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The Butler's Duties ✖6/27/2013✖

It appears I owe a couple of responses to these wonderful guests of the Phantomhive mansion. I do apologize for the delay but…as you can fairly note, this butler is quite busy with other tasks to focus directly. Now then…let us commence the performance and have this Danse Macabre…shall we?

The order of these little dances shall not be as determined from the list. Be aware of the butler’s obligations to be noticeable in another presence.

plokhoy-volk

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#{ True Nature }

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#{ Knight }

The Butler's Duties ✖6/20/2013✖

The order of these little dances shall not be as determined from the list. Be aware of the butler's obligations to be noticeable in another presence.

plokhoy-volk

theimpalingprince

tsunflowergravel

ebonybeasttamer

mo-mao

desenchantee

specimen-s

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Kuroshitsuji - 82

#{ True Nature }

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#{ Knight }

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Only a few words could be understood, it still wasn’t enough to understand. Her words were either of service, or common children’s words.

“I don’t know.”

faustianshitsuji

The butler placed a hand over his forehead and nearly forgotten a key detail; the language of English has yet to be understood from her knowledge. It can't be helped if her origins were from China so this is an opportunity to display the language to his best of capabilities from common affairs residing in centuries ago. With a smile, the butler gave a bow to the lady before speaking in her tongue.

"我没有意识到你的舌头越早道歉，但我需要你的东西。似乎有一个问题，一个包从中国到并且考虑。你可以跟我一起去的位置和说明包的重要性，所以我可以检索它？"

『Translation: I apologize for not realizing your tongue sooner, but there is something I need from you. There seems to be an issue with a package from China to take consideration into. Can you come with me to the location and explain the importance of the package so I may retrieve it? 』

Hopefully this clarification was enough to help the poor girl to understand. He never thought of condoning to this language ever since he assisted one of the emperors from long ago. With a smile, the butler awaited graciously for her response.

#momao #the translation source was google translation to be precise #i merely hope it was translated correctly for this thread

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—- {❦ } Like a predator hunting it’s prey — eyes of bright amethyst fell onto what appeared to be but a mere butler the very second he stepped forth. Yet his stare wasn’t hostile or crazed. No, he was in complete control during the miniature massacre he brought forth. Fingers tightened their hold on the cross only to have the item chucked in the man’s very direction. It missed as he deliberately intended, letting it get stuck within the wall behind the unexpected guest. The words which flowed forth caused a thin brow to raise but the beauty listened rather intently — taking in every word which was provided. “C’est un plaisir, Monsieur Michaelis.” He spoke, voice soft once eyes narrowed under thick lashes; falling over the man’s frame and then rising back up to those eyes of his favorite color. This person was handsome and held an alluring air to him but alas he was no vampire like the one nicknamed the Devil. He was no angel either, their scent far too soft and sweet. So it would seem he were within the company of one a Devil by his very nature. “Had they been more durable than this would have lasted much longer — and perhaps been much more delightful. This was a bore if not a chore. Fruitful if not for the organs they possess.” Spoken to prove that he knew the language he had refrained from speaking earlier; the very accent of native French spilling over each vowel and curling his tongue. “I am Judit Marriane. I do believe this is the first time a being of your magnitude has approached me quite so cheerfully. Should I feel honored?” And here he thought that demons were unable to enter God’s domain and property. It would seem He was either slacking or that the one before him was strong enough to resist the very notion of whatever barriers would be placed to keep him out.

“But do pardon me or a moment, Monsieur. I have to stop this tedious burning at my throat.” With a small hum, the Frenchman adjusted the cloak about his slender frame before moving to one of the fallen corpses. The one of the hunters if he wasn’t mistaken — ah, yes, the one with the strongly bitter blood now fallen still in his veins. Bending down to let a hand curl about a throat to bring the man up ever so slightly; the other merely brought him closer until lips could ghost over the exposed neck — the corpse’s head thrown back lifelessly. Eyes had flickered from the flesh to the one-man audience. Surely a sight such a this wouldn’t be at all too grotesque to someone whom probably ripped the spines from the highest of mortals in his free time. So no more time was spared before lips pulled back to expose matured fangs. The sight of them was brief before they hid away in the flesh of another — greedily burying themselves in. Marriane preferred the struggle and feeling of a racing heart against his chest but this will have to do before the blood becomes soiled and tasteless. Once he deemed that he had the quantity he wanted — he pulled away and wet his lips to let a tongue catch whatever drops may have been missed. With a sound of satisfaction, the some tongue ran over the wound of the deceased to let the wound heal — habit to ensure the people living here wouldn’t have a sort of uprising. Dropping the corpse carelessly, he looked turned back to the demonic being. Pale skin seemed to regain color and warmth them; nature color adding onto rosy cheeks and lips which had curled up into a ghost of a smile. “Now — you were saying~?”

