Watchdog

❝ I'm arrogant, but not so much that I'd irresponsibly save ѕσмєσηє just to brag about it. ❞

[domine-suam]

"I suppose it wouldn’t be too bad to make some acquaintances…”

((Yo! So this is a new Kuroshitsuji blog for, you guessed it, Ciel Phantomhive!

Though the logical answer would be “Please reblog if you’re a Kuroshitsuji blog!”, I also roleplay with crossovers/OCs! If you reblog this, I’ll check you out and probably follow you!

So please do so! I need more people to follow!))

[biri-bi]

Young Lord and his lovely bride.

[arraneous-deactivated20160522]

"Oh, Ciel, how many times do I have to tell you? I want you. And I’m not going any where until I have you.” After becoming earl, Alois always got what he wanted. That was how things were now and that was how they would remain.

[domine-suam]

Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting.

— { ♛ }

❝ You seem to forget who you're dealing with. Alois Trancy, there will never be a day where you will have me. You should give up while you're ahead-- Save yourself from the crushing disappointment later. ❞

It wasn't as though Ciel wouldn't put up a fight himself. His experience with Alois in brief encounters seemed to be enough to tell him all about the strange, older male. And exactly how to push his buttons and unthread his careful spiderweb of luxury and shred his stability. But he knew he had to be patient-- Much like the spider of Alois' title, waiting for their prey.

[prodiitus]

˪♛˥     — ; —     ❝ I do fancy asking that question myself, boy. ❞ The last word was added with truly unnecessary emphasis. The present situation was frustratingly perplexing, and she did not enjoy mysteries she did not hold the key to.

" Perhaps our little dilemma would be better solved if the proper introductions were performed first. I am Cecilia Phantomhive, head of the the Phantomhive household. Then, who are you? “ •

[domine-suam]

Cecilia Phantomhive. Was this a joke-- A prank bestowed upon him? Another test of his patience and of his intelligence? Or was he simply hallucinating the possibility of having a female counterpart beside him, questioning his own existence at every angle. The boy did love games, but not right now, when he was more fatigued than ever.

— { ♛ }

❝ I am Ciel Phantomhive. Also known as the Earl of Phantomhive and The Queen's Watchdog. Wouldn't you say this joke of yours is getting rather old? ❞

His eyebrow quirked, waiting silently for his doppelgänger to retort, to tell him that he was wrong. It would only be a knee-jerk reaction at this point.

[cheziru]

I almost cried of doing this amv, is dedicated to the history of the characters, their fate..

Please watch this.

[domine-suam]

((My apologies for the continuous disappearing! I've had school--))

((I'll try to do some replies tonight~!))

[her-majestys-watchdog]

Forgive me for failing to protect the master...

[carnivxres-archived]

  {♞} The female of course knew he was sick as she gently placed the paper out infront of him, her voice trailed off about the Funtom companies recent stock increase acrossed London.

She of course was bringing in a herbal tea that would help him feel better within a few days, it carried a musky lemon scent but it smelled of mint at the most. ❝ Compliments from Lau, sir. He wishes you well.~ ❞

[domine-suam]

Eyes scanned the paper as it was placed in front of him, the scent of lemon and mint infiltrating his nostrils as an admittedly refreshing appearance of tea was placed not too far away. Perhaps his butler really did know how to help cure a mild disease, even if she is a demon.

— { ♛ }

❝ Herbal tea with lemon? And I see... A thank you towards Lau and you. ❞

A sigh to prevent a possible cough, fingers curled around the handle of the cup, bringing it slowly to his lips. The liquid's taste was enough to allow a tiny exhale of content, satisfied with its taste. Mere proof of the butler's learning and experience with tea suitable for a human's taste.

[amaodori-deactivated20150202]

"My apologies my lord but I have received an important letter from the queen that I believe you should have a look at as soon as possible. Would you like me to make some tea for you in hopes of making you feel better?"

[domine-suam]

Not even on the day where he felt unwell was he given a break. This was the disadvantages of being the Queen's loyal Watchdog. Yet, it was nothing a Phantomhive couldn't handle. Through sickness and through health, the Earl must settle the anxious heart of Her Majesty.

— { ♛ }

❝ What could be the new threat to the Queen's country...? And yes, that would be nice, Sebastian. ❞

He sighed, slicing the envelope containing his new mission with a swift movement.

[the-shsl-half-demon]

Shadow chuckled and shook the other's hand. "Smile... That's an odd name. But, it's unique. I like it." He said, smiling kindly. "Its a pleasure to meet you. Um..." he lowered his voice so only the other boy could hear him. "Would you be willing to show me around a bit? Or would you get in trouble for that?"

