For Imperial Saga

[his_mistress]

1) You're invited to tea~!

Or perhaps you requested to have a meeting with the lady of the house. Either way, Celia and you shall meet.

When you arrive a butler promptly leads you through the garden to a large green house. Inside the greenhouse seems to be in bloom with exotic flowers and greenery. In the middle of said room, Celia was already sitting down to a table for two, expensive china put out just for the guest's honor.

"How are you today? I'm sure my butler has treated you respectfully, yes?"

2) Kidnapped!

Kidnapping children, shame on you. Either way the little lady is tied up rather well and not looking too pleased about it either. That, and she's inside of a rather large bird cage. She'll never get the appeal of large cages ever unless they house animals instead of people, even then, she doesn't like to spend much time at places such as zoological gardens. It's filthy and smells funny at times

3) Oh Noes!

On the side of the road near a small village a carriage seems to have broken down. A nice one at that. Around the small village if one is lucky enough Celia is strolling about to pass the time. 

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[rejected_trash]

[Not quite what Sync had imagined when he'd been sent in on a rare collection job instead of another assassination. As he looked over the decidedly gilded cage, he finally stopped infront of the girl within.]

Who are you?

[his_mistress]

Countess Celia Phantomhive.

...

Who are you?

[Does he work with the kidnappers? It was hard to tell at this point.]

[rejected_trash]

Sync the Tempest.

[He then moved off to the door, listening for a guard. Hiding at the edge of the door, Sync waited for him to walk in to inspect the room, immediately sweeping his legs out from under him before snapping his neck. He was lucky enough to have the key on him, which Sync relieved him of.

Then it was time to move over and unlock the cage.]

Alright, we're leaving.

[his_mistress]

[That...was surprising to say the least...regardless though.]

Where are we going?

[You may be rescuing her but that doesn't mean she trusts you.]

[rejected_trash]

I've got orders to take you to Britain.

[Not exactly ideal circumstances for travel, but it would work out somehow he hoped. Opening the door, he waited for her to get out. He didn't really want to handle her, but he'd have to pick her up likely if they wanted to make good time out of there.]

[his_mistress]

Who gave the orders?

[Honestly, she had too many enemies to consider. Any one of them could have given this order. Also, she's not getting out until she knows.]

[rejected_trash]

The Church.

[Let's hurry along now. He's not the patient sort considering they're surrounded and the only reason they're not being beared down upon was the fact that no one knew he was there.]

[his_mistress]

Why would the church want to save me?

[If they knew about her butler she'd most likely be burned at the stake. She stayed in the cage staring him down...at least the most one could do with one eye.]

[rejected_trash]

That's between you and them; it's not my place to question orders.

[Likely, a sentiment she'd relate to well. He met her stare with his mask, revealing nothing to her while he waited.]

Are you coming?

[his_mistress]

[She almost didn't want to, but going with him would more than likely be for the best. If anything, the Church would probably be easier to escape from rather than I place like this, especially while they're traveling. After a moment, and with some careful consideration towards not showing her legs to him, she hopped out of the cage.]

I suppose so.