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sirenspull_logs2012-08-04 12:14 pm
maddeninghatter) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-08-04 12:14 pm
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I know who I was when I got up this morning...
Who: Gilbert Nightray, Xerxes Break, Phancyhive denizens
When: Saturday, August 4
Where: Phantomhive-Trancy Estate
Summary: Bodyswap shenanigans
Warnings: None
BANG! BANG! BANG!
[ Having paid attention to the network and the news over the past few weeks, as well as directly witnessing Ahiru's experiences, Xerxes Break wasn't completely surprised to awaken this morning in a different body. ]
BANG! BANGBANG!
[ Tch! Gilbert's hands are so enormous. Break adored them, at first; but how does one actually accomplish anything with such fat fingers? Getting bullets properly loaded into their chambers is an unexpected challenge. ]
BANG! BANG!
[ Gilbert's height feels awkward; he's clumsy and slow. Yet Break can feel a sense of vigor that he hasn't experienced in years. He'd forgotten what it felt like. Youth. Health. Even taking a deep breath is a pleasure (despite Gilbert's idiotic habit of poisoning himself with cigarettes).
Oh. And… binocular vision. Yes, that.
Which is why Break is outside the Phantomhive-Trancy estate, at 7 o' clock in the morning, shooting his name (Gilbert's name, actually!) into the side of a garden retaining wall. Because he can. ]
When: Saturday, August 4
Where: Phantomhive-Trancy Estate
Summary: Bodyswap shenanigans
Warnings: None
BANG! BANG! BANG!
[ Having paid attention to the network and the news over the past few weeks, as well as directly witnessing Ahiru's experiences, Xerxes Break wasn't completely surprised to awaken this morning in a different body. ]
BANG! BANGBANG!
[ Tch! Gilbert's hands are so enormous. Break adored them, at first; but how does one actually accomplish anything with such fat fingers? Getting bullets properly loaded into their chambers is an unexpected challenge. ]
BANG! BANG!
[ Gilbert's height feels awkward; he's clumsy and slow. Yet Break can feel a sense of vigor that he hasn't experienced in years. He'd forgotten what it felt like. Youth. Health. Even taking a deep breath is a pleasure (despite Gilbert's idiotic habit of poisoning himself with cigarettes).
Oh. And… binocular vision. Yes, that.
Which is why Break is outside the Phantomhive-Trancy estate, at 7 o' clock in the morning, shooting his name (Gilbert's name, actually!) into the side of a garden retaining wall. Because he can. ]
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[He tries to sit up again, slower this time. He makes it all the way up, but ends up having to lean over to grab hold of the edge of the couch so that he can rest his spinning head on his arm. Muffled into his (smelly) sleeve:]
What about you?! I told you to stop drinking! Ugh, my head...!
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It's no use. He'd wanted to hang onto this priceless piece of information until the perfect moment. But - needs must. ]
Yes, yes. Stop whining, you'll recover.
[ The morning light is strong enough in the room that he can perceive outlines of the larger pieces of furniture, and the doorway. He starts to walk out; but at the threshold, he glances over his shoulder. ]
Oh, byyyyyy the way. Do you remember Lady Hattie? I think you've met her once or twice before. Well...
She proposed to you! ♥
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He swallows back another nauseous wave of dizziness and rubs at his temples, fighting to remember where he's heard that name before. Lady Hattie...wasn't that the girl that Vincent had seen? He'd warned his brother about the dangers of modern women, and he'd explained that she was from a time that may have been even earlier than their own, as though that made things better.]
Proposed...I see... [He rubs his fingers into his head a little harder. Even talking is difficult, there's no way that he can--]
2/3
3/3
Break?! What are you--there's no way that you--I-I mean you didn't actually--w-w-what the hell did you do?!
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I told yooooou~! ♥ It's time you learned about girls.
[ Folding his hands behind his back, Break bends over and beams down at Gilbert, as if he were addressing a very small child. His voice is in maximum lilt: ]
Now - did you need me to give you the "talk"? Cos I'd assumed you knew already, but with you I can never be suuuuure!
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Except that it is happening. And Gilbert doesn't have time to consider the full extent of it because he's going to be sick any second now. Clapping a hand over his mouth, he stands on legs that aren't quite steady yet and attempts to dash past Break for the nearest bathroom, crashing into every wall and side table as he goes.
So at least he's bruised up two bodies equally this weekend.]
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He waits until he can hear the sound of distant retching; then carefully picks his way through the debris of fallen bric-a-brac and objets d'art that Gilbert's mad, hungover dash has created.
He envies Gilbert, in this moment: neither for his health (hungover as it is) nor his sight, but for his state of mental distraction. Once his amusement at Gilbert's predicament fades, Break will left with his own keen sense of humiliation and despair.
He'll just find his way up the stairs, to his bedroom. And hide under a blanket. There, in the shadowy twilight of his current existence, he'll contemplate the pointless futility of his life here at Siren's--
(Good heavens, is Gilbert still being sick?)
Yes, anyway, he'll do all that, but first...
He could really go for some tea. Yes - breakfast sounds nice. Tea and cake. Outside in the garden, perhaps. He'll just go and look for that efficient servant to bring it all outside: ]
Hannah?
Hannah~♪
[ Maybe she's seen his sword, too! ]