faustianshitsuji

Nothing could be made from this point but it seems the being here meant no harm. It was the nature of those fiends to possess of either killing to find a purpose or for absolute pleasure. This one didn't appear to have killed for pleasure. . .was he truly seeking something or even someone in his life? A terrible notion to possess--humanity itself is not a sugar coat which should remain for long. Perhaps a true form should be best for this encounter; no. . .this was a butler of his word to keep a suitable form. The 'other' was far grotesque, even this man could succumb on his knees to his presence. Succumb. . .of fear and a mere beg to be sparred; no. . .this fiend has lived for far too long and only the Black Plague was his last performance. Death itself was nothing but a gruesome topic to even be presented by, with little to no concern. Crimson hues gazed upon each of the corpses while thinking of his thoughts until the male replied in a soft voice. Ah--what a beautiful French accent he possessed; perhaps a proper combination of tongue could be offered. It had been quite some time to roll his tongue into the accent of all the Kings who ruled England.

"Oui, cher Monsieur Marriane. Un doux nom que vous portez et ont été baptisés. Au contraire. . .c'est un honneur d'être honoré par votre présence. Please do not see me as something grand--for I am nothing but a humble butler who is currently retired of his duties. I merely roam around this place as a way of venturing out until the end greets me with its cold breath. Though killing alone isn't a current activity to do; lest a proper dance should be graced. Grounds as this are holy though I never seem to have a problem with stepping foot. Nonetheless, shall I grace you with a proper scenery than what is offered here? I believe this is but the chore you truly wish to befall those assuring eyes of loneliness and despair. Come have this dance with me when you are finished with the business."

Adjusting a finger over his chin, the fiend kindly allowed the other to take care of the poor torment he was experiencing. My. . .what a magnificent sight; for a little crow as himself, this was nothing but a grotesque but beautiful moment being witnessed. He couldn't help but put a small smile and yet lingers onto a somewhat despaired look to his eyes. Sympathy for humans or sympathy for the poor being who could perhaps be obligated to kill. . .who knows which came first. Both sides were the enemy and victim: all rolled into one package. The deed has been done yet again though something was taken notice of the other; ah a noticeable flush to his cheeks onto a pale complexion? My my. . .how very intriguing though it could have been an unnecessary reaction. Could it be that the fiend has earned the attractable attention he possibly deserved? That smile could have been misleading but a nice gesture to form after the mere blush. Extending out a gloved hand towards the man, he carefully placed it over the rosy cheeks to give a small stroke to them. He always enjoyed to give a little teases now and then, perhaps giving them a romanticism affect.

"Monsieur Marriane, how suitable your face is without the blood petals to taint these perfect cheeks. Would you care to offer this mere servant a little dance? Surely you have no other plans with another or. . .am I given permission to steal you away? I am assure you I have no plans to harm this perfect figure of yours, so long as I live this realm of a cruel reality."

#desenchantee

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faustianshitsuji

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‘What the hell is this?’ Gareki wonder to himself, meeting up with three, unfamiliar faces. Though one.. well, he could almost say look like that damn four-eyes. Great. Well, it was a new town, so he may as well get a chance to know more about it before he was to leave. “Can you tell me a bit about this place?”

faustianshitsuji

Ah, it seems another guest has wandered off to the parts of London. The fiend was aware of the man to be a stranger to this area, considering the change of wardrobe. Could he have been from the distant future or rather from a different continent? Without lying, he did appear to have some sort of interest sparking into the fiend's mind. Why was the true question to the dilemma though his obligations had nearly come to an end. With a smile, the butler decided to approach the male and gave a light tap to his shoulder before exposing his presence. Delivering a soft bow, the fiend placed a hand over his chest and smiled.

