action/video (in which a young noble boy is profoundly stupid)

[sweetlies]

[Action]

[He'd left notes for Undertaker and his father, and for Sebastian. Though the trip to drop off that second note had ended with a miserable, and very sniffly retreat, from the demons farm. Basically, he just let them know that he was going to look into the mines and he'd be fine.

With the money converted from what he had back in Riverview, he purchased a sabre and hung it from his waist. It's heavier than the foil he'd used during his fencing lessons but he's sure enough of himself that he doesn't ask for anything lighter. And, even though he's no noble here and dresses far more comfortably, he still holds himself like one as he walks through town to purchase the weapon and then head to the mine.

Inside, he does wish he were a little better prepared. It's darker than he's used to and he's not very handy with a pick. Not that he'd brought one, he really had only meant to have a look. But, by sheer luck, he finds himself a few levels in and...

on an infested floor of the mine. And too tired to really fight his way back.]

[Video - unfiltered]

I was wrong, I can't handle it. This section is brimming with monsters.

[Ciel can be seen, very clearly in the mines. He's managed to find a quiet and relatively safe corner and, thankfully, seems otherwise unharmed.]

I'm block off from the ladder out though...

[Help...]

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[sweetlies]

[He really does have quite the rescue party. Are more people going to show up on their way out? Should he say something so others don't come down into the mines to find the boy and endanger themselves for nothing?

Worrying about people is exhausting.]

I don't think you'll have to worry, Father Abel. I don't intend on repeating this mistake.

[He looks at the rest of his companions and, for a moment, considers putting away his sword. And then decides against it, not wanting to appear as useless as he probably is in comparison.]

Hurrying sounds nice. Let's get the hell out.

[somakemelaugh]

[Not that he doubted the boy's ability to bring people together around him in the least, human or no. He is his father's son, after all. This will be good ammunition if Ciel's confidence should waver in the future. Undertaker hears the slime's movements - like ice cracking - before he sees it and looks over just in time to see the color change and it ceases to move. Interesting ability.]

Normally I would say after you, milord, but I think it best in this case to allow us to go first. [In his case, only a few steps ahead, if even that. He has a suspicion Ciel will want to stay near to him. He reaches a hand out to settle on the boy's shoulder blade and guide him along.] We'll make short work of this.

[drinkbrewfight]

Perhaps one of us should take the rear. In fact, having cleared the way in, I think an attack from behind is most likely.

[Suiting action to words, he motioned the others forward, ready to defend them from behind.]