. Anyone could overhear.]
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Then you've no better idea than I have about these things on our backs. [How irritating. And he's unarmed as well which, considering the message he'd found, was disadvantageous.] My gun wasn't with my belongings.
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Or other unmentionable in polite society things.
He's a polite demon, okay? When it suits him.
Sebastian stands and dusts himself off. How do you human. :/]
We will just have to arm ourselves. [And that's annoying. Yes. Very annoying.]
Shall we?
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Hopefully it won't be too difficult to find proper weapons here. With those things out there though, I can't see why they'd make it difficult.
[He takes a moment to shift about in his clothes once they're fixed, getting comfortable before nodding.]
Let's go. No sense standing around here.
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He makes a sound of agreement and steps back with bow to let Ciel lead the way. As if either of them knew where anything was.]
Of course.
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And even if neither of them knew where they were going, they would learn a bit by simply wandering. So that's what they might as well do.]
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Ciel, feel special. You made him a good butler.
Sebastian follows just behind and to the right of his master, keeping an eye out for anything useful that Ciel might miss for lack of experience, or lack of sight.]
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Once they're outside, Ciel stops and looks around. Beyond this point, he really has no idea where to go. This place isn't as easy to navigate, he's sure, as London. It certainly looks nothing like it.]
We should find somewhere to gather information. Or someone.