HELLISH

citizen | kagerou's mansion | enhanced strength at half power | high quality cutlery (gifted by kagerou) and one (1) wooden spork (thanks scientists) affiliated with citta alveare.

[antemorrtem-blog]

♞* ! that butler, running errands

     One could never have quite enough tablecloths, especially in such a large mansion with many messy eaters running amok. Not only did tablecloths have their practical uses, the fine details in quality made them somewhat of an art to be displayed with the rest of the table setting when presentation was of utmost importance. Therefore it was with presentation in mind that the butler stood for the first time in months before rows of the highest quality embroidered table cloths, nestled deep within a high-end department store. Gloves slid themselves against cotton, inspecting up-close the differences in each in order to find the most suitable pick for the Phantomhive’s hospitality.

     His thoughts were not entirely engulfed in the fine laces, however; making her way down the same aisle, coincidentally, there appeared Miss Celestia Ludenberg. The two had met four times now, making this quite a special occasion; other than “close family friends,” not many have lived long enough to encounter the demon a fourth time.

     He would accuse the city of this one.

     “Miss Ludenberg,” his voice carried with a smile as he bowed into a greeting. “What a pleasant surprise. What brings you here today? Shopping for your dining ware?”

[antemorrtem-blog]

greetings! as i have steeled myself for more threads on sebastian, i would like to formally drop all current threads with him minus alisa’s challenge thread. therefore, i’ll be going around liking a few rp ads until i can get his muse stable again.

if you would like another thread with the gorgeous demon butler, please feel free to drop me a message and we may plot something!

thank you for your understanding!

[saravalt]

*♔wrath of god —

[kageroushoukiin]

saravalt:

[visravana]

      Comprehension was there not as to what the transformations entailed, the telling alteration of physical characteristics unable to be properly recognized for what it meant. The ones whom had undergone the change were regarded as they had upon first sighting, lesser entities existing only to empower it once thoroughly consumed. There was no perplexity nor distrust, the maelstrom of emotions that often overrode the woman’s senses having no residence within the new existence that she’d unwillingly been forced to become; there was nothing of Alisa Amiella left, or so it truly appeared.       Inhuman pupils simply remained level, focused entirely on the ensuing hunt that’d begun through the actions of the particularly eager quarry. It’d had a pursuit no sooner occur, immensely heavy footfalls making the fleet-footedness harbored all the more surprising as with unexpected haste had it come up upon the fleeing form. The intended course of action to follow was for keen-edged talons to piece through the flesh within close proximity, the blood that’d be drawn to be added to the spilled liquid staining the surroundings, but the lack of attention pertaining to the other two present proved to be a folly.       Body had been held backwards by means of a choking hold, whatsoever was so snugly wrapped about the broad nape just managing to halt the beast scant moments before the slaughter could occur. It was nothing more than an itch, a trite restriction capable of being overcome with little effort exerted in the same way one did away with a bothersome mosquito. This was accomplished by going towards the force that held it in place rather than fruitlessly attempt to pull free, massive form rounding in order for glowing hues to fall upon the woman.       In place of charging in the same manner it had done whilst advancing on the retreating individual did it instead bound over the woman, positions reversed as did this permit the constricting length to be used against the bearer. Head angled upwards for the chord to steadily drag the perched body of the heavenly being towards it, reeling the prey in akin to drawing in a fish. Forepaws steadied themselves in order to establish an unmovable position, and once the other god was near enough did the cage-like portion of it’s chest brighten with a multitude of fiery shades.       It’d been a minute warning of what was to come.

      From the bowels of it’s bottomless stomach did a flurry of blistering embers emerge, springing forth from parted jaws to shoot outwards in a controlled inferno. Ground was scorched in but an instant, the charred remains blackened beyond recognition as neck swayed from side to side to enlarge the range of the destructive force. The new temperature of the venue was sweltering, yet another hurdle to overcome in the midst of this fruitless endeavor, but whether or not the woman had been able to escape the blaze was certainly a more pressing.

