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Nevermore Tasks 003 -- [Video]
Mar. 10th, 2010 12:39 am[He looks down for a moment, having brought up the PCD to make a short video call, but unfortunately it's still on, his attention distracted. Odd squeaking -no something else-- is coming from the basement. Sebastian's footfalls are loudly heard, the view of the PCD swaying back and forth as if he's walking with it by his side.
The creak of the door signals its opening, lightly lighting a candelabra to haunt the small space. The only light was the one that would be found at the bottom of the stairs. He hadn't bothered to venture down there, as he assumed his master never would without proper reason. It merely stored a few shelves, empty boxes and things from within the house that he wouldn't need or found not suitable for the house.]
Hello? Pardon me, but you are trespassing on private grounds.
[His eyes widen in faint surprise when a rabbit comes flying from the basement, knifes suddenly in his hand as he launches them towards it, the sharp points impaling easily. There are more, and the PCD is quick to clatter against the stairs, upright enough to watch the butler launch into his defensive posture, volley of silverware flinging to fend off the remaining creatures. They've apparently burrowed in from under the ground. He had been meaning to seal off the cracks in the ground.
Too many, and he's getting annoyed, his hand raising towards the candelabra, those small flickering flames suddenly wider and brighter, consuming the entire basement in flames. He's not worried of the house burning down, as the flames are entirely under his control.
The smoke though, will have to be fanned out of the house. But for now, it burns on, his crimson eyes flickering with the fire light as the bodies stop moving, and the death cries come to a dull, deadly silence]
The creak of the door signals its opening, lightly lighting a candelabra to haunt the small space. The only light was the one that would be found at the bottom of the stairs. He hadn't bothered to venture down there, as he assumed his master never would without proper reason. It merely stored a few shelves, empty boxes and things from within the house that he wouldn't need or found not suitable for the house.]
Hello? Pardon me, but you are trespassing on private grounds.
[His eyes widen in faint surprise when a rabbit comes flying from the basement, knifes suddenly in his hand as he launches them towards it, the sharp points impaling easily. There are more, and the PCD is quick to clatter against the stairs, upright enough to watch the butler launch into his defensive posture, volley of silverware flinging to fend off the remaining creatures. They've apparently burrowed in from under the ground. He had been meaning to seal off the cracks in the ground.
Too many, and he's getting annoyed, his hand raising towards the candelabra, those small flickering flames suddenly wider and brighter, consuming the entire basement in flames. He's not worried of the house burning down, as the flames are entirely under his control.
The smoke though, will have to be fanned out of the house. But for now, it burns on, his crimson eyes flickering with the fire light as the bodies stop moving, and the death cries come to a dull, deadly silence]
