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A different sort of Victorian au
Jekyll is surprised to find himself in a house not dissimilar in style to his own in life. In fact, quite similar, clearly aristocratic. The owners must be interested in antiques from the Victorian Era. Or maybe his new Master purposefully sought out a space that would be appropriate for summoning such a Servant. But then he sets eyes on the boy before him, and even his clothing is in line...is this cosplay?? Or was he actually summoned to his own time. Is that even possible?
Regardless, he must look like a fool, and quite rude, looking around so surprised. As he catches himself, Jekyll straightens himself out and smiles, offering up a hand.
"Are you my Master? Hello, how good to meet you."
Regardless, he must look like a fool, and quite rude, looking around so surprised. As he catches himself, Jekyll straightens himself out and smiles, offering up a hand.
"Are you my Master? Hello, how good to meet you."
'IS THIS COSPLAY' also. fudging stuff around for AU
Dorian didn't think it would work.
The summoning circle he had set out was in part a matter of curiosity. The gathering of an artefact said to be from a modern horror story was no less than the daring that Lord Henry had challenged him to. But those are all new emotions, fluttering and hesitant things friendly pressed against his mind.
And he really, truly, summoned a Heroic Spirit into a circle. Him. Not any of the Lords at the Clock Tower, but him.
"I mean—I am? I am. I imagine I am. I am your Master, very good to meet you as well, I—" He takes the hand to shake it, tries a better smile; "—I am Dorian Gray."
why can't I get Lazarus for my phone uwoooo
When the handshake is dropped, he steps out of the circle, and in doing so, takes notice of it. "My! Such fine work, you must have studied hard indeed." The enthusiasm is accented by stooping to inspect it more closely, tracing a line with a finger. "I am impressed already, Master."
Please excuse the nerd. Magic is neat...
i wrote a tag reply to this but apparently it never... went??
He is left in the indelicate position of thinking he nows who he is talking to and, on consideration of the other rumours surrounding the incident, finding that the appearance of the Servant is not that of the story, and so not being entirely certain if he is speaking with whom he thinks he is. But he can't ask. That would just be too much. He mustn't.
Flustered by that social uncertainty, he even so flushes in pleasure. "That's very kind of you. I did hope very much that I wouldn't botch it all. You're a mage yourself, Mr—Berserker?"
He hadn't realized that about the late Dr Jekyll. But perhaps it wasn't Jekyll? Or perhaps he simply hadn't known.
we're full of problems
Oh, but his Master sounds a little uncertain, why could that be? Oh, yes, it must be surprise that he's claimed to be a Berserker but shows no signs of it. Well, he doesn't really have a good explanation for that himself, even with Hyde, really shouldn't a Berserker always be mad?
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And yet isn't the legend that this man had worn an evil, darker double? His sins divided from him...
"Perhaps... I mean to say, you would not object if I wished to call you by name. Would you?"
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"Ah, forgive me, you must think me terribly illmannered. My true name is Henry Jekyll - 'at your service, Mr. Gray'?" He laughs, "How strange it feels to say." To think he would ever be in the servant's position.
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But he also sees that apparently his name is recognised... "I apologise too if we have met previously and I cannot seem to recall." Although he's sure that isn't the case, but here's hoping it's that rather than the novel.
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He almost wants to take his hand, but he can't quite. He looks away. "Rumours are often full of embellishment. A story isn't a truth."
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"Some have a surprising amount of truth in them." Although he appreciates the idea, that he might not be so bad as the stories and rumours say. "The details may differ, but the sentiment remains. You must keep yourself safe from me, just as much as I shall endeavour to ensure your safety against others."
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"From . . . him?"
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Dorian ducks his head, lips pressed together. He looks back up. "I should like that as well, Doctor."