conguer

Playing off his own survival was perhaps a horrible outcome to his plans. However, the ogre, already knowing the chance of success rapidly slimmed down when the Aragami displayed the attributes that it inhibited, found it hard to halt such a process. The safety of Alisa came first, and with those that accompanied him in the battle, injury to their beings did not cause him a guilty mind. A demon and a God; certainly, to Kagerou, the two could handle themselves. “I’m already running! Fuwahaha!” Laughter sounded out, although it sounded batted, the demon’s heart beating a mile a minute at the thought of what was chasing him from behind. Thankfully, with his companion’s assistance, he was able to catch his breathe for a moment, head turning in every direction for sign of the other or even start devising a plan of sorts. Gulping down any nervousness he may have owned at that point in time, the voice of his brethren eased off anything that clouded his next actions. “I like that! How sadistic of you—” With a quick view of the suitcase that Alisa carried at her side and was proclaimed to be what she fought against Aragami, he yelled out, armed knife pointing towards the suitcase with ease, “Throw that suitcase to me, Sebastian!” He hadn’t a concern over the god until he viewed the fight that continued without him— and surprisingly, he caught sight of the Aragami jumping over the other, azure widened as he feared that she would have been squashed underneath the beast’s ferocious weight over anything. Thankfully— truly he was thankful for the fact that the beast landed far from her, though what resulted in it was her being pulled back. Sandal stepped on the ground, before a burst of energy and strength surged through him in order to stand in front of her, Kagerou’s knife being swung to the top of his head in a protective gesture.

A searing pain slowly dripped down his hand and arms, the few embers that didn’t make it to the sword had instead pierced his skin and fell inside of his yukata, Kagerou gritting his teeth at the contact. It was painful— it’s been a long time since he’s ever been hurt, and despite the burning torment on his being, the excitement of the fight did not leave. In the midst the sound of crackling fire, he shouted to the one behind him, “Go on and strike now when it’s least expecting it!”

senshokami

Experience of controlling her whip had gained expectancy in approach of the wild creature, the reverse affect becoming harder to grasp in her stead and initiating the plan to loosen the grip. Albeit the procedure, however, what hadn’t registered in her mind was the fiery attack that would soon graze her in boiling temperature. When immobile movements established themselves on the ground, attention continued to prey on it until instincts heightened by the incoming flames. Relieving the capture by retrieving it back to her side, limited time was given to avoid the wave of fire whirling at her.

Dumbfound motions were given mercy from the protection of a grand sword, however, the man standing behind her to sear onto it instead. What a fool she was, unable to take care of herself when she was a god born from warfare. She should have done better than this, alas this was no time to grieve on her mistakes. Briefly staring at him in incredulity, her steed came to immediately bring her back into action, lifting her weight from behind to take ride upon his spine and quickly scurry behind the distracted foe. No time hesitated, a hand rested on the scruffy mane until they approached from behind, pushing force against it to make another great leap.

The whip still in her hand, suspecting she still had enough to sustain through this battle, an arm raised up in the air in preparations of a harsh lash. Targeting around the backbone, she released the gathered strength into a single swift swing, attempting to cause reflexes of the beast to be slugged by lowering it on the ground through pressure. 

antemorrtem

[antemorrtem-blog]

     Again, with the orders. He was finding it rather difficult to fit quite properly within this group of people, either due to learned behaviors induced by his contract, or the mere oddity of the ones present. Or... maybe it was for a different reason entirely. Gloves wrapped around the handle of the case indicated by the group’s leader, a pull upwards revealing the unexpected weight of the object. Amiella’s weapon hadn’t been touched before this today, though when the size of the great, hopping beast was taken into account, the contraption was undoubtedly a heavy one.      He had readied his aim – and quickly kept his arm back, as the enemy rained down a bursting stream of flame matching the great fires he himself once created. Until the fire calmed, silhouettes of the two showed protection, and quite soon after, a second attack from the woman began. Despite the challenge the foe presented, seeing the two work in harmony was to spur a slight hope within the demon’s spirit.

     Readying his aim a second time, the suitcase was flung with such an effort that it dug within the ground heated by the blaze near Kagerou’s feet. Three pointedly sharpened butter knives revealed themselves from beneath the butler’s coat, tucked between digits until they shot forth like bullets towards the beast’s head. There was no telling how critical the hit would be, even if the enemy’s eye was pierced through, as the inner workings of the creature were unknown to all. The crack of the whip unseen by the demon so far away left another hopeful impression; if enough damage was dealt, perhaps a chance would emerge for the group to find Alisa within the monster’s giant form.

saravalt​

[antemorrtem-blog]

Undertaker was here, Sebastian will never get my grandson’s soul while I’m on patrol.

