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Introduction
(Kuroshitsuji was Created by FunImation - http://funimation.com/blackbutler/ )
The Duke of Timberline and his wife were proud, happy parents. Nobles of the highest caliber, they existed purely for the good of others. He worked at the head of Scotland Yard, investigating murders and other heinous crimes. She was a prominent doctor, saving lives every day.
And the son they loved admired them both. More than they could know.
In one night of horror and pain, the lives of Anthony and Constance Timberline came crashing down on top of them. Neither of them would survive the night.
And in a way, neither would their beloved son.
For a boy of ten years, walking into his parents’ room after a terrifying nightmare, only to find them both torn to pieces, their blood coating the walls… it must have been a traumatizing experience, to say the least.
But then… I would not know.
It is difficult to traumatize a demon.
The Duke of Timberline. He is my Young Master. I do not know exactly why he called me; with the deaths of his parents almost a year in the past, he has been living on the streets ever since. You would think he would know how to take are of himself, even if he was a broken shell.
Still… I should be grateful to that gang of drunkards who cornered my Young Master and his little friend in the alley where they slept. If they had not attempted to mug this broken boy…
I would still be bored as hell.
I am new to this service; living as a butler. Not many demons have dared to do it, in the past. It may be difficult, serving the hopeless whims and fancies of mankind.
But for a soul like his… destroyed before it lost its innocence… any torture is worth it.
And so I shall serve my Young Master, ever faithful, until the…
Until his very last breath.
@}-’-,--
This roleplay will begin during the attack on the boys in the alley. It will be up to the one roleplaying the Heir to actually summon dear James.
Character Skeleton for the Boys –
Name:
Age: (the Heir is 11)
Gender: (I don’t need to tell you…)
Role: (the Heir, the Friend, or the Maid?)
Appearance: (full sentences, at least a paragraph, go deeply into detail please, and include an anime picture)
Personality: (same as appearance, except you don’t need a picture…)
Likes:
Dislikes:
Hobbies:
Fears:
Life Goal:
Crush: (if you have one…)
History: (though much of it was just explained…)
Character Skeleton for the Butler –
Name:
Appearance: (full sentences, at least a paragraph, go deeply into detail please, and include an anime picture)
Personality: (same as appearance, except you don’t need a picture… he should be similar to Sebastian)
Likes:
Dislikes:
Hobbies:
Mark: (please include a picture of the Demonic Contract)
Animal Form:
Demonic Form:
The Duke of Timberline and his wife were proud, happy parents. Nobles of the highest caliber, they existed purely for the good of others. He worked at the head of Scotland Yard, investigating murders and other heinous crimes. She was a prominent doctor, saving lives every day.
And the son they loved admired them both. More than they could know.
In one night of horror and pain, the lives of Anthony and Constance Timberline came crashing down on top of them. Neither of them would survive the night.
And in a way, neither would their beloved son.
For a boy of ten years, walking into his parents’ room after a terrifying nightmare, only to find them both torn to pieces, their blood coating the walls… it must have been a traumatizing experience, to say the least.
But then… I would not know.
It is difficult to traumatize a demon.
The Duke of Timberline. He is my Young Master. I do not know exactly why he called me; with the deaths of his parents almost a year in the past, he has been living on the streets ever since. You would think he would know how to take are of himself, even if he was a broken shell.
Still… I should be grateful to that gang of drunkards who cornered my Young Master and his little friend in the alley where they slept. If they had not attempted to mug this broken boy…
I would still be bored as hell.
I am new to this service; living as a butler. Not many demons have dared to do it, in the past. It may be difficult, serving the hopeless whims and fancies of mankind.
But for a soul like his… destroyed before it lost its innocence… any torture is worth it.
And so I shall serve my Young Master, ever faithful, until the…
Until his very last breath.
@}-’-,--
This roleplay will begin during the attack on the boys in the alley. It will be up to the one roleplaying the Heir to actually summon dear James.
Characters
taken ~Justice Timberline~ taken
The broken shell of the boy he once was, with the skills he learned from his revered parents, he will find out who murdered them, and why. And he will use the butler he loves to destroy the people who have offended him.
taken ~Liam Bombardier~ taken
The demonic butler of the Heir of Timberline, he will serve his Young Master until the boy takes his very last breath. He takes good care of the boy, shows fatherly affection to him. And then, in the very end, the Butler will be the only one who really wins. (If you take this role, expect to have a message sent to you by Everscale detailing who the Maid is.)
taken ~Lyndon~ taken
A boy who met the Heir during his hopeless wanderings in the streets of London. Born on the streets himself, he helped the Heir survive the year he spent on the streets. He is the one person in the world that the Heir calls a friend, and the only person beside James for whom the Heir feels any form of affection. He is also the only other boy in the world who knows what the Butler really is. He works as a servant in the Timberline family.