"Good day, sir. I believe this is the first time we have encountered though your question shall be kindly answered. Allow me to introduce myself--I am the butler of the Phanotmhives, Sebastian Michaelis. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, I'm sure. This place is called London and it's during the Victorian Period of the 1880s. If you like, perhaps I can give you the grand tour or lead you to the mansion of the Phantomhives. I'm sure the young master will have no disregards to your presence inside."

#tsunflowergravel

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faustianshitsuji started following you

A… butler? Was there royalty in town? He hadn’t seen someone dressed like that since his days as a Turk, should a mission send him to one of the finer homes of Midgar. Curiosity, as well as his personal vow to protect the town, kept his eyes glued to the well dressed man as he walked the streets.

faustianshitsuji

Walking down the streets of this peculiar town, it seems the butler had made a wrong turn from that humorous expression. He dared not to repeat it within his mind but chuckled about it. What was more interesting was a certain person was eyeing him along with keeping a peak curiosity to pursue him. An enemy. . .an ally. . .none mattered to the fiend. For he was someone who was of a neutral species; his motives could be considered good or bad, depending the party of course. For now, the butler humored the person and merely manipulated his movements to draw closer and closer until. . .an encounter could be made. A few hours passed and the other could have been tired but alas. . .he still kept his pursuit; what a devoted man. A blinking eye would miss the moment he vanished and suddenly. . .appeared right behind the curious man.

"My my. . .aren't you the curious young kitten? It seems you have been tailing me for quite a while now. I can assure you my motives aren't to harm anyone before this town. I apologize for the intrusion but my name is Sebastian Michaelis and I am nothing but a butler to my young master. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, young kitten. Perhaps you could enlighten me the contents of this town along with your name?"

#seekingredemption

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faustianshitsuji

A dropout reaper wasn’t really something to be proud of, but there were a few things to be happy with. Number one, she wasn’t restricted to things, the albino could go anywhere she wanted. Number two, she was at a much more interesting job with the Undertaker now— Green eyes scanned the area as Melody looked around, people out and about, doing their own things, window shopping. There sure were a lot of them out today— Curious as to what everyone was doing, the reaper started to follow people, and on in particular, caught her interest. A dark haired male, who looked like a butler.

faustianshitsuji

Upon the arrival of the butler, it seems a new encounter was to be made. Ah, a young girl or rather. . .a reaper? She did pose the scent of a divine being who was the bridge of death and life. My. . .such an intriguing sight to know they didn't recruit only males in the Reaper Society; after the encounters of a certain red haired reaper. . .they weren't to his favor. Enough of reminiscing the annoyance and onward to the lady who graced his presence. Hopefully she was tamed enough or trouble could arise with his young master. Giving a small bow, the butler placed a hand over his chest to give off a friendly smile. This was the Phantomhive hospitality to be offered to new guests. Let us see if she takes the hospitality with gratitude and not taken likely.

"Good evening, my lady. Allow me to introduce myself--I am the butler of the Phantomhives, Sebastian Michaelis. Ah it seems our encounter could be slightly forbidden though you seem quite well-behaved. Please do enjoy your visit here in the mansion and I will do my best to condone to your requests. Try to keep them minimal considering how the master is to be the top priority unless ordered to do so."

#canendimors

littleguarddog-blog

♕—; If you even so much as attempt to shove a bar of soap into my mouth you will be slapped and splashed again. You best watch your mouth in front of your master, demon.

Everything about Ciel’s tone was unamused, even his facial expression was as such. Eyes narrowed, voice tight, even so much that his fingers were tense as if they were itching to curl into a fist. He knew the demon could be cheeky when he wanted to be, but that didn’t mean it still wouldn’t get on Ciel’s nerves when he was mouthing off.

Leaning against the wall while he mindlessly watched Sebastian move about the bathroom and prepare the bath, from the water to the soaps poured into it, finally when all that was done he moved to stand beside the marble tub expectantly, arms outstretched to the side. Sebastian knew what was being expected of him, he’d been with the young Earl long enough.

faustianshitsuji

"Why young master, you clearly insult my humor yet again. It seems the understatement of the phrase 'washing your mouth' is not to be taken too literally. I never stated I would shove a bar of soap into your mouth; I merely stated to wash that mouth of yours as a figure of speech. Clarifying an insult to your use of improper language is a butler's duty to point out his master's wrongs. . .is that not true? I wished to point out how your sentences tended to have too much of a vulgar use in which case. . .an aristocrat of your status should never condone to using. Now then, the water is prepared to your liking--time to remove your attire. Do work with me and afterwards, get inside before time is up young master."