[sanguinetactics]

       Once the stain was effectively gone, Morgan would stare in awe at the skill of the man before him as he watched where the stain was, finding it quite unbelievable to know that the stain was now completely gone. It almost looked as if it was never there say for his now relatively damp sleeve, but that would dry soon enough in time.

" That would be true.. perhaps from this point on I should carry some salt with me just in case incidents like this happen. I definitely have the pockets for it! " Putting his arm down, Morgan would watch as the older of the two explain his situation over his freedom during the events.          When brought up over if he had anything to do for the night would he shake his head, the smile still remaining on his face as he beamed up at him in thanks and respect for his help.

" Truth be told I had no plans on doing much tonight seeing as I came by myself, so some conversation is more than welcome in my books! Speak of, my name is Morgan! I ought to give you my name at least. And your’s? " 

[antemorrtem-blog]

     "Yes, it's definitely a useful ingredient. You never know when you may need to clean a spill, or even ward off a demon." A chuckle, derived from the irony of his words, quietly rumbled forth. The child's positivity was positively radiant, so unlike that of the one he'd spent an unhealthy amount of time around in this life. His beaming was a quality he'd admired, if only handled for a short amount of time. Too much brightness burned him out.

     "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mister Morgan. My name is Sebastian Michaelis." The smile remained present until the previous statement provided reason for question.

     "You came alone? Surely you've had some fun this evening to make up for it? Perhaps dancing, or meeting with friends? I hope your night has fared well anyways. A ball is a time for celebration."

[caelocadentem]

❝Aғᴛᴇʀɴᴏᴏɴ Tᴇᴀ

          {♚}— Similar to the times back at his own manor, Ciel isn’t one for social gatherings, especially those that he orchestrates. There are the very few however, that he allows to happen seemingly on whim but always with an underlying purpose behind the gathering of people or person depending on the situation. There is probably a purpose as to why he requested the audience of two females he had never met. If so, it is something less heavy than why he would normally invite someone over for lunch or dinner.

Really, it’s two parts curiosity from hearing his butler mention the two names on the occasion and the other part boredom he doesn’t like feeling. He doubts Sebastian would mention anyone he’s met in passing to the young boy unless he knew it would be beneficial in some way either for his own sake or Ciel’s, the earl was not too clear on that part in particular. As long as it doesn’t end up being detrimental to his health in some way, he doesn’t completely mind spending the afternoon with two strangers; lunch is nearly always a better time to converse with most people anyway. 

Despite how long it has been since the noble has dressed according to his title, he wears his high social standing like a second skin; posture and mannerisms never having completely left. Thank goodness his closet was stuffed with formal wear just appropriate for this occasion because he was would not have gone through with this meeting otherwise. He’s quite vain for someone so small.

❝The guests should be here by now shouldn’t they, Sebastian?❞ Inquiry spoken with a tone of notable neutrality, the boy not bothering to turn his head and face the other occupant of the room while he speaks. ❝Go see if they’ve arrived yet, maybe they got lost trying to find the room.❞

antemorrtem; deceptionair; kainashii

[antemorrtem-blog]

     An array of larkspurs spilled over the rims of tall vases, cascading blue complimenting the white and blue china placed accordingly across the pristine white tablecloth. Two very special guests were due to arrive any moment now, each of them holding their own values as acquaintances that may very well benefit the Phantomhive and his company should everything go as planned. Miss Ludenberg had quite a profitable organization, and Miss Saiko had quite the taste in games of this modern era. A relationship, whether bountiful or not, could not end badly.

     With preparations complete, what remained was the arrival of said guests. As his master spoke, the butler straightened himself. "Certainly, Young Master."

     On any normal day in the Phantomhive Manor, guests would be met and welcomed at the door into the entry hall with every staff member present, and lead whatever which way their business would suggest. In this atmosphere, where people were not regarded as staff members but rather 'roommates', similar status meant opening the door to visitors was nothing special. Therefore, the chances of the very company getting lost were high.      He was relieved to find both ladies stationed in the Grand Foyer, supposedly let in by another housemate. Steps were made quite audible as they echoed off the tiles and announced his entrance into the room, approaching them both with grace and dipping politely into a bow once stopped.