taken ~Kimberly Anne Elizabeth Marie~ taken
The woman who mysteriously appeared on the doorstep of the Timberline family mansion. The Heir did not know her, the Friend did not know her, but the Butler allowed her to come and work in the mansion. Only who knows who she really is. (She will come in after the attack on the boys. If you wish to take this role, send a private message to Everscale, and I will send you the character skeleton necessary for her, and you will be told what she truly is.)
taken ~Giselle~ taken
A spirited young Reaper with a deep-seated desire to have a real relationship. She spent a great deal of time in the East End of London, fraternizing with humans in the pub there, drinking and dancing and singing. She found herself watching the Friend, mostly ignoring the Heir, until the presence of a demon appeared beside him.
taken ~Justice Timberline~ taken
The broken shell of the boy he once was, with the skills he learned from his revered parents, he will find out who murdered them, and why. And he will use the butler he loves to destroy the people who have offended him.
taken ~Liam Bombardier~ taken
The demonic butler of the Heir of Timberline, he will serve his Young Master until the boy takes his very last breath. He takes good care of the boy, shows fatherly affection to him. And then, in the very end, the Butler will be the only one who really wins. (If you take this role, expect to have a message sent to you by Everscale detailing who the Maid is.)
taken ~Lyndon~ taken
A boy who met the Heir during his hopeless wanderings in the streets of London. Born on the streets himself, he helped the Heir survive the year he spent on the streets. He is the one person in the world that the Heir calls a friend, and the only person beside James for whom the Heir feels any form of affection. He is also the only other boy in the world who knows what the Butler really is. He works as a servant in the Timberline family.
taken ~Kimberly Anne Elizabeth Marie~ taken
The woman who mysteriously appeared on the doorstep of the Timberline family mansion. The Heir did not know her, the Friend did not know her, but the Butler allowed her to come and work in the mansion. Only who knows who she really is. (She will come in after the attack on the boys. If you wish to take this role, send a private message to Everscale, and I will send you the character skeleton necessary for her, and you will be told what she truly is.)
taken ~Giselle~ taken
A spirited young Reaper with a deep-seated desire to have a real relationship. She spent a great deal of time in the East End of London, fraternizing with humans in the pub there, drinking and dancing and singing. She found herself watching the Friend, mostly ignoring the Heir, until the presence of a demon appeared beside him.
Character Skeleton for the Boys –
Name:
Age: (the Heir is 11)
Gender: (I don’t need to tell you…)
Role: (the Heir, the Friend, or the Maid?)
Appearance: (full sentences, at least a paragraph, go deeply into detail please, and include an anime picture)
Personality: (same as appearance, except you don’t need a picture…)
Likes:
Dislikes:
Hobbies:
Fears:
Life Goal:
Crush: (if you have one…)
History: (though much of it was just explained…)
Character Skeleton for the Butler –
Name:
Appearance: (full sentences, at least a paragraph, go deeply into detail please, and include an anime picture)
Personality: (same as appearance, except you don’t need a picture… he should be similar to Sebastian)
Likes:
Dislikes:
Hobbies:
Mark: (please include a picture of the Demonic Contract)
Animal Form:
Demonic Form:
Rules
1) No power-playing/god-modding.
2) Posts must be at least 5 good sentences long, and please describe your character's thoughts and surroundings. It's much more entertaining that way.
3) You must post at least once a day, unless you have told Everscale otherwise.
4) One character per person.
5) Romance is encouraged, but nothing too explicit.
6) Yes, this is a shonen ai roleplay. Boy love. Don't complain. Homophobia will not be tolerated.
7) Swear sparsely. It does not befit a butler to have a foul mouth.
8) Use the character skeleton.
9) Make sure your profiles are good and detailed, or you won't be accepted.
2) Posts must be at least 5 good sentences long, and please describe your character's thoughts and surroundings. It's much more entertaining that way.
3) You must post at least once a day, unless you have told Everscale otherwise.
4) One character per person.
5) Romance is encouraged, but nothing too explicit.
6) Yes, this is a shonen ai roleplay. Boy love. Don't complain. Homophobia will not be tolerated.
7) Swear sparsely. It does not befit a butler to have a foul mouth.
8) Use the character skeleton.
9) Make sure your profiles are good and detailed, or you won't be accepted.
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OOC Notes
Justice had only just settled into his thick bed of rags to sleep through the night. They'd never had trouble sleeping once the sun was down. None of the nobles wanted to bother with them; they had all returned to their homes or hidden up in their brothels. And none of the street-folk wanted to bug them, either. All of them were trying to sleep, too. Determined to get some rest before the nobles came back out and made themselves available to pick-pockets and con-men.
So Justice had never expected to find himself surrounded on all sides, escape through the mouth of the alley cut off. There were five of them; big, burly men. He'd heard about them in his investigations of the crime-life in the city of London. A group of powerful men who had been working for the last couple of months to gain power over the underworld of London.
He hadn't really been concerned with them. He was just a street-rat, after all.
