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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 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! ]