     "Good afternoon, Miss Saiko, Miss Ludenberg. Welcome to Lord Kagerou Shoukiin's Manor. If you please, follow me to the breakfast room. The young master is waiting there." Offering an arm forward to direct their way of movement, Sebastian began walking back in the way he'd come. The directions were left after the central gallery, straight through the kitchen, and right through the family room. It was a bit of a walk until then.

     "Have the two have you become acquainted or are introductions in order?"

deceptionair

[saravalt]

*♔wrath of god —

      Contamination witnessed firsthand was now personally experienced, the tragedy once caused by a third party but enacted by her own hand subjected to in a karmic manner. The origin of deep seeded lamentation, the reason for why repentance remained vehemently sought to this very day, had been the collapse of control caused by a purposeful phrase. It had been a situation unable to be avoided as the command had been instilled whilst mental shields were without formation, the persuasive hypnosis used upon but a mere child whom had lost everything and would only take away what had been gained in the process. 

      Implied was it for devastating loss to occur once more, for the grievous mistake of the past to viciously consume her with no foreseeable recovery this time. Self-preservation could not be attempted in such a circumstance, a remedy nigh impossible as infection could only be cured through death unable to be achieved, the torturous emotions flooding through a trembling form having been bravely stifled in order for a different outcome to come about this time. A time limit had been incurred, surely meant to bring forth hope no matter how distrustful the responsible party proved themselves to be, but it was all that could be relied on as the deteriorating sense of self simply could not.

      Consciousness had flickered continuously akin to a dimming light bulb, on the verge of burning out entirely to cast the world into darkness. A tremendous struggle had it been to vacate the manor so dearly beloved, to traverse the city in search of a location bereft of civilians before the innate urge to devour took a hold and body became a misshapen beast that operated solely on instinct. Success had there been as the dank underground had been reached, disjointed thoughts all that could be managed by that point that it was debatable whether the soldier was even remotely aware of what was taking place anymore.

      The declination mercilessly continued, appendages first misappropriated by clawed digits and metallic coating, the beginnings of the physical transmogrification slowly stealing away the last vestiges of humanity. The degradation significantly worsened afterwards, form no longer resembling the woman it had once been as a dragon-like being had taken over, a brutal, thoughtless, hungry beast known as a Hannibal. Becoming the very creature that her own comrade had transformed into would’ve brought anguish, but a capacity for feelings had been unwillingly relinquished to birth this God.

      The declination mercilessly continued, appendages first misappropriated by clawed digits and metallic coating, the beginnings of the physical transmogrification slowly stealing away the last vestiges of the humanity. The degradation significantly worsened afterwards, form no longer resembling the woman it had once been as a dragon-like being had taken over,a brutal, thoughtless, hungry beast known as a Hannibal. Becoming the very creature that her own comrade had transform into would’ve brought anguish, but a capacity for feelings had been unwillingly relinquished to birth this God.

      And as a higher being, it simply took what it desired.

     Bodies haphazardly littered the surroundings, half-eaten corpses feasted upon before appetite was tended to by the structures of the underground hovel. Chunks of concrete, of winding metal and scattered glass, had been promptly digested, the insatiable monstrosity seeking to engorge itself upon whatsoever was positioned before an unflinching gaze. This pursuit for satisfaction did not diminish awareness nor blind it from the happenings within the environment though, massive jowls opening to release an earth shaking roar as new prey foolishly made itself known in the near distance.

      Vague recognition was there, names that could not be spoken and half-formed remembrances, but nothing concrete enough to do away with the predatory nature of a hunter.

conguer

[kageroushoukiin]

Had she left the usual vicinity of her abode for a day, concern would have been ignored and the ogre could find himself awaiting the next day for her to return home without problem. Overprotective in nature, succumbing to the emotion had been dully ignored until the second night came. Kagerou did not enjoy the concept of those around him becoming injured, lost, tortured— a death was quick in Hive City, but anything that dragged it out gave him the initiative to do something, mostly due to the fact that he was actually able to fix the situation, for if just death all he would see in his findings would be their soon transported corpse in wait of revival.

Gathering two that he harbored both fondness and trust towards, the group set off to find the God Eater. Considering the amount of time it would take to search all six sectors, the atavist found himself calling multiple people who he once bonded with for information if they had witnessed the sight of her. Luckily enough, two days ago she was spotted heading towards sector one. What the group had stumbled upon, though, was certainly what Kagerou least expected; he’d learn about giant creatures that roamed Hive City and the beast before him fit the description owning an Aragami.