But he wasn't just a street-rat. He'd been a noble, once.
And these men seemed to know that.
They had fallen on Justice, and on his companion, while they were asleep. He'd never thought that it would happen, but it had. And now, with one arm severely injured, an eye filled with blood, and a knife buried to the hilt in his thigh, there was no chance of escape.
Why now? He found himself thinking. After all this time? I'm not ready to die...
And he found himself reaching out, hunting for that voice. That voice surrounded in shadows, which was not a human voice, and sounded as though it never had been.
The demonic voice which had spoken to him several times before, in moments of terror, pain, and crisis.
Are you still there?! He called out. Do you still desire me soul?!
(This roleplay begins with the attack on the boys, during which Justice summons Liam.)
So Justice had never expected to find himself surrounded on all sides, escape through the mouth of the alley cut off. There were five of them; big, burly men. He'd heard about them in his investigations of the crime-life in the city of London. A group of powerful men who had been working for the last couple of months to gain power over the underworld of London.
He hadn't really been concerned with them. He was just a street-rat, after all.
But he wasn't just a street-rat. He'd been a noble, once.
And these men seemed to know that.
They had fallen on Justice, and on his companion, while they were asleep. He'd never thought that it would happen, but it had. And now, with one arm severely injured, an eye filled with blood, and a knife buried to the hilt in his thigh, there was no chance of escape.
Why now? He found himself thinking. After all this time? I'm not ready to die...
And he found himself reaching out, hunting for that voice. That voice surrounded in shadows, which was not a human voice, and sounded as though it never had been.
The demonic voice which had spoken to him several times before, in moments of terror, pain, and crisis.
Are you still there?! He called out. Do you still desire me soul?!
(This roleplay begins with the attack on the boys, during which Justice summons Liam.)
OOC Notes
Lyndon was only slightly better off, sustained deep cuts and several bone fractures. He panted, taking deep breaths in an effort to stay conscious. But he was fading fast and this lot didn't seem keen on leaving them alone anytime soon. He kept himself between Justice and the men. Nobles weren't meant to be killed by a bunch of thugs. No. That was a fate for people living on the streets. People who had to steal to live.
People like him.
He looked back at Justice, seeing that he seemed to be thinking hard about something.
People like him.
He looked back at Justice, seeing that he seemed to be thinking hard about something.
OOC Notes
Liam sat in a small public library, sipping on some warm tea. It wasn't exactly the most phenomenal tea that had ever passed his lips but he supposed it was decent enough. He was rereading one of his favourite novels, 'Dracula' by Bram Stoker, a rather compelling novel that was actually worth reading. And, to him, it was rather hard to find an excellent book worth reading these days. Taking another sip of his tea he unexpectedly shut the novel, thinking about the young boy he was rather intrigued about. It was why he even bothered staying in this crumby place, Liam having more important places to be. He had tried to leave but he just ended up back in the same place; the boy wasn't like most. His soul still remained so pure and innocent while he remained a broke shell, it was interesting to him. Besides, the other important things could always wait; Liam's curiosity always took priority.
He looked up suddenly, a young voice calling out to him. It was the boys’ voice, that he was certain of, and it was calling for his help. He smirked and placed the book down along with his tea, walking out of the library at a rather brisk pace, trying to think back to the voice. He searched in his mind and took off towards the alley way where he knew the two boys would be, getting there in a outstanding time. What would normally take a human ten minutes to get there he got there in around ten seconds, his small sparrow form to thank for that. He paused outside of the street to transform back into his human form, striding into the alley way with a calm confidence that he knew would bother the men.
"Well hello there men, Lyndon, Justice," He greeting, his smirk still gracing his facial features. "You called?" He directed his gaze to Justice, waiting for the boy to say something.
He looked up suddenly, a young voice calling out to him. It was the boys’ voice, that he was certain of, and it was calling for his help. He smirked and placed the book down along with his tea, walking out of the library at a rather brisk pace, trying to think back to the voice. He searched in his mind and took off towards the alley way where he knew the two boys would be, getting there in a outstanding time. What would normally take a human ten minutes to get there he got there in around ten seconds, his small sparrow form to thank for that. He paused outside of the street to transform back into his human form, striding into the alley way with a calm confidence that he knew would bother the men.
"Well hello there men, Lyndon, Justice," He greeting, his smirk still gracing his facial features. "You called?" He directed his gaze to Justice, waiting for the boy to say something.
OOC Notes
The men seemed utterly confused by Liam's appearance. They'd never seen anyone like him; and they'd been certain that there was no one around. They'd made sure to check. And no one was ever around, at this time of night... Except them.
So who was this...?
Justice looked up, narrowing his eyes at Liam. Well, eye, really. The one filled with blood couldn't see anything, anyways.
"Fine," He whispered in a rather defeated voice, "You win. Make the contract. Serve me."
He'd resisted as long as he could. For months, he had maintained that he would survive on his own. That he didn't need help from some odd creature; some demon. He wanted to find the strength his father had seen in him.
