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Who: Ronald and the rest of you lot
Where: Near the coral
When: Probably in the morning
Style: Action but will follow you
Status: Open

[ There's a scuffle, Vatheon. His SFC is pointed to the sky but anyone would be able to hear him distinctly over the network. ]

Blimey, ow. Ah, hell... it all hurts.

[ Ronald's prodding his cheek slightly with a thumb as he gets up. Truth be told, he's an absolute wreck. His uniform's bloody and a mess, his hair's disheveled and his glasses are being groped for before being put back on his face. ]

ow... owowowowowowow... Beastly, that's what he was. Not that I'd expected mercy... cor now, hold on...

[ And then he realizes he isn't on the ship anymore. ]

This isn't the Campania. Did I fall into the ocean then?

[ There's a sigh though as he strains to sit up, finally spotting the SFC and eyeing it curiously before picking it up. ]

...Don't think anyone can hear me through this, can they?

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Right.

[ And trotting right after him. But his mind's wandering like it usually does. ]

I'd wager if I hafta to stay here a bit longer, I'll prolly have to get a place of my own.

Considering everything is free, it is not too much of an issue. You just need to have patience enough to look at each of the offered housings.

[ And with that, he'll open up the door to his flat, allowing Ronald inside. ]

The bathroom is down the hall. Please refrain from sitting on anything until you've cleaned up.

Give me a bit and I'll be out of your hair quicker than you can Jack Robinson.

[ His hands are jammed in his pockets when he walks in, uttering a low whistle of appreciation. ]

Swank, sir. Very swank. Good view and everything.

[ He'll be a good boy and not touch anything save for parking his butt near the window and drying his hair which is definitely more of a mop than it usually is. ]

Thank you, I suppose.

[ He heads towards his bedroom to pick a suit for Ron. He isn't gone long, returning only a few minutes later. ]

The suit is laid out on my bed. And here, you will need these, as well.

[ He hands Ronald a box of band-aids and a bottle or peroxide, assuming the boy doesn't need him to help bandage him up. ]

[ There's a small look of distaste at the peroxide but necessary evils and all that. ]

Right. I'll... be in the loo then. Don't mind the yelps of pain and all. Just a warning.

[ And without a second to spare, he's gone to shuffle himself to the bathroom with said suit and the band-aid-peroxide combo.

There are no yelps though save for the occasional hiss and greatly stifled yelp. However, there's a pause though from it and he doesn't bother opening the door, instead asking through it. ]

...Sir, I don't think I recall getting this tattoo...

Mmm-hmm.

[ William dismisses Ronald to the bathroom.

When he hears his other question though, his attention is caught once more. ]

A tattoo? You were probably drunk and weren't thinking.

[ Seems William's tattoo must be in a not-at-all noticeable place, otherwise surely he'd noticed he had one too, by now. ]

Doesn't look like the kind of tat someone'd make on a drunken mistake if you ask me. And begging your pardon sir but I don't recall it being on when I left for the Campania.

[ A moment passes before he steps out, stripped to the waist with that towel over his shoulders.

There's a slight visibly shaken look on his face as he does. There in plain sight on his lower left abdomen is said mark. ]

It... kind of looks like...

[ He doesn't want to say it for fear of saying it solidifying the very idea... but you probably know it's on the tip of his tongue.

A demon's contract. ]

[ Don't mind William as he moves closer and leans over to get a good look at it. ]

A contract seal.

[ Have a slight eye twitch as he looks back up at Ronald. ]

What did you two get into before I arrived on the Campania? Honestly.

Nothing, honest! The only demon we came into contact with was Sebastian and he wouldn't form another contract without breaking the one he's got with the Phantomhive boy.

[ There's a small frown though as he looks it over. It's still a little striking though, still a little worrying. ]

Don't even remember seeing it 'til now, really. I wouldn't have missed it being right out there and all...

[ Good point, Knox. ]

I would say it has something to do with us suddenly arriving here, but I have not seen such a thing anywhere on myself.

[ Doesn't mean it has to be in a noticeable spot, William ;) ]

Don't think it's a demon what's gone and done this to us then? Marked us all and--

[ Shudder. Even the idea was unsettling. ]

That's corals a bit of a wonder though, isn't it? You think that could be it?

[ Could be somewhere inconspicuous -- like, maybe your butt. ]

No. They cannot make a contract without the consent of the parties involved. It is the only shred of decency they possess.

[ He adjusts his glasses, thinking as he looks at the odd design of the tattoo. ]

I do not see why the coral would mark you and not me. What would be the purpose of that?

Got a point there... Free will and all that, eh?

[ Still can't help but wonder though if that applies to reapers. Though being held under such close scrutiny... There's a ruffle of his hair as he stays still. ]

Buggered if I know... Course, now I'm kind of wondering if it's really just me.

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