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Ahem.

[The video reveals a rather proper looking young girl (ignore the old blood stains on her dress), sat in front of a rather impressive sprawl of vials, jars, and herbs.]

I am Sieglinde Sullivan, and though I have made some of your acquaintances, there are far more of you than one can expect me to know- so please consider this my formal introduction.

[She pauses, until. Yes, that's right, no one could reply yet.]

My true purpose in contacting you all is to find out who among you is capable of healing, whether that be in the scientific or magical sense. I am aware of some of you, but I could use some assistance in the production of potions and salves if there are any among you competent with such things.

Even someone unskilled could be of use if you are willing to learn and have a steady hand.

I would also appreciate the chance to speak more leisurely with those who may have knowledge of healing methods different from those of my own.

I await your contact with pleasure.

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[Unspoken as it was, she was grateful that it didn't come to explanations. She'd tried them- barebones ones that simply tried to explain it in medical terms, roundabout ones... But they were all reminders of what she wanted to forget. Her handicap, her need to rely on others for even the simplest of things.

So she simply nodded, scrambling somewhat awkwardly onto his back and lacing her arms loosely around his neck.]

It is fine like this, yes.

[She was growing used to the somewhat improper method of transportation- though she supposed she couldn't fault anyone for it. Her manservant had carried her easily on the crook of one arm, but he had been a specimen of a specific muscular caliber. She couldn't fault people for wanting use of their arms, after all. Or lanterns.]

Tell you what, when we get the sun back, I'll do it properly. [It will be swoon-worthy! But, for now, this will have to do. He hauls her up and starts off at a brisk pace. He begrudgingly realizes this might tire him out more than Sieglinde, but... he's doing his part, that's all.]

[When we get the sun back.

That makes Sieglinde hum pensively into the back of his shoulder, grip tightening to keep holding on as he picked up the pace. "When".]

- have you any ideas? About the sun.

[Ideas she had in spades. But actual things to implement...]

Ideas? Eh... [To be honest, very few. For all their time here, it felt like they had pitifully little relevant information. Still, it was safe to assume one of two things: either they would get the sun back, or they would fail and probably no one would want to be princess carried about it. Still, he gives the question fair consideration.]

The best I can tell is- it's probably something related to magic... From the signs at the festivals, the rumors... If there's a group or person behind the spell, then by stopping them we stop the spell, right? [Despite being an animated sword spirit, the idea of magic is still fairly strange to him.]

Only magic can explain its loss without the loss of life that ought to follow...

[She agreed with that assessment, at least. Even if she'd been told of "science"... didn't all natural laws say that without light, all would eventually die? First plants, then animals, and then man...]

But destroying the enchanter does not always dismantle his spell.

[At least, such was what she had read.]

Not always... ahh, I guess. [He sighs. Why can't all things be as simple as "kill problem"? Not that he imagines Sieg would approve of too much arbitrary violence.]

We found a book, at one of those abandoned houses, but whatever spell did that [he tilts his head upwards, towards the blackened sky] was missing. They tore a few pages out. They're probably out of our reach, by now... [Destroyed, or tucked away somewhere "safe."]

What?

[She almost strangled him for a second there, her shocked reaction knee jerk turned odd by the fact that she was in the middle of a piggy back ride.]

You found a spell book? Where is it now?

[Gk-!!] Eh, well, yeah... [He's supposed to be getting Sieglinde away from worries and work. He messed up.]

We're just assuming it's real, for now. It's not something you need to worry about. [He speaks dismissively, testing the waters and seeing if the topic can be dropped.]

[Though she'd seemed tired before there was little trace of that in her behavior now (besides the shadows under her eyes), interest piqued by the idea of a spell book.]

What do you mean it's "not something I should worry about"?

[In fact she sounds offended at the suggestion.]

Having a look at something like that is our chance to determine what sort of magic the person who put out the sun used- that's the first step to figuring out how to undo what he's done!

Well, like I said, the important pages seemed to be torn out! Are you saying you can figure it out, then? Even with that information missing? [Attempt to dissuade, part one!]

Maybe we can't figure out the exact spell, but if we can understand what sort of magic he uses-

[Oooh, it's so frustrating to try and talk magic with someone who didn't have the right background-]

If he uses sigils, or the elements, or certain ingredients... it will work as clues to figuring out what we may need to undo it...

[He's got the completely wrong background and that doesn't help him effectively dissuade her at all.

Ah, I guess I sort of get it. [blatant lies] Aaah, I was excited for our date, but we could go see it... [Time to try and play off a presumed delicate lady's sensibilities.] There's just one little problem.. The book's in my room, you know? So, we'd have to head there... [Every drawn-out word has implications strewn into it,] together, in the dark, just the two of us...

[Heading to the room of a beautiful man unaccompanied in the dark. Alone. Just the two of them. In. A. Bedroom. (Maybe.)

Sieglinde's imagination is impressive even without the help of his tone, and her cheeks color and gaze drifts upward- combined with the weird twist up in her lip, it was. Rather perverse for a young girl.]

W- well. That wouldn't be a problem unless you had some sort of... Intent...

[TO RAVISH HER?]

[He can't see her expression but the tone of her voice... doesn't seem dissuaded. He's not sure if that works in his favor or not.]

Ah, well- sometimes intents change, you know? [he puts on an airy tone, like he can't promise anything] The right atmosphere, things happen... A mature lady such as yourself knows these things, right? I'd hate to put you in any sort of uncomfortable situation...

["A mature lady such as herself"! She clears her throat a bit suddenly to disguise another expression or noise she may otherwise have made, holding a fist to her mouth for a moment. Of course she had read much of such encounters, but... Sebastian and Ciel had been quite firm on insisting the outside world's interactions between men and women were not so... Lust-driven.]