But if he died, he wouldn't have the chance to find it.
And so he gave in. He would give this demon his soul, when the time came.
The trade was service until death.
So who was this...?
Justice looked up, narrowing his eyes at Liam. Well, eye, really. The one filled with blood couldn't see anything, anyways.
"Fine," He whispered in a rather defeated voice, "You win. Make the contract. Serve me."
He'd resisted as long as he could. For months, he had maintained that he would survive on his own. That he didn't need help from some odd creature; some demon. He wanted to find the strength his father had seen in him.
But if he died, he wouldn't have the chance to find it.
And so he gave in. He would give this demon his soul, when the time came.
The trade was service until death.
OOC Notes
Lyndon stared as well. How the hell had the man known who they were? He wanted to move. To say something. But he was exhausted, blood red as his hair streamed down his face as the world began to go in and out of focus.
"Wh-who...re...you?" He asked, trailing off as he looked up at the imposing man.
"Wh-who...re...you?" He asked, trailing off as he looked up at the imposing man.
OOC Notes
Liam felt his smirk turn into a full-fledged grin before nodding at the boy. He would draw up the contract later, letting the boy choose where his mark would go on his small body. Liam could see it in his eye, the one that seemed to be leaking blood. He would have to take care of that later and he had no fear that either boy would do, his talent in the medical field as impeccable as all of his other talents. He turned sharply towards the men, the ones the seemed confused and angry at the same time; they had never expected to be interrupted and like most dim witted humans, they allowed themselves to all take part in the killing, not even leaving one person to check for intruders.
But then again, they would never have a chance against him regardless.
In one swift movement Liam managed to get to the man closest to the two children, his hand grasping around his neck, blocking his air inside of his windpipe. He watched as all of the others froze, giving him the time he wanted. He could already see the confusion from his quick movements and like all normal things, once they were confused, they got afraid. "So, tell me Young Master, where would you like the symbol to be? And what is my order with these gentlemen?" He asked calmly, his voice showing hints of amusement.
But then again, they would never have a chance against him regardless.
In one swift movement Liam managed to get to the man closest to the two children, his hand grasping around his neck, blocking his air inside of his windpipe. He watched as all of the others froze, giving him the time he wanted. He could already see the confusion from his quick movements and like all normal things, once they were confused, they got afraid. "So, tell me Young Master, where would you like the symbol to be? And what is my order with these gentlemen?" He asked calmly, his voice showing hints of amusement.
OOC Notes
The man struggled weakly in Liam's grasp. The grasp that no human could break. He was choking...
His comrades made no move to help him.
Justice raised a trembling hand to touch the blood-filled skin around his eye.
"Here," He whispered, "Where I will always see that it is there."
And then his eyes lit with malice, and his voice shot up out of his usual whisper. That quiet, polite boy seemed to vanish.
"Kill them!"
His comrades made no move to help him.
Justice raised a trembling hand to touch the blood-filled skin around his eye.
"Here," He whispered, "Where I will always see that it is there."
And then his eyes lit with malice, and his voice shot up out of his usual whisper. That quiet, polite boy seemed to vanish.
"Kill them!"
OOC Notes
Lyndon's eyes widened as he watched the exchange. Obviously, he had a lot to learn about his friend if magical butlers just appeared and did whatever he wanted. He was slumped against an alley wall down, struggling to stay on his feet. The redhead forced himself to watch as the dark haired man showed no mercy to the thugs. And for that one moment, he desired the type of strength he had. The strength to protect his friends and himself for that matter.
OOC Notes
The words were melodies to Liam's ears. Just where he had envisioned it on the boy. With a quick snap of his loose hand he knew that the mark would be burning into his eye, causing him just a bit more pain than she be normal but Liam paid it no heed, knowing that the boy would be fine in a few minutes. It was normal bonding over the contract and Liam felt his burn the same way the boys would, although the demon was already used to the crescent shaped mark burning on his neck. His attention turned fully to the men and his eyes flashed red for just a moment.
"Yes Young Master," The butler now told his new master, a malicious grin forming on his face. He tightened the grip on the burly man’s neck and heard a small crunch as soon as he felt the windpipe cave in and he tossed him aside. The other men looked at him in terror but they all assumed that they would be safe, their knives being their safety blanket. Liam just chuckled, how naive. He leaped forward at the next man, the one who had tried to lunge for him, a rather large butcher knife in his hands. Liam just grabbed his wrist and twisted it, causing him to drop the weapon with a quick cry. Liam bent down faster than a normal human could, his hands grabbing the knife and throwing it at another man who had tried to run away, the hilt landing perfectly at the back of his head, the kill instantaneous. The man who’s wrist he was holding cussed at him and called to his friends who both decided to charge Liam at the same time.