[domine-suam]

Eyes narrowed at the other male's words, a clear indication of 'Your name doesn't sound that 'normal' either laced within his expression. Until his request was heard, a single eyebrow quirking in interest. Was he simply another circus attendee, or was there something else about him? Not that Ciel considered asking--

— { ♛ }

❝ I'm sorry, 'Shadow', but I can't do that. Only members of the circus can wander around here, otherwise you have to have permission from the ringleader. Unless you're thinking of joining-- Then allow me to introduce you to Joker himself. ❞

[prodiitus]

˪♛˥ — ; — ❝ Oh, not at all, ❞ Celia leaned in to inspect this near-doppelganger of hers, “I’m quite sure I’m flesh and blood. It could be possible that you are the hallucination, I suppose.” •

[domine-suam]

Removing his hands from his head, a singular cerulean optic dared to glance at the feminine figure once more. Female? He didn't have siblings-- And if anything, she looked like she could pass as his twin... A doppelgänger indeed.

— { ♛ }

❝ Would a hallucination openly ask if the other was one? Actually, don't answer that. Would you care to elaborate on what you're doing here, parading around as another me? ❞

[domine-suam]

((Blimey... You all seem so nice! It's a beautiful change from what I'm used to--)) ((I can't wait to roleplay with you all!))

[her-dystopia]

[domine-suam]

Reminder to self:

sanguisdevotio has requested a separate, longer starter.

kyubeycollects has also requested a separate, longer starter.

If anyone else would like a starter, like this!

For now, I'm gonna end with a picture and go to bed!

[spellslingereva-blog]

RPers! Raise your hand if you have no fear in killing your own character.

Reblog this if you’re not afraid to let your character die. (Or possibly if you even enjoy killing them.)

[deadinthebox-blog]

The boys sneezing did not go unnoticed, raising a brow slightly as he rose and took a few steps back.

Allergies, perhaps? It wasn’t uncommon for people to be allergic to him, the disadvantages of his feline association. Regardless, the boy filed this piece of information firmly away. Picking up bits of knowledge about the boy would come in handy when he made his escape.

Using the brief moment of silence that ate as the other squinted at him, the warrant officer did the same, looking the boy over with deliberately wide eyes in an attempt to look innocent. It was obvious he wasn’t fazed by his ears, no direct mention to them or freak out was present, meaning he must have seen something like him before, right?

Regardless, the most important thing was for his poorly thought excuse was bought, and as the boys word cut through the silence after what felt like hours, it seemed it did.

❝ … Is that so? I don’t remember employing a new servant. May I ask your name? ❞

However he hadn’t thought that far yet.

He couldn’t just give his actual name, right? But then again, the noble didn’t know him, everyone was kept in the dark about what was happening right now anyways, so what was the harm in letting him know?

"Schrodinger, Sir!"

Better through that in for good measure.

"I zhought you vould have been informed, but i vas supposed to have vinished mein job quickly, vithout notice. Ich bin zutiefst leid."

His ear started to flick as he spoke, a nervous twitch of sorts. Hopefully the boy would buy this again, he’d never been good at lying on the spot, usually he’d have time to think things through.

But the sooner he got out, the better. And right now the boy was blocking his path to the window, which meant until he could get to it, his lies had to hold up.

[domine-suam]

Oh how he hated not being able to understand most German. It was bad enough that the catboy's accent was thick enough so even when speaking Ciel's native tongue, he had difficulty understanding them completely. Another thought to ask Sebastian for assistance, only to be discarded by the nervous twitching of the newly-identified boy's ears.

Schrödinger. Unfamiliar was the first word Ciel could think of, but it did sound like a German last name. Had someone named their child-- Or rather, this mutant, a last name for variety? Or was he just mistaking it as such? He supposed it didn't matter-- For now he needed to know why he was hiding in his ventilation.

— { ♛ }

❝  Seeing as it is I who employs new staff, I thought I would be informed too. On that note, what was the name of the person who requested you work here? ❞

There was no way this... Person could know the other servants' names. Not unless he was a spy, with background information somehow conveniently gained beforehand. Even then, it was difficult to scrape up any knowledge of the residents of this Manor-- Most would be based on mere appearances.

[carnivxres-archived]

{♞} The womans eyes glimmered upon the boys voice that has rung in her ears from the first day she met the broken boy. She slowly entered the room with the paper under her arm folded neatly and pressed. Her lips parted with a small smile. ❝ Apologies young master, but I have the paper you wished for earlier. ❞

[domine-suam]

He sat silently in his office chair, cerulean orbs glancing at the neat butler before him. He felt sickly, as his servant felt fine in comparison. What a cruel contrast in appearances.

— { ♛ }

❝  Place it in front of me. I expect that you've already collected the mail as well? ❞

His words were laced with mild complacency, even with his forced-back, slightly sick tone. He hated feeling unwell.