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[sweetlies]

who: Ciel & YOU
what: Amnesia event (Ciel has lost almost four years of memories)
when: 12th to the 19th
where: Shared housing, around the city
warnings: Possible mentions of abuse and murder (spoilers for Kuroshitsuji chapter 129+)

[For Undertaker]

Ciel was sleeping late, window open to let in air until it started cooling down for the year. And when he woke, it was...

with panic. He was in a strange bed rather than sleeping in a cold cage curled up in a ball like the other children, his clothes weren't filthy, his back didn't ache, and his eye- he couldn't see out of one eye. That's where most of his fear and panic came from, the rest was from the absence of his brother and the fact that he was somewhere strange.

He didn't bother looking around, instead climbing out of the bed as quickly as he could, throwing open the door of the apartment and running, calling out his brothers name and hoping for an answer.

[Shopping/wandering]

By now, Undertaker had told him the name he was to go by in Riverview, to keep his eye covered, and that he was Earl Phantomhive, not that is helped him at all. He hadn't exactly been groomed to be an earl and that only really did him favors in England.

Exploring should be alright, or he thought it should. He kept his phone with him- a weird phone and it looked absolutely nothing like the phones he'd ever seen. It was slim, almost like it was just a pane of glass, and he had no idea how it really worked. He needed it though. Apparently.

He did visit a couple shops for sweets, that hadn't changed, and a cafe. Those that knew him would probably notice there's a distinctively different air about him.

[River]

Ciel didn't have any swimwear but that didn't stop him from making his way to the beach. And it was okay for him, he wasn't the strongest swimmer. Instead, he was happy to just sit close to the water, slipping his bare feet into the river.

Not for long though. His health wasn't the best and soaking any part of him in cold water would probably invite illness and an asthma fit again.

When he did stop though, he found a quiet spot to skip rocks.

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[ wandering ]

[supersweet]

[ Jon had taken to wandering as well, trying to get his mind off things. His senses are hyper-alert more than ever with the loss of his father. He doesn't want to be caught unawares. Still, seeing Ciel brings a faint happier smile on his face and Jon eagerly approaches him. ]

Hey Ciel!

[sweetlies]

[At first, he can't help but brighten at hearing the name, more from habit than much else, and then swiftly remembers that's his name now. It's something he's going to have to get used to. He's also going to have to get used to people knowing him that he can't remember.

So, for now, he smiles a little nervously and waves.]

Oh, h-hi.

[supersweet]

[ Huh. That's an odd jump in the heartbeat. ]

How's it going? Looking to get more sweets for your business?

[sweetlies]

My... company?

[He stared for a moment, mouth open (his parents, or Aunt Francis, would have reminded him that it's rude to do that. Or he might attract flies.]

I wanted to find somewhere with cocoa.

[supersweet]

[ . . . Definitely odd. ]

I can help with that. There's a coffee shop nearby?

[sweetlies]

Oh. [He hadn't seen it but he does also have one eye.]

That's good, I didn't want to have to have to tell Undertaker I got lost. [Even if he would definitely come to 'rescue' him.]

[supersweet]

Undertaker?

[ Jon didn't know Ciel had other people here. Maybe someone had arrived earlier? ]

[somakemelaugh]

It was a day off for him, one he had opted to spend wandering the city again to see what was new, what had changed, if anything had. Things had been quiet for some time and that was always a bonus, but now and then he would run into something new, something that caught his attention. Always, it was something small, something he could appreciate.

Whatever it was, he felt like a walk, and that was just what he intended to do. Or he had, at least, until he heard a panicked voice screaming a familiar name down the hall. Frowning lightly, he stopped and turned his head in the direction of the voice, unable to clearly see what was going on, though it was hardly a bother to him after so long. He waited, rooted to his place, listening for the voice again. There was no way he had mistaken that, had he?

[sweetlies]

"Cieeeel!"

His eye was blurry with tears so he could only really make out the hall around him, bare feet smacking against the floor until he ran into someone. His first thought was a cult member, they wore robes but they also would have grabbed him already to return him to the cages with the other children.

So he looked up, rubbing his sleeve over his eyes to clear his vision. And see the last person he was expecting. Other children, the cult, maybe police if he were really hopeful, but not Undertaker.

[somakemelaugh]

Well, there was his answer. He took the brunt of the impact, letting himself be caught in it, and tried to lessen it by catching hold of the boy's shoulders. They didn't topple, of that he made sure, but the rest stood as a mystery to him and somehow very wrong. What was the young Earl doing running through the halls, screaming his own name, without his eyepatch at least?

"Might be a good idea to watch where you're headed in this place, milord. The buildings seem safe enough, but may be it won't be me you find next time."

[sweetlies]

He just continued to stare at Undertaker for a moment, tears still falling but he wiped them away again to keep his vision clear. Then he just sniffled and threw his arms around the man, clinging to him, voice muffled.

"I can't find Ciel and he promised to protect me. And the cult people aren't here." Where ever 'here' was but it had to be okay, right? Undertaker was there and father had always trusted him. And he's always taken care of him when he was sick.

"I don't know where we are."

[somakemelaugh]

Oh, something was indeed very wrong. Part of him wondered at whether or not this was still some sort of trick, but the feelings here were too real, too intense, too unlike the way he had come to know the boy to behave. Hesitantly, he settled his hands a little more about the child's shoulders, still just this side of perplexed.