Did they really think they would have strength in numbers? Pathetic. The first man, who came storming with a blind rage failed to notice Liam place the other man in front of him, the knife going neatly between his shoulder blades and piercing his heart before Liam dropped him, pulling the knife out from between his heart and stabbing the other man through the head with it. Liam watched with an almost comedic interest as the last man paused and thought better of attacking Liam. He could practically see the gears turning inside of the large man’s head but Liam just grinned once more and sprinted over to the man faster than possibly allowed and snapped his neck quickly.
"Anything else Young Master?" Liam turned to the boy, noticing the discomfort on his face. He knew the burning must be stopping by now because he could feel his own start to cool off but he still needed to fix both of their injuries as well as hide the bodies.
It would prove to be a rather long night but it would be worth it for a soul like his.
"Yes Young Master," The butler now told his new master, a malicious grin forming on his face. He tightened the grip on the burly man’s neck and heard a small crunch as soon as he felt the windpipe cave in and he tossed him aside. The other men looked at him in terror but they all assumed that they would be safe, their knives being their safety blanket. Liam just chuckled, how naive. He leaped forward at the next man, the one who had tried to lunge for him, a rather large butcher knife in his hands. Liam just grabbed his wrist and twisted it, causing him to drop the weapon with a quick cry. Liam bent down faster than a normal human could, his hands grabbing the knife and throwing it at another man who had tried to run away, the hilt landing perfectly at the back of his head, the kill instantaneous. The man who’s wrist he was holding cussed at him and called to his friends who both decided to charge Liam at the same time.
Did they really think they would have strength in numbers? Pathetic. The first man, who came storming with a blind rage failed to notice Liam place the other man in front of him, the knife going neatly between his shoulder blades and piercing his heart before Liam dropped him, pulling the knife out from between his heart and stabbing the other man through the head with it. Liam watched with an almost comedic interest as the last man paused and thought better of attacking Liam. He could practically see the gears turning inside of the large man’s head but Liam just grinned once more and sprinted over to the man faster than possibly allowed and snapped his neck quickly.
"Anything else Young Master?" Liam turned to the boy, noticing the discomfort on his face. He knew the burning must be stopping by now because he could feel his own start to cool off but he still needed to fix both of their injuries as well as hide the bodies.
It would prove to be a rather long night but it would be worth it for a soul like his.
OOC Notes
Justice stared at Laim. Accustomed to bloodshed, he'd watched the whole affair without batting an eyelash. One hand hovered over his sightless eye, which had been burning, and was only starting to calm down.
Slowly, he became aware that hew as trembling. The hole in his leg, where the knife still sat buried, began to throb mercilessly. He swayed, watching in distant fascination as the ground tilted up towards him. Why was it doing that? Didn't the ground usually stay at about he same level, as long as you did...?
Well, that must be the answer then.
It occurred to him just before he hit the ground that he must have fainted.
Slowly, he became aware that hew as trembling. The hole in his leg, where the knife still sat buried, began to throb mercilessly. He swayed, watching in distant fascination as the ground tilted up towards him. Why was it doing that? Didn't the ground usually stay at about he same level, as long as you did...?
Well, that must be the answer then.
It occurred to him just before he hit the ground that he must have fainted.
OOC Notes
Lyndon crawled towards Justice, barely able to support himself by this point. "J-Justice... Hey.." He shook the boy lightly, struggling to hold himself up as he continued to bleed out of his wounds. At this point, he didn't have much time left. He looked to Liam and smiled at their saviour. "Hey...you.....y-yo..'ll protect him...ight?" He asked, hugging the blond to himself. His dearest friend was safe.
Good.
He wouldn't be able to die in peace if he couldn't even protect the younger boy.
Good.
He wouldn't be able to die in peace if he couldn't even protect the younger boy.
OOC Notes
Liam watched the boy pass out and rolled his eyes; the other one not that far past consciousness anyways. Though he looked at his poor face and felt bad. "Don't worry, you'll both be fine; let me take care of it." He said then just shrugged and picked up three bodies in each arm, peeking outside the alley way before striding out, walking down to the river and just dumping the bodies there. Liam didn't mind if anyone would find the bodies or not, in fact he sort of wished someone would, the investigation would prove to be interesting. He knew for a fact no obvious evidence pointed his way so he would be fine and even if it did, it would be amusing.
He walked back to the alleyway, picking up both of the injured boys as he quickly carried them back to the place he had been staying at, a rather lavish house with multiple rooms. He places both of the boys down on the large guest bed before he traveled to his bathroom, taking out an emergency kit that came with the house. He quickly got to work with his Young Master first, taking his pants off so he could pull the knife out as well as clean and bandage the wound on his thigh. He then checked his armed and felt on awfully bad sprain so he made a makeshift cast for the boy, tying some gauze together around his neck so he didn't have to support his arm himself. Lastly he cleaned and bandaged the eye as to the best of his abilities, which would match the talent of any doctor. He then moved on to the young redheaded boy, noticing that he was still slightly awake. Liam looked at the boy and gave him a small comforting smile. "It'll be okay," He told him before he started to clean and bandage the boy after stripping him of his shirt and shorts. He made makeshift bandages for where he needed him and finished up quickly too, sighing and started to pack away the emergency kit.
