142nd Devotion: Being an Unwilling Participant

[favoritetraitor]

[Video]
[Have a very displeased and disheveled Chevalier shooting a rather nasty look at the device held in one of his hands. His other hand trails off to the side, clearly handcuffed to the wrist of another person off-screen.]

This is... I said I wasn't...

[He heaves a heavy sigh, attempting to reach up with his fettered hand to rub his temple. Naturally, this doesn't work too well.]


[Private to Luke Valentine; Eavesdroppable for Karl]
I suppose kidnapping of this nature isn't considered 'violent'... or perhaps, your spells aren't quite what you thought they were.

[Very irritated to be out of bed and having to deal with anything.]



[ooc: a still grieving Solomon finds himself spirited to the old Phantomhive estate and into handcuffs with his troublesome brother, Karl Fei-Ong. Intervention, Deity style.]

Comments

[worldofourown]

[ God fucking dammit. ]

[ He's charred. He's grumpy. He's swimming with Vin Mariani (and still not drunk). He doesn't need a new curse. He doesn't need - ]

[ Oh. ]

Hello, brother.

[favoritetraitor]

... hello, Karl.

[worldofourown]

At least you aren't flailing and screaming.

[ Not that Solomon ever does. ]

[Private to Solomon; Eavesdroppable for Karl, cause it's Sol's filter not Luke's]

[valentineluke]

Unfortunately, it obviously doesn't count.

[Private to Solomon; Eavesdroppable for Karl, cause it's Sol's filter not Luke's... touche. >.>']

[favoritetraitor]

It should.

I don't suppose you'd be willing to come get me...

[favoritetraitor]

Since when have I... oh, nevermind.

[He takes a moment to look around them.]

May I ask where we are? I'd like to leave...

[worldofourown]

You're at the Phantomhive manor.

[ Eyeroll. ]

Leave where? In case you haven't noticed - [ Jiggling the handcuffs. ] We're stuck together until midnight.

Re: [Private; Eavesdroppable for Karl, cause it's Sol's filter not Luke's... hur-hur]

[valentineluke]

Karl might not want to leave. You both are at his home after all.

[favoritetraitor]

Then I'm afraid that you'll have to come with me. You can leave once they're gone again.

... and where might that be?

[Private; Eavesdroppable for Karl, cause it's Sol's filter not Luke's]

[favoritetraitor]

I'd rather be at Oh Aces. He's more likely to want me to do things here.

And I'm afraid that I'm just not... up to it.

[worldofourown]

So frantic to return to your hiding place?

It's topside. Out of the way. Plenty of privacy. You can mope here until the curse ends. [ Nose wrinkling. ] And shower, while you're at it.

[favoritetraitor]

What? I do not need a shower.

[Petulant. Quite.]

And it's 'topside'. I don't wish to be topside... it leads to [He raises their shackles and makes it rattle to make his point very clear.] this.

[worldofourown]

Yes, you do.

[ He perfected petulant, okay? ]

I've been playing around with alcohol - [ And Hatter. ] - yet you're the one reeking to high heaven. Disgusting.

... No point mewling over spilt milk. We're already cursed.

[ Shower. Now. ]

Re: [Private; Eavesdroppable for Karl, cause it's Sol's filter not Luke's]

[valentineluke]

At least you can return to a freshly cleaned room.

Doing what exactly?

[favoritetraitor]

I most certainly do not! [Says the chevalier with a diminished sense of smell. Body still not quite recovered from the 'reset' spell of Merlin's.

He tries to cross his arms, again failing due to the handcuffs.]

What does it matter anyway...

[worldofourown]

[ Incredulous. ]

Has your nose stopped working? Or have you been keeping company with foul warthogs? [ Solomon was always the pretty and pristine one. ] It matters.

[ So there. ]

[ Showertime, bro. Yank yank. ]

[1/2 Private; Eavesdroppable for Karl, cause it's Sol's filter not Luke's]

[favoritetraitor]

Oh, I don't know... things. [He tries to gesture, hindered yet again.]

Running around the City, biting accosting people, wrecking havoc. Things.

[2/2 Private; Eavesdroppable for Karl, cause it's Sol's filter not Luke's]

[favoritetraitor]

... I just don't have the energy to deal with it.

[favoritetraitor]

Warthogs? How dare y- [His words get cut off with the sudden movement of being yanked in the direction of the bathroom.]

Karl! Stop this or so help me... [Empty threats.]

Re: [2/2 Private; Eavesdroppable for Karl, cause it's Sol's filter not Luke's]

[valentineluke]

Doubtful much will happen with a wet blanket in tow.

[worldofourown]

[ Empty as the emptiest of empty things. ]

[ Solomon gets hauled - none too gently - toward the bathroom, Karl muttering under his breath all the way. ]

At least when the curse ends, you'll be cleaner for it.

[Private; Eavesdroppable for Karl, cause it's Sol's filter not Luke's]

[favoritetraitor]

... you're enjoying this, aren't you? This isn't funny.

Re: [Private; Eavesdroppable for Karl, cause it's Sol's filter not Luke's]

[valentineluke]

I admit to attempting a little levity.

In all seriousness; if you wish to talk....

[favoritetraitor]

[As if any pain from being dragged could possibly compare to what he's been going through already. Still, he does put up some resistance. Weak, pathetic though it is...

He drags his heels, and halfway attempts to hold on to whatever is nearby. Naturally this means a bit of a mess that Karl will have to clean up later. Or not. Not Solomon's home.]

I said no. STOP.

[worldofourown]

[ He ignores the mess. And Solomon's protests. In his misguided, pushy way, he's looking out for his brother. It's disconcerting to see Solomon - so calm and confident - in this state. ]

What are you, a baby? [ Yanking harder. ] Water won't kill you. That stench might.