Giving a heavy sigh, the butler began to unfold the master's attire to care. It seems he lacked the sense of humor a butler desperately tried to play out. Desperate was the wrong term--attempting is the best term to describe the predicament. Even so, a fellow like the master highly lacked the capability to utter out a laugh of pure joy. Oh no--he laughed when his enemies were shattered before his feet like the true evil aristocrat he was destined to be. That thought made the butler utter a small chuckle before getting around to remove the lower parts of the attire. It seems the master fairs in having smooth skin but the fiend did nothing to react. Lady Elizabeth will surely be lucky to have him in bed when their marriage commenced, thought the butler. After getting around with the last detail, the master was exposed before the butler's eyes. He did nothing as to stare blindly and accompanied the child the tub. Giving the water just a small test, he smiled gently and permitted access for the boy to hop along inside.

"The temperature is still perfect, young master. Do enjoy your bath and I'll be standing before you here until you are ready to come out. Is there anything else I may do to make the experience more pleasant, my lord?"

#regemingernorum

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⊰ “I don’t know what the kid knows or doesn’t know.”She said shortly, looking up at the tall man beside her. “If he has any sense at all he’ll stay in one place until he’s found, but most kids like to go poking their noses in where they don’t belong. I guess that’s a just a part of youth, though it’s still foolish, if you ask me.” They continued walking, Beast more or less escorting the man as he searched, for she didn’t know what she was looking for. She didn’t even know the age of the kid she was supposed to be searching for. “There are always cruel strangers. I’ve been familiar with them since the day of my birth up until this day, and surely I’ll know them for the rest of my life. Strangers are selfish creatures, we care nothing for others and others care nothing for us.”

He was mocking her and she knew it. Typical really. How cliche for the butler, who served others for a living to come to this circus, her home and speak down to her. Goddamn, how she wanted to slap that smirk off his face and then fuck him until he didn’t know his own name. She stopped suddenly, a hand grabbing his tie and yanking him down to her level. “You thought wrong.” She said lowly, before releasing him and continuing on. What a fool. From the outside a circus seemed like a grand and marvelous place. But under the rule of her ‘Father’ it was like a hell on earth.Her and her siblings were his puppets, there to do his disgusting bidding and nothing more.

Was he testing her? This was all amusing to him wasn’t it? She suppressed the growing urges and clenched her fists. Trying to let her mind wander, and wander it did. She knew his type. Dressed in fancy clothes, proper when speaking, and an animal between the sheets. Dominant, rough, and dirty. None of his partners would ever leave his bed without being marked, by teeth or nails, perhaps even bruises. Her train of thought was interrupted as she heard Dagger’s laugh from one of the nearby areas. “See any sign of the kid yet?” She asked the man beside her.

faustianshitsuji

"Children are sadly prone to the wonders of what reality could befall them. Some say they are similar to the imprisoned princesses from a locked up castle who desires the freedom to prance about. A circus could marvel a child's eyes into longing for the same privilege of venturing out to entertain the masses. In fact, as my little master would clearly quote. . .children grow bored easily and demand their games to be their fruition to entertainment. Quite the persistent young man he tends to pull off but in the end. . .he is quite the fragile boy who eventually was lost from my sight. For his age, I believe he is the age of a hitting his teenage years: 12 years old."

What an unfortunate soul this lady was to be honest. That was the only thought he could make up of the events unfolding easily from her words. Strangers are cruel? Strangers harm and shouldn't be trusted. . .little hypocrite but selfish girl. She is practically playing into the hands of someone who she barely met and a fiend nonetheless. It was quite a hypocritical processed thought and yet a chuckle could easily be heard from his mouth. Others didn't care. . .then all the children here being a faithful audience who enjoyed their performance weren't someone who cared for their existence? There was too much hypocritical statements within every word she spouted. . .it was almost too hilarious and simple enough to manipulate a woman of her stature. Who ever said a fiend could receive entertainment for a soul who gave an easy challenge? Those contractors weren't worth anything; yet his master was something. Oh what a surprise--the little Beast had somewhat of a feisty nature within her. The teasing smirk never left his side and continued on with their little walk. Adjusting the tie she disrespectfully ruined, the butler gazed around to notice nothing was out of the ordinary. Perhaps he could ask for the master to come out from his little hiding place to cover things up.

