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[aunter]

R E D > You enter the door and find yourself in a glass box, suspended in the sky. Bright blue skies, white fluffy clouds, even birds pass by in the air around you. One look down and you see grass fields and sprawling lakes as far as the eye can see. Some wild horses running across the fields, some cows, just exactly what you'd expect. It's idyllic as fuck. Then the words appear:

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[aunter]

[ Hey, Sebastian.

A box will appear nearby and oh good god, does it stink. Like death. Like real, real death.

And if you open it, there will just be a pile of dead cats inside. Some of them just dead, some of them torn apart, some just in pieces. All familiar cats, of course. He's kept every single one of these cats at one point or another, hidden away from --

Oh, there's something else in the box. Under all the cats. It's small and soft, initially, until you reach down and bit and realize that it's hair. Blue hair. And if they decide to pull it out, they'll find a head. The cut off head of a certain Ciel Phantomhive.

Poor young master. ]

hm, bad!!

[cutlery]

[ Ah, now that's a familiar smell. To his sensibilities, it's more pleasant than not, but he at least puts on the correct show of wrinkling his nose in disgust and bringing a hand to cover his mouth and nose. Sebastian glances at Peter with a brief look of displeasure, since the paper makes it clear just who this is directed at, doesn't it?

But still, he'll approach the box without much in the way of hesitation. He takes a knee next to it and opens it up, but immediately, it's clear that the contents unnerve the rather amiable butler. His expression falls into one that's completely flat and severe. Tenderly, Sebastian runs his hands across the head of one of the cats that isn't completely in pieces, but it's in that gesture that he feels something more, a bit deeper into the box.

Compared to the tenderness he'd shown to the cat, his fingers clench rather tightly into the hair underneath his fingers, and he pulls out the head just enough to see who it is before he lets go. Sebastian's fingers tremble, and his eyes are absolutely locked even just that partially visible face.

His lips crack into a smile, but it's not a pleasant one in the slightest. The way his expression shifts, it's almost like looking a different person, not at all pleasant and affable, since it's a scary, unhinged smile. It's probably all the more unsettling with how his way of speaking doesn't change. ]

Oh, dear. What an absolutely vile sense of humor.

[wheatcake]

[And Peter just-] You- that was your- and I-

It sacrifices our people! Whatever happened to Sara happened to her family, her friends, her- her students, I- [And he's still holding the knife. He looks at it.] This is just a joke!

[He slams the knife into the table. It doesn't land as hard as it would have, doesn't shatter the table like he wanted, but it jostles it enough to roll the dice...]

[A 1. And now that he knows what it will do... He stares in open horror.]

[lost_first]

[ James is no stranger to watching children die. It's something that has filled most of his existence: his brothers, his friends, boys he loved as dearly as his own limbs. When he sees the child in the box, the dead eyes, he nods with grim understanding.

So. It's that manner of game. From one fire into another, then.

When Peter jostles the table, he almost barks; he'd told the man to be careful, not to let the die move unintentionally. It lands, and he knows that there's nothing to be done about it, that it can't be re-thrown, but he snatches it up to hold it in his good hand, and there is nothing that could get him to let go of it unintentionally.]

Good luck.