"Step back.." Motioning for the two to stay behind him, he quietly rushed to a rock in order for himself to be hid, Kagerou peeking around it with haste. Azure scanned the parameter, eyesight locking on the case that he’d heard Alisa warn the residents inside mansion about numerous times,"That’s Alisa’s case, isn’t it?" A grin latched itself on his expression, obviously betraying what emotion most would betray at this moment. The case meant she was doing the only thing she had knowledge of, which brought about temporary relief for Kagerou. That was, until he noticed he wasn’t able to find her location in the array of dead bodies or even hiding somewhere else.

Turning to the direction of his group, he nodded his head, the palms of his hands reaching the shoulders of his company, "Sebastian, find Alisa," a warning, it was, for he would told of the Aragami’s strength. It would be ludicrous if he thought he’d be able to stand against it without her. "If Bishamon and I perish under the sadistic whims of the Aragami, do not concern yourself and protect the mansion. We come back, after all. So as an S, I will enjoy this fight until the end! It’s bittersweet, right?" Backing up a tad, Kagerou transformed into his demonic form.

Coming out from his safety, the ogre ran to the middle of the room, curving his hands around his mouth and beginning to shout, “Hey, you! My girlfriend has killed quite a bit of your kind. Do you wish to know why? It’s because you’re a ***!” Without anymore provoking, immediately he turned tail to avoid injury, Kagerou ditching his weapon in order to gain more speed, considering it was a disadvantage of his in general, “Ohoho, a feisty one! Bishamon, come on!” Seeming to lack any seriousness, Kagerou couldn’t find himself to care much for it. His main mission was to make sure of Alisa’s safety, but other than that, he found himself excited.

senshokami

[visravana]

Out of concern from the ogre, she had initially agreed to join in this group to set out a search warrant for the missing God Eater. While both were still under perplex conditions to avoid in approaching without being cautious, the goddess had eventually found fondness to care for the younger. Only the temporary summoning of her lion was at need, uncertain of the reasoning behind the gone individual.

What the man had collected through local communication was the last witness of his lover being located near Sector 1, and ideally the rest were in agreement to follow down the dark paths that were beneath the moving compartments. Prior experience of being assigned here had surely given her the rights to go boldly without fear interfering, but what brought anxiousness was the meaning behind this. There was no reason for suspicious acts to be made by the girl, but then again she couldn’t validate that information. Frankly, she knew little to nothing about her other than her presence in existence, which was why she had left this in an open perception of what would bound to happen from all of this. 

The discovery of the beast, however, was not one of them. As ordered, she stood behind the man, pupils sharpened of what resembled to familiar enemies in the past though it held a refined shape to it. "What is this…" Staring at the case that was kindly pointed out by the company, obvious hints were thrown that had led all of them to believe the outcome of it. Teeth gritted as her beast also exchanged firm glares at the creature, all of their stances paused until further instructions were given to them. Perhaps, she was still alive somewhere in this hellhole, scourged by the damages left by the monstrosity and left weakened from severe infliction. But one thing was clear, and it was the fact that giving up right now would have been a cowardly move. 

And as if secrets were allowed to be exposed at this given moment, what she had assumed to be human all this time also had his fair share of surprises as well. Although that left her speechless, it was no time to discuss about hidden identities. What mattered now was to find her, and eradicate this enemy of theirs. Even if they were to die, he was right. All of them would come back alive, despite the aftermath left in their mentalities. Ordered to leave the sight for now, she quickly shrugged over the absence of the butler with the overwhelming stature of the nemesis. 

Childish whims were done by the other to distract the foe, triggering it to follow his lead. Past traumatized memories haunted her to let her yell out of exasperation, fear conquering her body before trailing behind them on her ride. There was no way she was going to let him die instantly, no until she was able to do something about it.