"Ah yes, do pardon this butler's use of language regarding your little. . .position. Now then, let me check a few moments to capture the entire setting. Let us see. . .ah no. . .I'm afraid the little master's presence has yet to be revealed thus far. Perhaps venturing on deeper to the contents of the circus are to be efficient enou--. . .oh my. . .what do we have here. . ."

A beauty has finally greeted him with a pleasant grace. . .oh how long had he awaited for the moment to see a beautiful lady with his own eyes. Black stripes to camouflage the elegant creature, perfect eyes to pierce through its own prey, a swaying tail of a perfect nobility to touch grace of this reality, last and certainly not least. . .her beautiful and pink paws. Ah. . .a tiger. Immediately losing his trail of thought, the fiend focused its attention to the tiger who was being shown perfect affection. Now the butler was in perfect bliss though his master might be staring in utter embarrassment.

#ebonybeasttamer #there is no need to worry for any sort of equivalent treatment that you are already presenting yourself with

retirer-tueur

“Oh my, Sebastian you are reputable with words, are you not? Merely does you no justice. If I were to name a word to equal just how significant you are to both my nephew and I, it certainly wouldn’t be such. How I do wish you had a master who would allow you pleasure in times such as now… Are you implying you will not accept the gratitude I truly owe you in the form of a rather… pleasurable gift? I would never offer such had it not been deserved, Sebastian. As no minor compliment could ever be given to be equivalent to the amount of gratitude you are owed. Flattery would be abject in a this case, you understand that, don’t you? I’m afraid you will have to explain yourself, dear butler. -The ultimate pleasure… And that would be?”

faustianshitsuji

"The pleasures of being the Phantomhive butler are nothing but the hobby of mine of relaxation. Though I do wish for the master to hurry along of being an adult to manage some tasks, it can't be helped if his age and stature are a bit of a dilemma. Regardless, if you asked approval of the young master to grant me that which you desire. . .I am certain he could never reject his beloved Aunt. As for your questions in regards to a little predicament of accepting, I could willingly say 'deliver what you may desire to my name' but it could lead to a difficult crisis. This is something I fear of the young master to discuss and suddenly see it ill-fitting for me to even so as converse with you, milady.

My ultimate pleasure. . .let us reflect on the past statement--I take pleasure of being one hell of a butler and a faithful servant to your darling nephew. I cannot think of any other pleasures for a 'man' of my age to ever possess. Ah we rather not go into detail of what other men desire from many elegant ladies as yourself. . .oh dear no, that would be unlike a servant of the Phantomhives. They are not allowed to commit those deeds so long as their chains are bound to the owner of this house. Now that those matters are taken care of, perhaps we could use the wondrous opportunity to have you served a cup of tea and reflect our duties?"

#retirertueur

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“Likewise, Mr. Michaelis…”

Already, this man seemed… odd. Somehow, Sephiroth get the feeling that he was much more than some mere servant.

“I will admit… although I have found myself involved with elites of human society, it is not often that I have met a butler…”

And he’d never heard of these…Phantomhives either…

faustianshitsuji

"Encountering new beings throughout your journey is the pleasant experience of having immortality. Though my reasons to interact with human society could differ from yours, I will never go against you. So long as your intentions for the young master are not out of misfortune, I would never touch a single strand of your hair or. . .cease your existence. I merely move so long as the covenant is in tact with the master; that is my role and I play as a human butler to camouflage my existence to the innocence. Your name. . .you have yet to introduce yourself to the likes of my grotesque form."

The other seemed a little confused about his presence though giving a taste of what he truly was had no harm to it. So long as he wasn't a normal human, he would have never openly revealed his little secrets. Gazing up and down the stature of the man, the butler admitted to finding something unique about him. What was his role in this society that made such a sad expression to his face? Pain. . .loneliness. . .despair. . .the end. . .those were the traits he could easily smell from him without questioning.

#specimens

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