Deathly comes softly...

[his_own_will]

Who: Anyone near or in the Phantomhive Estate (Sector 6)
When: Around 1:00 AM, December 1st.
Where: The Phantomhive Estate (specifically the library)
Summary: Godstiel decided the abomination had to go and while Oz went softly, Jack had other ideas. This is the aftermath when the library is in ruins and Oz's body is found. It can be assumed that the destruction of the library and later bird rage was visible/audible from the street for people to rush in and investigate. Household shenanigans may or may not include the following: raging bird syndrome, abuse of dead bodies, tears, darkness monsters invading the mansion, and various other miscellaneous things.

Warnings: See the above shenanigans. General abuse, normal hideousness and minor description of gore. Will add to the warnings as or if squicks are used.

The library is in a shambles, books strewn everywhere and half torn to pieces. Salvaging it will be a nightmare but no more so is the body sprawled across the floor, a slowly trickling pool of blood seeping from underneath. Godstiel had been wounded, but not nearly fast enough to save the boy.

He was dead, and his lifeless eyes stared out into the darkness, waiting to be devoured.

Comments

[littlest_lord]

<sub>[It's not the clattering of chains that gets him, nor the sight of Raven's ghastly face. It isn't the beaten body he can see from a distance or Gilbert's shrieks of agony or even the state of his library. No, it's the flame, burning hot and blue, curling round and through, kissing the frame of empty windows, glass shattered and scattered amongst the floor. It's the fire that causes Ciel's step to stagger and his knees nearly buckle, throat tightening in an instant. It's a damming scene to witness, the flames bright and blue - a hellish sight if Ciel had ever seen one. Many always pictured Hell as burning amidst red and orange fire but Ciel thought otherwise. There was nothing hotter than blue flame. If he was going to burn it'd be in fire like this.

A window burst, glass exploding and it was enough to startle Ciel out of his stupor, at least enough to get him to turn on heel and run. Where he was running, he wasn't sure. He simply had to get away. Far, far away from that horrific blue flame that was going to smite him and turn him to ash.

Unbearable panic has gripped his chest, feet stumbling over one another as he presses against a wall, sinking to the ground in the middle of a corridor. There was nowhere to run. Outside the Darkness was surely approaching and the flames, if they weren't put out somehow would engulf everything, wouldn't they? Where would he run? Where would he hide?

He had to find Madam Red, to find Alois and leave. The ship was sinking and it was time to abandon it. Run, run, run was the constant message sent to his brain, but he was stuck on the floor gripping his head, trying to breathe. He wants to call for Sebastian, to scream his name and order him to take them far, far away. But words die in his throat and are impossible to squeeze out.

All he can do is pull his hair and will his lungs not to suffocate.]</sub>

[inthejunk]

[The explosion is impossible to miss. It pulls Yosuke instantly from sleep, bolt upright and on his feet before he even knows why. His muscles contract on their own, and his body moves without his consent. Something is wrong. People keep exploding around here, and something is wrong.

He shivers, half from the chill -who had time to stop and put actual clothes on when the world was ending?- and half from the fear and adrenaline that were fighting for dominance even in the thick fog that sleep had cast over his mind.

It doesn't even matter at the moment. He gets there on autopilot. There's no missing the flames in the library, or the clashing of giant monstrosities, or the smell of blood that tickles the back of his throat sickeningly as he approaches.

Gilbert! ...Oz. Shit. No, shit. That's...oh, shit. That guy. That crazy, screwed up, evil guy. But what would he even want with some kid? Oz is just a nice kid. It doesn't make sense. Oh, gods, the blood-

And then Allen shows up, and Ciel bolts past in this blur of frilly panic, and it's all too much for a second. Yosuke closes his eyes and takes a few calming breaths, trying to figure out what Souji would do, but there's smoke. Thick and toxic and painful. He chokes on the first lungful he gets, so hard it nearly makes him sick. But it's enough of a stall that he doesn't have to decide anymore.

Allen has Gilbert, and Break has whatever is left of Oz -oh gods don't think about that right now- which just leaves Ciel, who is running around like a headless chicken in a burning building. Jiraiya can't put fires out, he'd only end up making things worse, here. So it's obvious what needs to be done.

Yosuke swipes at his watering eyes, cursing the smoke in his head, and turns to follow in the direction that Ciel's headed. It doesn't take long to catch him up, the way that he's so terrified and confused. It's a problem, yeah, but it's tough to blame the guy. Yosuke sort of wants to curl up in the corner and cry at the moment, too.

Instead, he stoops down slowly, trying not to startle Ciel any worse. These days he knows how bad it sucks to be approached unexpectedly when you can't get out of your own head. He's shirtless and barefoot, wrinkled, ruffled, and sleep stupid. He probably has the imprint of the bedspread on the side of his face, even. Nonetheless, Yosuke tries again to channel Souji -heaven help him- and exude that calm strength.]

Hey, um. Ciel-kun. We have to go, alright? You can't stay here right now. Okay? C'mon. I'll help you. Okay?