"KAGEROU, RUN!" Now gaining balance to stand on the furred back, she sent out personal plans to conjoin with the ongoing. "Kuraha, we’re going in for the kill! Stand back!" A leap made forward, names were called in the hollow region that echoed through the halls. "Kinu! Ai!" An instant glow shimmered around her body, now fully covered in armor with a tailed whip accompanying her grasp. Arm flung back, she lunged it forward to let be wrapped around the thick nape, pulling it back by whatever remaining force she had through her limited strength.

antemorrtem

[antemorrtem-blog]

     Orders upon orders rained down on him today. This was nothing new, given his line of work, but he couldn’t help but feel awfully rebellious. He had followed his master’s orders to the dusty depths of the city’s underbelly, and was then swept up into a battle with a ferocious beast never seen in his long span of existence. Though it was a miserable sight, curiousity bothered the better part of him opposed to the apparent danger. The order given to him by the natural leader had caused his smile to hook, bemusement taking its prevalence.

     "If you are both so sure you’ll perish, why are we here? Is this not a lost cause?" Such was uttered without a care for whether it reached their ears, as it was an observation. Dying caused the end of the battle, and if premature, then all fighting will have been for naught. He would suppose damage dealt would remain, but if not enough to stop it, then the monster would surely devour half the city before it could be killed.

     The beast itself was not something even a demon as great as himself could fell. For Kagerou’s sake, he would hope the man had something more to this plan than he led on.

     As drawn weapon clashed against the enemy’s form, his orders were followed; excessive strength drove his being forward fast but with grace, eyes and ears kept sharp in search of any other sign of life within the sector’s ruin. Walls ran adjacent to himself, diving blind into the darker parts of the district as the battle grew further and further away. The loss of accuracy was begrudgingly remembered as the search continued, inspection taking twice as long as necessary to complete thanks to the creatures playing God. The bowels of the sector bore no evidence of Alisa, and he circled back, leather dipped instead in pools of blood surrounding the bodies strewn across the floor.

     Previously glanced over by the ogre, Sebastian once more tried identifying the bloodied remains, eyes landing on each and every one of them as fast as efficiency allowed. It would appear, then, that the missing girl in question was nowhere to be seen in the vicinity.

     There was only one possible truth that made any sense, one spilled out before them in a pile of ruin since the very beginning.

     “Mister Shoukiin!" His voice bellowed extraordinarily loud to reach across the monster. "If Miss Amiella is not here, would she not be inside that beast? Slice it open!!”

saravalt

[antemorrtem-blog]

♞* ! that butler, arrival

[caelocadentem]

          {♚}—The effects of the nighttime lay heavy throughout the household. Silence deafening, most of the occupants probably sleeping or at least have retired to their respective rooms for the night. Ciel is of the latter kind, though nearly midnight, the boy found himself away, eyes scanning the black print of the page. Charles Dickens is quite the author; the boy will give him that much as he was more than a third the way through with the particular novel. 

It is a strange knocking that causes the teen to look up from book, eyes narrowing in suspicion. He is tempted to leave it, but once it starts again he marks his place, slipping off the bed and grabbing the gun next to his pillow on the way down. With practice ease does the boy slip a spare patch over his eye, glad that it didn’t require any sort of tying.

Carefully his feet take him to the window, peeking past the heavy curtain just to be safe. What he sees isn’t what he expected but there is no longer suspicion driving his actions. Fully emerging into the daemon’s view, the boy frowns openly, annoyance evident on his face. He should leave the butler out there, but decides he’ll be kind.

After unlatching and opening the window, a few steps are taken back to allow room for the elder to enter.

❝You are late, Sebastian. I was expecting a much quicker arrival on your part. I hope you have a good reason for being held up for so long.❞

[antemorrtem-blog]

     The gentle night air carried itself through the opening, a chill creeping in as if the presence itself brought it with him. With silence the butler leaped inside, landing as if he hadn't even moved to begin with.

     "My apologies, Young Master. It seems this city isn't on the map, and I've quite literally searched the world for you. How I ended up here is a mystery, even for me, though it looks like we were reunited in the end." For the first time in a terribly long while, the demon knelt on one knee and placed a faithful hand to his chest as he bowed. The deepest indication of respect for one's master was taken in his sincere apology.

     "Do forgive me for my tardiness."

     After a short moment, the butler stood at full height once more, and turned to shut the window. It was a simple latch, if not a tad more modern, and after the cold air stopped flowing the curtains drew closed. Slipping back into routine happened as quickly as if there had never been an absence.

     "I see you've wound up in a mansion as grand as your own. How did you manage that?" He'd returned to his master's heels like a shadow, practically unsettling in the already darkened room. With the normalcy returned the heavy truth of their contract, and no such luxury as true joy could be experienced. What undoubtedly lurked instead within the young master's heart may even be described as dread, returning with the butler in a wave of misfortune.