"Is this some sort of game you're playing at? Quite an unusual one if I do say so myself."

[sweetlies]

He held tight to him a moment longer before leaning back and looking up, confused and still crying. And then shakes his head, hair messily flying around. The only games they've ever played involved switching places, seeing how long it took for the nobles to notice, or any number of normal children's games. And running off...

Well, Ciel was more of a trickster than he was but he wouldn't go this far. Not when he'd been so afraid.

"He wouldn't do that."

[ wandering ]

[thegreatninja]

Yuffie was dressed in her usual Ninja gear with a metal arm guard covering her left arm. She was forgetting the more random and stupid things by the minute and it was beginning to grate on her nerves. She wanted to get a snack and relax but had managed to instead get herself lost.

This was stupid.

"Hey, kid." She had her head pressed to the table at a cafe when she had spotted Ciel. She didn't know him well, he was a brat but she was to frazzled to care. "What cha doing?"

Yuffie was really interested in a distraction.

[sweetlies]

"H-huh?" He jumped a little at someone calling out to him, then turned and stared at her for a moment, his good eye trying to match her features to anyone. Maybe hoping to remember something.

Ciel couldn't remember her at all though. And that was a bother, making him more nervous though than annoyed. Even if nobody was going to hurt him. Or, he hoped no one would. Undertaker had warned him that he wasn't sure how safe the city was.

"I was looking for somewhere that had cocoa. Or something sweet."

[thegreatninja]

"They have both here. Come sit with me. I need something to do." And being annoyed at some bratty kid was something.

Yuffie waved a hand at the empty seat next to her, hoping that was enough to entice the boy to hang out for a little bit. She saw the blank look in his eye, he didn't know her but that was honestly fine.

[sweetlies]

It was possible she'd have a hard time getting annoyed with him now, lacking any memories of the past three and a half years. Including anything that had happened in Riverview.

For a moment, he did hesitate, not really knowing her but if he was going to be like his brother, he had to be more outgoing.

"Okay. Sure." Ciel made himself smile and then slid into the offered seat.

[thegreatninja]

Ciel smiling was weird. Yuffie wasn't sure what to do with that besides go with it. She slipped into the seat with her drink before leveling a stare at Ciel. "So I take it you don't remember me at all?" It wasn't like they spoke more than on the phones, but even so, Yuffie liked to think that she was notable.

She exhaled a soft puff of air. "Never mind, it's a worrying theme the last few days. I'm Yuffie. How ya holding up?" This sort of sucked but oh well, Yuffie wasn't into teasing kids. Unless they were little jackasses first and Ceil's only been nice.

"You want more tea?"

[sweetlies]

She wasn't the only one that would probably think that but smile he did. And would probably do so frequently. At her question, his smile faded and he looked down at his hands.

"Sorry, no. I don't remember anyone here." Maybe she said never mind but he had to fit that apology in. "It's nice to meet you though, Yuffie. Again, I guess. I'm Ciel. And... okay, I guess? Undertaker is helping me."

He could be nice, sometimes. All the time when he was younger and had amnesia. Really, under normal circumstances, it would have had to suit some purpose.

"Tea sounds nice though."

River

[hititwithacrowbar]

Jason had made his way to the River, he didn't often go to places like this. They tended to remind him of less favorable parts of his past. But he knew from long nights in Gotham that the dock's tended to be a place you could unwind, or at least catch criminal activity.

Today he managed to find the small boy skipping stones. He didn't say much just moved quietly up beside him picking up one and skimming it across the surface. Just quietly stealing the kids idea. It was a nice beach after all.

[sweetlies]

The last thing Ciel was expecting was for someone else to join him. At first, his hand just tightened around the newest rock he'd picked up, knuckles going white until he saw the older boy skip one as well. And then he made himself relax and threw his, only getting it to skip a couple times.

He never had been too great at this, growing up sickly. And he was better with games like chess or cribbage anyway.

"This... is okay, right?"

[hititwithacrowbar]

The older boy offered Ciel a softer smile than he would ever had let himself in his proper mind give. Before shrugging a little and picking up another rock to skim it.

"I think so." he spoke in the thick jersey accent. "I never got to do this much myself. To much crime near the riverside. It's pretty here though."

[sweetlies]

Ciel wasn't really able to place the accent. Even if he could remember anything, he still wasn't familiar enough with America to recognize it. It was understandable at least and that was what mattered.

"Neither did I." He'd never had to worry about crime. Even if crime had been a problem around him, he'd always had his father and Tanaka to protect him. "I was too sick."

[hititwithacrowbar]

Jason could usually tone it down, but in his teens he never bothered, he was a proud Gothamite, not so much as an adult. He was easily understandable, and he had spent enough time with Alfred that he understood Ciel with little trouble.

Jay had been the protector since Willis was arrested, often before that to. A boy forced to take care of his degenerate parents. It had made him strong though. "That sucks, my mom was sick a lot to, she didn't take me out to places like this. I like it though. Its so different from the tall buildings of Park Row." He smiled Ciel's way. "My names Jason. My friends call me Jay though."

[sweetlies]

The boy smiled, a little, at the introduction but couldn't quite manage a whole one, knowing someone else had dealt with a sickly parent. Ciel loved his mother, had loved both his parents, but with him and his mother sick so often, they'd missed out on a lot.

"It's nice to meet you, Jason. My name's Ciel." He hadn't had any opportunities yet to get strong, only ever told he had to be more outgoing, a little more pushy.