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graveyard part 4
 You wake up in an unfamiliar cabin. At first, it almost seems like you're in an entirely different place and that everything had been just a dream. The interior of the cabin looks nothing like the run-down, old-timey shacks that you had been living in before. Everything in here is sleek and modern, from the enormous flat-screen TV mounted on the wall to the fridge and mini-bars stocked with all your favorite foods. There aren't any individual rooms in here, just a common area large enough to house everyone comfortably, no matter how many more people join you...and there will be plenty more people joining you before the week is over. Because if you look outside the window, it quickly becomes clear that not only are you still in Prayer's Pass, but that you are no longer among the realm of the living. Judging from the tombstones directly outside, you're now in what had been the abandoned broken-down cabin in the graveyard. The cabin's not all that changed; the world outside has gone completely grey and everything you see appears to be faded and blurry. The only things that remain sharp and in color are what's inside the cabin, including your fellow ghosts. Occasionally, people who are still alive may enter, but it's clear that what they're seeing is completely different from what you're seeing. The door's unlocked; however, a mysterious force prevents you from stepping beyond the threshold, no matter how hard you may try. After all, this cabin is a cage for the dead - a gilded one, perhaps, but a cage nonetheless. On the flat-screen TV plays everything that is currently happening in the town. It will shut off once night starts...and something else will appear instead. |
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[PUFFS OUT CHEST PROUDLY!!]
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( Practically gushing. Ciel, if this keeps up, Spain's going to suggest joint custody.
Which basically means moving to Spain. )
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don't push your limits. THEY ARE FREE LIKE THE WIND]
He's cute, bright, and persevering! He gets his rough moments like a pup baring its fangs, but don't be fooled, he's definitely got a fierce bite as well!
[LITERALLY
vampire and all
and it's ok, gushing is perfectly fine, yes.]
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Ah, sí. You're right. ( He feels like he got a bit of a demonstration today, ) But he's still a good boy a heart and that's most important. You raised him well, Miss Ciel.
( And then there's a light behind his eyes and he brings his fist into the palm of his hand. Ah, he just remembered. )
Did you hear? Charles sends his greetings to you and Joshua where ever he is...
( SORRY HE FORGOT IT ALL IN THE SHOCK OF THE AFTERLIFE. )
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LOOK ANOTHER SIGN FROM GOD]
His heart is sensitive, but he does--
[--also what. she cuts herself off abruptly because WHAT.]
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--BUT NO!! She needs to calm back down. DEEP BREATHS... also ignore the mild flush on her cheeks ok, shhhh]
done...
the most maidensome bashful and HAPPY giggle that's ever left her vocal cords since her arrival...] It wasn't easy curbing his more violent tendencies, but I'm very glad it shone through! As for that, of course I have. Both of us would've done the same thing, after all. Speaking of which, I should get back to baking; time's still ticking, now!
ciel you loser
He'll watch Ciel, completely oblivious of her internal flailing. Look at her, she's so proud of her baby bat it's infectious. It makes him feel so warm and happy again... )
He's a little rough around the edges but it does shine. ( And Spain likes them best a little rough. They're more fun that way. ) Ah, you've been baking all day it seems. Please, take a break for a little longer. Boss Spain will take care of things for now, hm?
excuse you she is a fierce and proud mama henbear okok
shhhh it's ok. IT'S OK... no one needs to know. besides, charles would probably STRANGLE HIM if he ever hears that this is legitimately something someone dared say to ciel's face. #HEALTHY FAMILIES
but you know what
warm and happy are good things. so let's just roll with it. (b'_')b ]
Like a dark onyx of purest black under the sun of midday noon! Very distinct and inspiring despite the misleading demeanor. And please, I'm fine! When it comes to Charles, there could never be too many cakes. I'll have to give him an exceptional welcome, especially given how hard he's worked today by himself despite his worsening condition. It'll be the least that I can do, there will be plenty of time to rest afterwards~!