He walked back to the alleyway, picking up both of the injured boys as he quickly carried them back to the place he had been staying at, a rather lavish house with multiple rooms. He places both of the boys down on the large guest bed before he traveled to his bathroom, taking out an emergency kit that came with the house. He quickly got to work with his Young Master first, taking his pants off so he could pull the knife out as well as clean and bandage the wound on his thigh. He then checked his armed and felt on awfully bad sprain so he made a makeshift cast for the boy, tying some gauze together around his neck so he didn't have to support his arm himself. Lastly he cleaned and bandaged the eye as to the best of his abilities, which would match the talent of any doctor. He then moved on to the young redheaded boy, noticing that he was still slightly awake. Liam looked at the boy and gave him a small comforting smile. "It'll be okay," He told him before he started to clean and bandage the boy after stripping him of his shirt and shorts. He made makeshift bandages for where he needed him and finished up quickly too, sighing and started to pack away the emergency kit.
OOC Notes
A few hours later...
It was a great, throbbing pain through the vast majority of his body that brought it into Justice's awareness that he was actually starting to wake up. He wasn't sure how long he'd been hovering on the border, but that pulsing agony brought him the rest of the way up with a gasp.
For an instant, he was relieved when the pain faded a little bit with consciousness.
And then he realized that he couldn't see a thing on one side of him...
Where was his left eye...?
"Oh, no..." He whispered, struggling to sit up and gasping in pain as he wrenched some wound somewhere.
It was a great, throbbing pain through the vast majority of his body that brought it into Justice's awareness that he was actually starting to wake up. He wasn't sure how long he'd been hovering on the border, but that pulsing agony brought him the rest of the way up with a gasp.
For an instant, he was relieved when the pain faded a little bit with consciousness.
And then he realized that he couldn't see a thing on one side of him...
Where was his left eye...?
"Oh, no..." He whispered, struggling to sit up and gasping in pain as he wrenched some wound somewhere.
OOC Notes
Lyndon smiled as he saw Justice awake, too tired to move yet unable to pass out like Justice. "Awake sleeping beauty?" He teased, remembering having heard someone say that once. He didn't know how to read having never been taught but... sleeping beauty sounded like an interesting story. Vaguely, he felt his wounds throb against the bandages. But it was the good kind. The kind that means you're alive.
OOC Notes
Justice blinked slowly, staring up at the ceiling. At least, at part of it. Where was the rest of it...?
Then he remembered what had happened. The blow to the head, just above the eye.
And then Liam's brand...
"I can't see," He whispered, painfully raising his hand to touch the swollen skin around his left eye, "It's... I can't see."
He didn't seem to have anything else to say.
Then he remembered what had happened. The blow to the head, just above the eye.
And then Liam's brand...
"I can't see," He whispered, painfully raising his hand to touch the swollen skin around his left eye, "It's... I can't see."
He didn't seem to have anything else to say.
OOC Notes
"Look over here. I'm too tired to move." Lyndon explained, head flopping back limply as he tried to get a better view of Justice's eye.
"I don't think it's that bad. You get to wear an eye patch now..!" He chirped, still able to make quirky remarks in his state. The redhead took a deep breath, counting to three before pushing himself to sit up. He succeeded, until he stretched a nasty bruise onhis stomach, curling up and falling back over as he clutched his stomach. He swore under his breath. "I wish I coulda paid that guy back..."
"I don't think it's that bad. You get to wear an eye patch now..!" He chirped, still able to make quirky remarks in his state. The redhead took a deep breath, counting to three before pushing himself to sit up. He succeeded, until he stretched a nasty bruise onhis stomach, curling up and falling back over as he clutched his stomach. He swore under his breath. "I wish I coulda paid that guy back..."
OOC Notes
Justice turned his head, somewhat painfully, to look at Lyndon.
"Don't hurt yourself," He whispered, "Just stay there."
Slowly, his eyes wandered around the rest of the room.
"What happened?" He breathed, frowning. Except it hurt the muscles in his face when he frowned, "How did we get here?"
He didn't remember...
Liam. The demon. He remembered the demon.
And then...
The ground. Falling up?
No. Him fainting.
And then... nothing.
So why was he all bandaged up, lying on a bed?
"Don't hurt yourself," He whispered, "Just stay there."
Slowly, his eyes wandered around the rest of the room.
"What happened?" He breathed, frowning. Except it hurt the muscles in his face when he frowned, "How did we get here?"
He didn't remember...
Liam. The demon. He remembered the demon.
And then...
The ground. Falling up?
No. Him fainting.
And then... nothing.
So why was he all bandaged up, lying on a bed?
