[The ritual had gone completely wrong, and not in any way close to what was intended. A new body was supposed to be created, and then the plot had been to steal it from beneath Lucio's nose. It wasn't the spell that was incorrect. It worked perfectly. Everyone filled a seat, everything fell into place— but then a strange magic crossed streams with the spell. Everyone broke free, no body was made, Asra muttered something in distress about some kind of an overlap, and then a skinny, sickly blonde boy crashed right onto the table, and everything went to hell.
Eichi doesn't remember much of that, since the stress on his body was too much, and after there was some arguing, and some strange tall man was helping him off of the table, he collapsed.
When he woke up, he was freezing cold and stuck in a dungeon cell, so that was alarming enough. Calling for guards didn't offer him any explanation, except for eventually an answer that the Count had put him there and there was nothing anyone could do.
Now, sitting in his same school uniform, hugging his knees for warmth in a corner of the cell, he's struggling to think of how to get out of here. Even if he were able to trick his way out, what would he do then? He doesn't know what this place is, where it is, what's going on... More than that, the clothing of the people he recalls were like they'd been at a party, the clothes of people passing by to visit others were types he couldn't place as from only one culture, and his cell phone was left carelessly in his pocket... with no reception whatsoever. He's started coughing, since his body can't take these conditions, and he's sure he heard the guards talking about it... Is that a good thing?
Blinking a little blearily, when he looks up this time he notices that someone is approaching. Someone quite grand looking, actually— if it weren't for the expression on his face, maybe. Despite not knowing a thing about this place, Eichi can recognize that this is the "Count" immediately.]
♕ I'm the bad guy, duh
Eichi doesn't remember much of that, since the stress on his body was too much, and after there was some arguing, and some strange tall man was helping him off of the table, he collapsed.
When he woke up, he was freezing cold and stuck in a dungeon cell, so that was alarming enough. Calling for guards didn't offer him any explanation, except for eventually an answer that the Count had put him there and there was nothing anyone could do.
Now, sitting in his same school uniform, hugging his knees for warmth in a corner of the cell, he's struggling to think of how to get out of here. Even if he were able to trick his way out, what would he do then? He doesn't know what this place is, where it is, what's going on... More than that, the clothing of the people he recalls were like they'd been at a party, the clothes of people passing by to visit others were types he couldn't place as from only one culture, and his cell phone was left carelessly in his pocket... with no reception whatsoever. He's started coughing, since his body can't take these conditions, and he's sure he heard the guards talking about it... Is that a good thing?
Blinking a little blearily, when he looks up this time he notices that someone is approaching. Someone quite grand looking, actually— if it weren't for the expression on his face, maybe. Despite not knowing a thing about this place, Eichi can recognize that this is the "Count" immediately.]
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