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true frans don't need permission to break into each other's places!! ...wait

Who: Ciel and Charles
What: Charles~~' house looked weird from her stalking angle for a while now so Ciel just decided to go ahead and break in~~ gets a surprise housecall that he wasn't supposed to know about!! Shenanigans ensue, alas.
Where: 767 Bunker Street
When: Oct. 19th, ridiculous hour in the morning like at 2AM
Warnings: Possible spoilers for Tsukihime/Blood+, also casual talk of gore... will update this as needed!

[Not that Charles has been acting particularly suspicious of late, no. If anything, Ciel can honestly say that the babby bat's temperament has been improving. She'd know, with how much time she spends around the Chiropteran even if they're not remotely close in living together... How did this even happen.

BUT! What's essential is that for a while now, he seems to act... not quite as he used to, back at his place. NOT that Ciel actually keeps an active watch all the time to his house, but woman's intuition + her inherent passive perception ~~+ predisposed mama henbear instinct~~ + legit stalking has tipped her off to something unusual. ...Which coincides with around the time when Charles confirmed to her that he's traded Horace back at the post office, come to think of it!! He never DID tell her what he received in return, though there has been another few rounds of regains distributed since also, if she recalls correctly.

Either way, it's been something at the back of her mind for a while now, even if she's never given any serious thought to act upon the desire to investigate... Until now, apparently, when she just so happens to pass by during her usual patrol at ungodly hours. Ciel's no amateur at this, specializing in stealth and well deserving of her true profession and title of 'agent', so even if there are non-drone members within the household, she ought to be quiet and discreet enough to slip in by a window completely unnoticed. This theoretically shouldn't take long, she's just wondering if there's anything noteworthy in the house! That means checking the basement would be top priority, buuut she should be able to afford a side trip or two in the living room/study... Charles is out now, probably for his usual midnight stroll, so it should be fine, no worries!~

...Except when have things ever gone to plan, huh. Time is definitely going to end up passing faster than she'd expected, after coming across a certain discovery that she definitely couldn't have guessed. Now when is Charles coming home, she might just need to ask him about this in person, even if she has initially planned for him to NOT find out about her impromptu break-in...]

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[she halts 3 steps in.] Ah. I'm afraid that I've already overextended my part in this act, however, so I leave the rest in your capable hands, Father. I have utmost faith in your abilities though, so I'm sure that God will see you both soundly through this most arduous ordeal.

[nothing

at

all]

[Abel's feet halt not long after, and he turns quizzically to address his ~~partner in crime~~ associate.]

Ah? Is that so... [...]

[...heh. HEH.

the priest gently nudges his glasses up his nose with a suddenly bright and cheery smile, before giving her an enthusiastic thumb's up!!]

I'm sure your journey toward Charles' salvation has been quite tiring, Sister! I'd suggest getting some well-deserved rest, and to allow the Good Lord's graces wash over you for your dutiful service today! Please, leave the rest to me~!

That's... right. I've rattled him a bit already, in the past hour or two. ...Maybe more than just 'a bit', too, so...

[c-coughs...]

--That is! He may be a bit drained and emotionally unstable at the moment, just a warning in advance, but you must strike while the iron is still hot! [CIEL THAT'S COMPLETELY IRRELEVANT--] It does warm my heart so to hear you speak with such confidence, Father, so I'm very glad that you will be able to finish carrying out Our Divine Father's will by yourself. I shall see you again later, then?

[preps to exit stage right/keep watch outside of the house, in case Charles does try something because he's painfully transparent and she did push pretty hard... yep]

But of course, of course! We'll have to have tea soon, alright? Just the two of us! [to discuss Charles' inevitable and horrible experience into trolling, of course... OF COURSE...]

Please take care on your way, okay~? [he's offering a wave over his shoulder as he begins to amble for the stairs and Charles' direction. SEE YOU LATER GATOR...]

[not sure what's worse tbh

the fact that she could've spent the last few hours focused solely on trolling and they may very well have ended on the same square as now

or the fact that she HASN'T been trolling (as much as usual) but got the same results anyway...]

That sounds fine, I'll be by the usual place. Best of luck! May God guide us all.

[she totally means that last part. and with a cheeky wave, ciel will exit stage left... without really leaving the premises. Don't mind her just going to perch at a tall spot nearby to get a good view of the window to Charles' room, ok. Are those curtains open/see-through btw because if they are they will totally be taken advantage of. YEP...

okok now you two can knock yourselves out. :DDD]

[STEPS IN.....

Ciel will find that the curtains to his window are actually a very thick and heavy fabric, clearly not the kind that came with his Mayfield house. there's a decent gap at the right side though, like they were closed in a hurry.

