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Post by Ciel Phantomhive on Nov 10, 2012 21:05:59 GMT -5
Ciel strode through one of the back alleys, his gait was purposeful and that of someone who needed to be somewhere whilst confident in their ability to deal with the task at hand. Izaya had contacted Ciel at his estate and had sent Ciel to investigate the past events in a particular portion of the backstreets. Of course, Ciel had also been instructed to meet a woman who would serve as his bodyguard in that rough part of the city. She was who he was going to meet now and she was just coming into sight now. "Ms. Brea, I presume?" He asked when he was close enough to her to speak without shouting.
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Post by Aya Brea on Nov 11, 2012 14:07:30 GMT -5
Two more days, that's all I have left before I regain my 'freedom' so to speak. So close... I got a call earlier that morning from Izaya, telling me to go play bodyguard for a man named 'Ciel'. Never had I heard of him but must be fairly weak if I have to look after him.
At that moment, a boy came up to me. He had to be no older then twelve. "Yes, just call me Aya. not one for formalities." I got off of the trash can I was sitting on top of and looked over at him. "Shall we?" I gestured down the alley that would lead us to our destination then walked in that direction. Looking after a child... What could he possibly have to offer to Izaya?
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Post by Ciel Phantomhive on Nov 11, 2012 14:32:20 GMT -5
He nodded in answer and strode past her, walking towards their destination. He didn't look over his shoulder, confident that she was following since she had been the one assigned to protect him. Most didn't dare disobey the mysterious information broker, Ciel had seen some of those past dealing with his own eyes. "How did you come to be in debt to Izaya?" He asked her, not out of any curiosity or care but merely as something to occupy their time as they walked.
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Post by Aya Brea on Nov 11, 2012 14:42:37 GMT -5
"I wanted information, same as anyone else who goes to him. More specifically about a project I was potentially going to be drafted into but that all turned for nothing." I walked quietly behind the boy. There wasn't much that needed to be said nor did I wish to say much. I don't like playing babysitter.
"I assume the same for you?"
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Post by Ciel Phantomhive on Nov 11, 2012 14:51:18 GMT -5
"Interesting." He said almost absently as he turned into a dead end, their destination. Now that they were there he reached back to untie the knot that held his eyepatch on. "To answer your question, I needed to know who froze my accounts so that they could be properly dealt with. As I didn't have any money with which to pay him, you can imagine how I was supposed to compensate him." With the knot undone he drew the eyepatch away and held it in one hand, revealing that it had been covering not a missing eye but rather one that had been marked with a pentagram.
His eyes roved across the alleyway as if he was seeing things not visible to normal eyes. "Do you have a notepad?" He asked as he watched various events from the past years play out before his eyes.
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Post by Aya Brea on Nov 14, 2012 15:54:57 GMT -5
This boy was strange. Weren't most twelve year olds supposed to be playing with army men or something like that? Not having bank accounts and that sort of thing?
The once covered eye shocked me with it's appearance. I should have figured him to be otherborn in one sense or another, Izaya probably wouldn't have need for normal humans. When asked for a note pad, I began to search through my bag. Eventually I came across one and told him to go ahead.
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Post by Ciel Phantomhive on Nov 19, 2012 22:27:22 GMT -5
Ciel accepted the note pad, slender fingers making clear he was more used to desk work than any sort of manual labour. "Thank you." He said and drew a pen from inside his jacket before he quickly began writing on a notepad. His eyes darted from one section of the alley to another, speaking softly but still loud enough for Aya to hear him. "A murder, one man stabbed another while an additional man kept the victim restrained. A drug deal, traditional exchange. A robbery gone wrong, one wounded and three fleeing the scene..." That was when he paused and his eyes narrowed as if he wasn't sure what he was seeing. "Miss. Brea, you're here. Fighting demons apparently."
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