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[deceptionair-blog]

             { ♠ } — Butlers were a dated concept in this day and age. Many did not have the faintest idea how to treat an attendant for they never had the luxury of possessing one. Even with masks adorned a handsome dancer would always be just that regardless of occupation. Celestia had had the pleasure of meeting this man before the festivities had taken place giving her the advantage over many eager ladies. Normally the young woman would never sink so low for a single dance but she was in quite the playful mood.

             Perhaps it was the slight buzz of alcohol or the dizzying spinning colors all around her, quite possibly it was the manner in which they had met. 

             More than a few obstacles stood between her and the butlers but with her finesse they had been done away with in nearly no time at all. No matter what the goal was she was ambition driven for better or for worse. The idea of harming those who stood in her way was a sentiment she had grown accustomed to. 

             ❝Oh! So you remember me? I’m flattered, truly.❞ There was no need to question how he recognized her shrouded appearance. He was a clever man, that much was certain. It was hardly a surprise when he agreed to her proposal, as he had said they had unfinished business of sorts. The offered hand was taken into her own as Celestia eased into position. She would never say she excelled in physical activity but she was a more than competent dancer. ❝You certainly know how to get a woman’s attention. I’m quite intrigue by this treat, what ever could it be?❞

             Following his movements had been easy enough. Skilled as he was she was quick to match his pace and grace. A smile upon her face as he asked of her identity. ❝Celestia Ludenberg, a pleasure Mister…❞ The sentence trailed waiting for a response to fill the allotted space.

[antemorrtem-blog]

     The steps became quite easy to lead, the young lady's own knowledge of the dance a useful asset as they swayed about amongst the crowd. It was an honest relief, his night previously filled with the kicking of his shins and the crushing of his toes as the more inexperienced dancers braved themselves to dance with a master of the waltz. Instead, movements weren't stumbled over, and each outward spin felt almost natural.

     "You're no stranger to this form of dance, are you, Miss Ludenberg? I'm impressed." A look of content settled across features, a purposeful pause taken as they dove further through the dancers and switched direction of their steps. "My treat would be a wonderful night, though it looks like you're treating me, instead. I may have to reconsider my offer. As you may have guessed my occupation, I am the butler of the Phantomhive family, serving dutifully to my master. My name is Sebastian Michaelis. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

     When the music slowed closer to a halt, a step was placed to the right as a careful dip was leaned into, arms supporting his partner with ease. They'd held for a moment, gazes kept locked upon each other as the orchestra faded away. "Perhaps you would agree to an invitation for tea at my master's mansion?"

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[ ♔ ] meet the puppeteer

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name: Kaitlin/KK/Hii not kait height: 5’ eye color: blue with gold in the middle; central heterochromia favorite color(s): red, pink, black, white, gold, navy, pastels?? best school subject(s): english, drama, creative writing, fashion studies day or night: NIGHT i have morning classes every day i still sleep at 1 am religion: evangelistic gender: female sexual orientation: i have no heart single or taken: taken by undertaker's mun! i'm undertaken celebrity crush: andrew lee potts coffee or tea: TEA TEA TEA TEA TEA anybody wanna TEA PARTY favorite food: any kind of dessert with strawberries

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puts you back in ciel's tool belt where you belong

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caelocadentem replied to your post:bocchan?? wow didn't take you for a Weeb

no

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bocchan?? wow didn't take you for a Weeb

     “I am abhorred, sir. Do you not know the greatness of using another language within one’s own natural tongue? It creates such cultural diversity, one that spreads understanding and appreciation throughout the entire country!! Do you NOT KNOW the value in referring to ‘young master’ as ‘ぼっちゃん’ or ‘mai rodo’ or the value in chanting ‘nyan ~ nyan ~’ to the cats every evening?! DO YOU NOT KNOW DESU KA!!!”

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ANONYMOUSLY (OR NOT) TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.

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*flicks holy water on you*

     There were two very plausible answers to such an action. The first: I am not a dog. However, such was easily refuted by the nature of his name, and the likelihood of his obedience.

     The second: I am not affected by holiness. Such was an obvious statement, and therefore unproductive, and so the butler could only think of one thing to say:

     ”Touche.”

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