AS FOR ABEL..... he'll find that the upper hall is dark save the sunlight coming up from the lower level since no one in this house is an early riser. the room at the very end of the hall is open just a crack and very dark on the other side... like every horror film ever... ~~at least he's not peering through the crack and making grudge noises~~]

[Abel doesn't seem to mind the ~dark~ and ~ominous~ atmosphere, honestly... maybe it's those rose-tinted glasses Ciel accuses him of wearing that're lightening things up a bit or something WHO KNOWS??

either way, he's cheery as ever-- maybe even... enthusiastic, dare one say? as he reaches the doorway in question, lifting his hand to knock.]

Charles...? Please, cease your tears, my son... The good Sister called for my assistance, and the Almighty has delivered me to you as soon as He possibly could. I will ease your suffering in due time, mm...?

[he'll just

push the door open, now....... thank you kindly...!!]

[dem windows sure are befitting of babbybat mcfancypants...

nah but really, she's just gonna be tending to her guard dog duty and keep watch outside, just in case. she was serious when she said charles was... not wholly his usual self. (...and it truly is cruel of her, to sic Abel on him despite knowing full well how mentally and emotionally drained the babby chiropteran is... ah well.) so let her play the role of an "assurance", alright? unless something drastic happens/charles makes a break out of his own house or whatnot, she'll stay put on a tall watch point nearby. YOU TWO CARRY ON...]

[who knows maybe he'll be grateful to her in the end, since he's more inclined to toss Abel around than he is Ciel... it could be good stress relief!!

EITHER WAY when Abel opens the door he'll find nothing out of sorts at all. Charles himself is seated by the window with a leather bound book in hand, already clearly expecting the intrusion.]

It's about time you arrived. You might be useless for most things, but you certainly are dependable when your leash is tugged. How quickly she's taught you to come when called! [whoops someone here clearly isn't in the mood for joking around...]

[oh, it's so good of you to make sure he doesn't get decapitated or something Ciel... he knew you loved him too (blushcats everywhere...)

he's poking his head in, slowly... and upon finding Charles in a seemingly docile position, he's finding enough bravery to step properly inside with a chuckle. the priest rubs into silver hair with the usual disarming sort of derpitude...

underneath which might be some mild concern because... hm. HMM. maybe he is a little stranger than the norm...]

Ah, well~! Then that means my work ethic is definitely improving! Haven't I told you how my demon boss would declaim my position back at home? I'm not very good at coming when called, actually...! Maybe you should be flattered I made it so quickly just for you, Charles!

To put my restless soul at ease in my final moments, hm? [that would take about ten priests more and possibly an exorcist... but it's the thought that counts, right?? too bad he doesn't have more appreciation in him... being a ~~fattydingdongs~~ ~~food vacuum~~ priest is such a thankless job.

he flips the book over before setting it down on his lap and folding his hands primly over its blank cover.]

Did you do it for me, I wonder? Am I what brought you here so quickly?

[NONSENSE Abel is totally the one for the tall task of putting Charles at ease in his final moments! definitely. yes. absolutely.

hm, hm... he's absently looking for something to sit on or a chair to drag over and lounge about upon while they have this little talk.]

Mm? You say that like you're trying to insinuate something, but... it's just us, isn't it? Who else would I have come for~?

[could abel even put himself at ease in his final moments lbr

he will find a chair near the dresser! plush and made of fine fabric, it's also pretty easy to tell that it (along with nearly everything else in the room) has been torn apart and built again from the bottom up to emulate a more decadent living space as opposed to the tacky American 1950s bedrooms. he'll be able to drag it over without Charles pitching a fit too, surprisingly.]

Who else but the person who requested your presence in the first place, isn't that so? I told her that I wanted a proper man of the cloth to read me my rites, you see, but it appears she doesn't think enough of me to grant that. I believe I'll save dying for another day now.

[we're not talking about that shhh shhhhh quiet now... mm, Charles' room is... well, very Charles-esque to be honest; it suits him and somehow it isn't terribly surprising that he's put so much effort into personalizing his private living space. it's a shame he's alloted a 'child' position, and so he'll only ever be 'entitled' to one room in the house in Mayfield's eyes.

Abel takes the chair over and situates it beside where the Chiropteran is lounged, taking his seat and fiddling with the rosary still clasped within his hands.]

It's true that Sister Ciel called me for my help, but... is it so hard to believe I'd have rushed over here with an extra jump in my step for you? Even if you might loathe when I say it out loud, I do consider you a very good friend, you know!

[he shifts, nudging at those glasses again. his perpetual cheer.... it fails to die...]

Ah! And it's nice to hear you won't be dying today at any rate...! It's a little depressing to go on missing you, even if Mayfield'll revive you in a day or two, right~? Plus, to be honest... I'm not very good at that whole 'last rite' business so it is a relief you don't need me for that kind of morbid task... Better to leave that to the professionals, mm? [WAVING HIS HAND IN DISMISSAL HAHA...] That's a lot of pressure to place on someone's shoulders and I'm pretty sure I'd have some kind of stroke in that sort of position...!

[he's only rambling because he has no idea what's really going on whatsoever, you know. the need to troll you is all he's got to go on, you poor thing...]