OOC Notes
"That guy...." Lyndon paused, "Dunno his name or anything but....the one that got those guys from before that were chasing us..."
Lyndon closed his eyes, "I really thought I was going to die that time..." He said, remembering what he had said to the man.
He remembered vaguely, being carried, senses numb from the adrenaline in his veins. He remembered the sting from when he was treated and bandaged. He'd pay him back for sure.
Lyndon closed his eyes, "I really thought I was going to die that time..." He said, remembering what he had said to the man.
He remembered vaguely, being carried, senses numb from the adrenaline in his veins. He remembered the sting from when he was treated and bandaged. He'd pay him back for sure.
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"Liam," Justice whispered, bringing his hand to hover over his eye again.
Liam. The demon, Liam. His new servant.
Couldn't he just... summon the man? Call out to him...?
That was the fastest way to find out where they were, wasn't it? To ask the man who knew?
Well, that went without saying.
Slowly, Justice lowered his hand, glancing around the room. Liam wasn't actually in the room, but...
Justice knew that he'd be able to hear, no matter how softly he called.
"Liam," He called in his normal voice; a whisper, for most people, "Come to me."
Liam. The demon, Liam. His new servant.
Couldn't he just... summon the man? Call out to him...?
That was the fastest way to find out where they were, wasn't it? To ask the man who knew?
Well, that went without saying.
Slowly, Justice lowered his hand, glancing around the room. Liam wasn't actually in the room, but...
Justice knew that he'd be able to hear, no matter how softly he called.
"Liam," He called in his normal voice; a whisper, for most people, "Come to me."
OOC Notes
Liam had been out shopping things like clothing and toothbrushes for the two boys. It was nothing really with the amount of money he had, sometimes having no morals was a good thing really. The two boys just better be gracious about what he was doing for them. It wasn't necessary after all, being a butler was all demands and so on but Liam supposed he might as well be a good butler. Once he put himself to something he was always finished it through and did a good job at it too. He smirked, buying the things and shooting the cashier a quick wink, making her cheeks explode with a furious red color. He just chuckled and left the store, getting to his house quickly. He walked in quickly and heard with his enhanced hearing from the other room his name being called, but then again, he heard it in his mind too, his master calling to him.
He smirked and went into the kitchen, taken the tea off of the kettle he had put on the stovetop before he left the house and went to the fridge getting out an assortment of cheese and fruit and well as two large glasses of milk. He needed to two boys to heal quickly because taking care of them wouldn't prove to be very fun. He balanced the two glasses in his hands along with the shopping bags and large platter, walking it into the room with the two of them. He opened the door and saw them away, something that made him relieved.
"Hello, the two of you have been resting for a rather long time. Later on, once you've gotten up and such, feel free to take a shower and make yourselves comfortable here," He told the two, resting the cups and platter on the bedside table and then placing the folded clothes on the bureau in front of the bed along with the toothbrushes and toothpastes, making two small piles.
He smirked and went into the kitchen, taken the tea off of the kettle he had put on the stovetop before he left the house and went to the fridge getting out an assortment of cheese and fruit and well as two large glasses of milk. He needed to two boys to heal quickly because taking care of them wouldn't prove to be very fun. He balanced the two glasses in his hands along with the shopping bags and large platter, walking it into the room with the two of them. He opened the door and saw them away, something that made him relieved.
"Hello, the two of you have been resting for a rather long time. Later on, once you've gotten up and such, feel free to take a shower and make yourselves comfortable here," He told the two, resting the cups and platter on the bedside table and then placing the folded clothes on the bureau in front of the bed along with the toothbrushes and toothpastes, making two small piles.
OOC Notes
Justice wasn't entirely sure why, but the fact that Liam had actually come to him brought a breath of relief up out of his chest. He closed his eyes, trying to settle his thoughts and figure out why he had been worried...
At least he hadn't lost his eye for nothing. Could that have been it?
Somehow, he doubted it.
He opened his eyes again.
"Where are we?" He asked quietly, glancing around. All he knew was that they were in a mansion...
That looked uncannily like his family's old mansion, which he had left a full year before.
At least he hadn't lost his eye for nothing. Could that have been it?
Somehow, he doubted it.
He opened his eyes again.
"Where are we?" He asked quietly, glancing around. All he knew was that they were in a mansion...
That looked uncannily like his family's old mansion, which he had left a full year before.
OOC Notes
Liam looked to the boy with a grin and nodded his head. "I know what you're thinking and yes, this is your old mansion, right now you're in the guest room but feel free to both go find your own rooms whenever you please. It wont take long for you two to settle in and then you can both go shopping." Liam seemed to rummage through his trouser pockets for a moment, searching for something. He made a small, content click with his tongue when he found what he had been looking for. He pulled out a small piece of paper and handed it to the boy. "It wasn't hard tapping into your family fortune and by the way I see it, you're probably set for life. You have millons of dollars on that thing so I see no reason why anything will be a problem for you from now on," He told the boy, knowing that on the paper there would be all of the information the boy needed to know about the family fortune. Liam had already prepared it and he had a few million dollars already hidden away into a small safe; he had been anticipating on the boy making the contracts. He then continued to stand at the foot of the bed, waiting to see if either two had any questions or requests from him.
