The farther they stepped down the cemented stairs, the quieter the waves from outside became. It was like stepping into a new world, abandoned by even the spirits. It created an aura of sorts, the kind someone gets when they’re all by themselves in the middle of the night. Contradicting, really– to feel completely alone but watched at the same time. The shadows were dark, dark enough to hide what was beneath them, like a thick blanket. Fortunately, Ciel Phantomhive wasn’t alone despite the feeling in his gut. Only about a foot away, Alois Trancy moved alongside him deeper into the depths of the unknown. Silence shrouded them currently, which was partially enjoyable considering all the new sights that needed to be looked over. Plus, he wasn’t much of a talker anyway.
As they reached the next set of stairs, light greeted them like the sun at dawn. It was dull, poor rays of light that radiated from a few dirtied bulbs but it was more than enough to illuminate the submarine that would ultimately be their ticket to the great city of which they were destined to go. Ciel admired the technology briefly, before finally breaking the quiet. “Welcome to Rapture,” he read aloud, stepping closer to the submerging elevator which had those same words inscribed onto it.
He took a quick glance at his partner in this journey, evaluating his person. Blonde hair, familiar blue eyes, a bit taller than he is– vague details, but important ones. Hair just slightly longer then his own, dressed proper, a ring on his finger… minor details, just as important. The Queen repeatedly stated this was dangerous, but couldn’t be ignored. She mentioned that there would be others down there, and the last thing Ciel needed was to mistake Alois for someone else or lose him while down there. They needed to make little to no mistakes. As proud as Ciel was, even he felt uneasy about the proposition. But he couldn’t turn it down, nor did he want to. As the Queen’s guard dog, it was his responsibility to nullify anything the Queen asks him to. This time, it was Rapture.
The “door” to the submarine was wide open, as if it was waiting for them to make their way down to this place all along. It was old fashioned, the inside colored a bright goldish-yellow with a red lining, the seats also red and rimmed with the same gold color. Gentle music played from the small container, the sound of violins reaching his ears, though the quality of the sound definitely had its better days. Ciel stayed quiet as he walked up to it, his nerves finally catching up to him. There he was - just steps away into what could be hell or just another detour. He eyed a lever inside the submarine, and guessed it was what activated it.
Ciel was hesitant - partially because he didn’t trust the circular structure that was last used who knows when. He didn’t want to step into the submarine, at least not first. He felt childish, but he wasn’t scared of what could happen, persay.. it was more an unsteady feeling. It took him long enough to accept even the possibility of a city being created underwater. After researching the underwater phenomenon through quotes of others and the documents given to him by the Queen, he was forced to believe it. It didn’t mean he trusted it. Any of it.