[fortunately for him, he doesn't need to be entitled to the other rooms in order to bully people out of them! how do you think he got hold of the master bedroom in the first place.....

this is the room he's put the most effort into though, and he's (seemingly) at ease in it even with company; a rarity that should be a warning in and of itself. run Abel run while you can]

A good friend indeed, to hurry your pace like that. [...] You're fortunate, you know. Most people would be a little offended to have someone rush to them at the prospect of their passing. [welcome to the Charles Purposely Misconstrues Everything game!! he leans forward a little, looking conspiratorial in an almost teasing way.]

But it's good, that. Truly fortunate, to be spared your duties. No one enjoys dirtying their hands, yes?

Edited (repetitiooooon) 2012-10-31 08:19 (UTC)

[Abel seems to playing the oblivious card when it comes to Charles' little game of Misconstrue Everything, because he's only laughing and waving his hand in dismissal in return.]

No, no... of course not! But sloth is a sin, isn't it? So, I should at least try to work hard every now and then...

What better a cause then pacifying the tumultuous soul of my dearest friend in Mayfield, hm?

[well then he will be very Good-Natured™ about the whole thing and laugh, too. just frands having a good time here nothing to see move along move along!!]

True, true. It is certainly unbecoming of a priest to display the very traits he preaches against. [setting his book off to the side table near his chair, which is already loaded up with a whole stack of them.]

But you know now that my soul isn't in need of your ferrying services yet, so I'll have to ask you to take your leave. I'll only ask once, since I'm a little tired and it would be too difficult for me to keep up with you today.

[he wonders if Charles' regains have been mostly books, looking at his humble abode now and seeing it littered with them. they definitely can't be Mayfield's wares, considering how unappetizing they would be to the likes of babby bat...

but his attention is drawn away as he nudges-- yet again-- at those glasses, clearing his throat and looking suitably dumb and surprised.]

Ah-- you're feeling tired, Charles? Was Sister's company draining on you today? I don't want to keep you up if you're under the weather, but... how about you let me brew you a cup of chamomile tea and I read you a bed time story? I could even tuck you in~! When's the last time you let someone tuck you in, hm? Hmm?

[if you thought you were getting rid of him

...Charles...]

[MORE THAN HE'D LIKE TO ADMIT but at least he got some wine back in between the flood of books, that was a nice break... the question gets a little snort of amusement from him as opposed to his usual snappy irritation, and he shrugs.]

It has been a while. That sort of thing is soothing, is it not? Teas and bedtime stories, I mean. [OH NOSTALGIA. while speaking, he stands from his chair and brushes nonexistent dirt from his knees before offering a hand out toward Abel.

but he should know better than to take it by now

right]

[a Charles who is not irate and quick to punt him out the door by force if necessary... Abel doesn't know what to do with this honestly he's so perplexed AND TRUTHFULLY it's genuinely creepy to hear Charles nostalgic in agreement with him for once in his life

CHARLES ARE YOU LEGITIMATELY DYING NO PLEASE

DON'T

DO THAT

...but the priest is looking decidedly perplexed and confused, sort of dumbly... taking that hand

let's call it morbid curiosity, or blame the priest's distracted state. he seems genuinely caught off-guard by his friend's demeanor, here.]

...Ah, if that's the case... it's not like I'd mind at all! I do that kind of thing for Cain all the time, you know...? I might even be good at it! You'd be surprised--!

[the mental image of tucking Charles in is precious........

...and ruined by the thought that it would only happen if said Charles was also lighting him on fire while he was distracted or something of the like.]

[if he was legitimately dying why would he be spouting nostalgia all over Abel!!! HE'S A PROACTIVE... die-er...?!

anyway up you go priest, up up. he tugs the hand in his own gently, indicating that he wants said loser off of his nicely furnished chair and standing.]

You would do that for me? [yes enjoy the precious mental image of Charles tucking people in and lighting them on fire while it lasts...]

[a... ah. what is happening?!

Charles has successfully thrown Abel off his game to an impressive degree...! enough so that the priest is lookin down at him in continued perplexity as he's tugged to his feet. the gentility is thoroughly unexpected...]

Ah... of course I would! I'd do a great many things for you, Charles... don't you know that?

[and amidst the trolling there was sincerity.......

which will probably get taken as more trolling, but whatevs man. sometimes, that's how it goes.]

[gotta keep you church losers on guard! and, continuing to do just that, his expression shifts from quiet thoughtfulness to sour irritation in the time it takes him to look toward their hands.]

Would you? [TROLLING OR NOT he doesn't sound at all convinced!!] How many? Would any of them be worth anything to me at all? Because teas and bedtime stories are a comfort, but I can't enjoy them, you know? I could, once. I do miss sleeping at times. [oh boy here comes the wistful nostalgia again, but it doesn't last long this time before he's bouncing to his toes and looking rather pleased about god knows what.]

So could you do something else for me? [is his grip tightening? no way that's just silly!!]

--wait one sec just going to make a call for pizza delivery before we start--

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