OOC Notes
Giselle watched the mansion with interest.
She'd been quite bored recently, her work had been quite low and for the first time in months, she'd actually tired of hanging around the East End. Her favourite local pub was quiet that night and the general atmosphere of the place was very dull.
That was the problem with her decision to live in the human world full time, despite how amazingly interesting they were humans still had their repetative moments. No wonder the other Reapers always teased her about it, not that she particularly cared. She loved humans, they were hilarious to watch and great fun to hang around with so it didn't matter that she'd lost the respect of many Reapers.
The mansion in question had never caught her attention before but tonight was different. She knew who it belonged to, some little aristocrat who lost his parents and ended up on the streets. Giselle had seen the boy, Justice she thought his name was, more than once but she didn't care about him, he didn't interest her. The only reason she saw him so much was because of his friend, Lyndon. That was a boy she'd been keeping an eye on for a long time now. Something about him fascinated her and she'd even broken the rules a couple of times to keep him alive, not that he'd noticed.
Approaching the mansion, she noticed a strange vibe coming from it... the same sensation that had drawn her to it in the first place.
"Time for an examination." She muttered, taking a quick run up before jumping impossibly high and landing on the roof, where she knelt down and pressed her palm to the tiles.
Giselle stayed there a moment, trying to figure out the exact location of this energy. It was strong, very strong, almost like a Reaper but definately different at the same time. It was almost like... a demon?
No way, a real demon? It couldn't be.
A huge grin came across her face as she braced herself, if she could sense him then it wouldn't be long until her own prescence was noticed.
"Well, looks like I'm going to have some fun at last." She murmured to herself, her dark eyes glittering beneath the shadow of her hat.
She'd been quite bored recently, her work had been quite low and for the first time in months, she'd actually tired of hanging around the East End. Her favourite local pub was quiet that night and the general atmosphere of the place was very dull.
That was the problem with her decision to live in the human world full time, despite how amazingly interesting they were humans still had their repetative moments. No wonder the other Reapers always teased her about it, not that she particularly cared. She loved humans, they were hilarious to watch and great fun to hang around with so it didn't matter that she'd lost the respect of many Reapers.
The mansion in question had never caught her attention before but tonight was different. She knew who it belonged to, some little aristocrat who lost his parents and ended up on the streets. Giselle had seen the boy, Justice she thought his name was, more than once but she didn't care about him, he didn't interest her. The only reason she saw him so much was because of his friend, Lyndon. That was a boy she'd been keeping an eye on for a long time now. Something about him fascinated her and she'd even broken the rules a couple of times to keep him alive, not that he'd noticed.
Approaching the mansion, she noticed a strange vibe coming from it... the same sensation that had drawn her to it in the first place.
"Time for an examination." She muttered, taking a quick run up before jumping impossibly high and landing on the roof, where she knelt down and pressed her palm to the tiles.
Giselle stayed there a moment, trying to figure out the exact location of this energy. It was strong, very strong, almost like a Reaper but definately different at the same time. It was almost like... a demon?
No way, a real demon? It couldn't be.
A huge grin came across her face as she braced herself, if she could sense him then it wouldn't be long until her own prescence was noticed.
"Well, looks like I'm going to have some fun at last." She murmured to herself, her dark eyes glittering beneath the shadow of her hat.
OOC Notes
Justice stared at Liam a moment longer, utterly bewildered by this turn of events.
And then there was a thump overhead, on the roof of the mansion. He looked up, rather... startled by the sound.
"What was that?" He asked, starting to sit up, then realizing that, wounded as he was, that was probably a bad idea. He lay back down, still staring towards the ceiling, certain that he had heard something...
Land there?
And then there was a thump overhead, on the roof of the mansion. He looked up, rather... startled by the sound.
"What was that?" He asked, starting to sit up, then realizing that, wounded as he was, that was probably a bad idea. He lay back down, still staring towards the ceiling, certain that he had heard something...
Land there?
OOC Notes
Lyndon jumped, jerking up straight on instinct immediately wincing in pain. "What was that..?!" He asked, not in fear but in alarm. The police wouldn't have tracked him here right? Seeing as he had been posing as a girl during his stay in northern England. What was his name again? Linda or something...
He was able to support himself now if he leaned on his arm. The redhead looked up at the ceiling as well. 'Nah...I'm being paranoid....' Lyndon thought to himself, waving off the sound as a squirrel....a really big squirrel.
He was able to support himself now if he leaned on his arm. The redhead looked up at the ceiling as well. 'Nah...I'm being paranoid....' Lyndon thought to himself, waving off the sound as a squirrel....a really big squirrel.
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