Of course, I am well aware...

[Said in her most commanding and mature of voices, never mind she's being carried piggyback at the moment...]

But this situation is serious. If the spell book is in your residence we ought go there at once. I am almost positive I can control myself.

[Almost. Positive. (Well, she's not about to lie, who knew what could happen-).]

But you will need to take care and think only of business. I understand this may be difficult for you-

[After all, what if her charms were more formidable than she thought...]

[He chokes back a small noise himself. The way she was entirely sure of herself there almost made him laugh. His more "noble" and righteous plan of wearing her out with shopping seems to fly out the window. Besides, he thinks to himself, she wasn't going to just let the spell book thing go. This could at least be entertaining. Not taking it anywhere serious, he was better than that, but seeing how far he could stretch her imagination.]

Ahh, right... I'm a sword, you know, but I'm also a man. [and a child of the river, but he doubted the brothel implication would work in his favor with someone like Sieglinde] I can surely guarantee your safety from any blade or assassin, but... [the implication being a certain risk]

Mmmm, well. For now, I can definitely bow to your wishes. [And so he changes his route with a light, airy chuckle. Away from the shopping district and back towards Abel Inn.]

[Magic had made up Sieglinde's world as long as she could remember. Magic and the pursuit of knowledge, as befitting a witch. Even though Wolfram had told her, in the last words he managed, that she was just a normal girl...

It didn't feel right. Not now. Not yet.

Besides the magic, there was the little matter of the rather titillating nature of the trip. She had invited men into her own parlor since her arrival here, but. It would be her first time in a man's... Room...]

As a former sword yourself I did imagine you may be skilled with your blade, but...

Hmmm? [It's a difficult task to flirt with someone you're carrying piggyback. Difficult, but not impossible. He idly laments having his jacket collar and scarf, so he couldn't present an appealing neck.]

Was there a lot of imagining, [His free hand, previously stabilizing her leg, may slide an inch higher. Completely innocently, of course. She's free to ignore the light brush of his fingertips against her leg.] then?

[At least their position meant he didn't need to control his expression. He can't help but smirk, trying to elicit a reaction.]

[cnsockdlsndkf

It truly was a good thing they couldn't accurately observe each other's facial expressions, because Sieglinde might have jumped a foot in the air if she wasn't actually holding on to Kiyomitsu. But- but perhaps she was imagining things, yes, that was a possibility, surely, but she accidentally froze up for... A long moment... Before she suddenly rerembered how to talk. And breathe.]

O- oh, I wouldn't say an abundance of thought... Simply an observation... !

Ah, well, I should have known. [he chuckles, at both the long pause and the stuttering start] You must have an eye for this sort of thing, after all.

[They make it back to the warm lamp-light of the Abel Inn. Even with the solemn situation (that Kashuu Kiyomitsu was entirely ignoring by flirting with a preteen), there was a certain bustle to the downstairs of the inn. Ah, he'd definitely need to stay tame while heading up to the room.]

We'll be there, soon. Are you comfortable? [one extra trace of the fingertips. for luck. maybe.]

[Perhaps this was something like a trial... She has been lulled into a false sense of security by Sebastian and Ciel's insistence that the men of the outside world were not as lusty and bestial as some of her books led her to believe... But what if that was only true for their "England"...

Not the men from other worlds. Or... Men who used to be swords.

Terribly unskilled at lying, people in the lobby were likely giving them a double take- not just for the method of arrival, but the very, very odd look on Sieglinde's face.]

Perfectly comfortable... !

Obviously mature and experienced women such as herself didn't make much of such simple flirtations... !]

Good, good. [And he'll be good for the remainder of the trip of to his room. There's some minor shuffling to unlock the door, then.]

You'll have to pardon my mess, [he says, bringing her in. There's actually not a lot of mess, due to the fact there's not many things in the room. There's the basic level of decor to be expected in an inn. A nice lamp, sturdy desk, comfy chair, bed... But not a lot of extra things added. The most mess is a few papers on the desk and his casual clothes hung over the back of the chair. The spellbook is conspicuously not out in the open.] I'll put you down, then grab it.

[Bed, chair, bed, chair... Enjoy sitting at the edge of the bed, Sieglinde.]

[Okay, Sieglinde... This is it... Be cool... Be calm...

She manages not to make a peep even when set down on the bed, knees pressed tightly together and hands on said knees over her heavy skirts, carefully not looking in Kiyomitsu's direction lest her attention be taken for invitation. Instead she concentrated on the mundane: lamps.]

You keep a clean quarters... It does not offend.

[She should say something, right???]

And I'd hate to offend. [That said, Kashuu is fairly obedient. For all the teasing his did on the way over, his first action is to retrieved the spellbook. Keeping it out in the open seemed like an opportunity for disaster, so he decided to steal a technique from the woman they took it from... his hid it under the bed. Once retrieved, he heads back to the side Sieglinde is on.]

Here~ for you. [His first instinct is to just drop it on her lap, but he reins himself in to set it gently.] Look for as long as you like. [Even though he figured he was (mostly) done teasing, he does sit down right next to her, with little to no space in- between.]

[Thankfully, (or unfortunately, depending on how one viewed things), any titillation Sieglinde was experiencing faded out abruptly at the sight of the spellbook.

She barely notices how close Kiyomitsu was sitting, instead staring down fascinated at the grimoire itself, beginning to example the cover for any seals before she remembered that he'd mentioned others finding it before, and they'd opened it without consequence-

Not realizing she hadn't said anything yet, Sieglinde cautiously opened the book, beginning to give it a cursory once over- checking the language, number of pages, presence of diagrams.

Like only the book really existed at that moment.]

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