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My sincerest of apologies for taking over a month to get the new blog up and running but it truly has been rather hellish in life as of late and I simply have not had the time. Of course, activity will be infrequent for a while but I shall be using the blog and be online more.  Please, bare with me. 

This will also serve as the very last post upon this blog. So please, if you wish to interact in the future, follow me on the new rendition. -Lyrieux.

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ANNOUNCEMENT

Yeah. I suck. I know. I was making a comeback and then disappeared again. I’m really sorry about that, guys. I know I made some promises to quite a few people and it all kinda fell through. I can blame health conditions and home life as much as I want but it’s not going to make things right and for that I am sorry. However. I’m going to be bringing Joker back permanently. Only, he won’t be on this blog. It would simply take too much time for me to refine my following list again, to fix all of the things I need to... SO I’m going to be moving him onto a new blog. This blog will get the extention -archive after its name so I can use my beloved URL. This also will sort the issue of inactive followers, and whatever else. Not to worry, though. I will be posting a link to the new blog once it is up and ready so you gorgeous people can follow if you wish. I only hope to  have as much fun as I used to here, over there.  So I hope to see you all very soon. -Lyri x 

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ooc: I am OC friendly, but, it is very unlikely that I will RP with an OC, or anyone outside of the Kuro’ universe. If ya’ read my rules, you’ll see :) But, I do sometimes start RP’s with OC’s or those outside; but it is very rare. 

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A fake smile, just like everything around him. Nothing and no one deserving of their titles having little to no shame at all. Everything utterly faked, nothing earned, nothing real. Not even himself. Every appearance, look, action, even mere thoughts had to be carefully placed. His own personal act. Something he truly wanted to get away from, but he wouldn’t let his family name be tarnished. No, he had already been looked down upon enough and was above everyone in this room. He had propriety and the skills and knowledge to survive in this environment.

Caught in the wrong moment, one might think the nobles were actually the circus act rather than the actual one outside. It would be so much easier if they all one by one simply dropped dead, less work and less annoyances. There was also the possibility of watching the Scotland yard run around frantically. What a comedy that would be. How enjoyable it would be to swoop in and solve everything instantly and watch their stupid little heads explode.

Everyone was truly an idiot only going along with societal standards set in place. None of them fair except for the nobility. Even then there were still drawbacks for the Earl. So many acts that were normal to him were considered taboo, should any get released, he’d be done for and also surely tarnish the reputation of the queen. How humiliating that would be.

One glance into that violet gaze, told many things. However, with his lack of care not much of it was acknowledged.

A quiet room away from this unorganized and cliche mess? It sounded nice, but at the same time should anything good happen while he was away… well he didn’t want to miss it. Plus the rumored circus was here, nothing proven yet though. His only true motive for coming, other than the usual, was to see if he could get leverage, get facts before everyone else. Especially the Phantomhive boy who was sure to be dispatched soon by Her Majesty.

Though, of course, he could always take it upon himself to explore the rather dim place should he be given a place to rest. If caught, Grey could always use the excuse that he worked right next to the Queen, that he had more authority than the Scotland yard. The pendant of his employer at his chest said it all after all.

“Maybe, though I am interested in seeing the performance coming up,” he hummed, quickly finishing up the last of the drink he’d just recently received. This was definitely one moment he was thankful for his high tolerance for alcohol. It came in handy.

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    -{♠}-         The Ringmaster could only hold any ounce of respect for those that had worked for their position; there was no understanding or grace given towards those that merely had everything handed to them on a plate from birth. Of course, his opinion and respect meant nothing in that world; it meant nothing, not even the breath speaking them took from his body. He was the lowest of the low in society... Worth little more than the dirt he trod on. And yet, it was folk like him who worked for everything he gained; everything within his grasp, he had worked for in some variation of mannerisms. The circus was a proposed  trait from the Baron, and yet it had been their blood, sweat and tears that had made it work. How bitter it was, to now know that their dream of making a living for themselves was nothing more than a ploy to dirty their hands with less than savory jobs. They were dogs. Hunters. Trained and quietly masked by something most would not look twice at. A clever guise, in a sense.   The mention of the circus triggered another mental condition within the ginger’s mind; brightly offering a showman’s smile; of course, any mention of the troupe filled him with genuine pride, though the workings behind tonight’s showcase were far opposite to simply entertainment. Every person with any leverage was there tonight; young children for the most part remaining at home with housemaids; what a perfect chance, huh? There were teams of them currently out on the streets of London, just awaiting the floodlights of the circus to be switched on to the skies; a signal. “Indeed, sir; will be a pleasure t’ ‘ave ye’ in the audience, this evenin’.” Hey, wasn’t this chap one with the police force? Joker wasn’t grand at recognizing emblems thanks to his lack of education, for the most part, but  he knew, merely by the other’s standard of clothing, that he must have been pretty high up somewhere other than his title. “Would ye’ like another drink? I believe they’ll be bringin’ desert down soon.” Inward cursing. Down. What kitchen was on the upper floors? Of course, the basement was occupied by something much less delectable.  A vocal mistake out of habit from the ringmaster come butler. A grave mistake it could turn into if the fellow before him was truly listening at all. The baron’ll have his neck for this, if it came to light. 

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            ⊰ ♞ ⊱~; The time spent here, it was becoming longer and longer. The opportunities to find more leads were few since not only the humans but also animals, namely snakes, that slithered around and would raised only an uproar or panic if going missing. The entire sweet chattering about family, friendship and promises that came along were spun around again and again; sometimes one wondered if there was a record broken which spun around repeating same phrases like a mantra. Both he himself and the young Master were filled with them for couple more of months, they needed to hurry and make an end with this.      Just as he was about to leave for his own tent, that shared was with the four-eyed reaper unfortunately, a dim light caught his eye. From the furthest row of tents, where the ‘heads of this bizarre family’ were put, flickered a light that appeared to be warming the space within for a while now. Being given the choice to return to the small and useless room with the death God, or to be removed from ‘that’ man’s property, it was apparent to say which he was to choose.       Standing in front of it, Sebastian approached the entrance with a careful eye before lifting the heavy material, pushing it to the side only that much so that he could take a peek inside.”Ah, pardon me. I saw that the light and wondered if you as well..could not find any sleep?” While lips gently brushed with a smile, the carnelian hues presented a state of curiosity and tiredness. “Care if I join then?” To invite yourself with such behaviour, goodness was it unlike the butler that he always played to be.

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     -{♠}-        So it seemed his previous understanding, or inclination, was correct; he was not the only one awake at such an hour. To see the rather tall and slender male with raven hair peek around the curtain of his tent caught him off guard; he had not expected the one to be risen at such an hour to be Black, Doll... perhaps even Beast, but not Black. A few pieces of his paperwork were silently brushed under others in case passing eyes found them, offering a bright smile, as always towards the other. “O’course, Black; c’mon in... Help ye’self t’ a drink. Ye’ must be freezin’ out there.” After a pause,  the ginger male turned back to the paperwork in front of him, kicking out the other stool for the fellow to take a seat upon if he so wished. Perhaps something was ailing the other’s mind? Couldn’t sleep for nightmares? There were endless possibilities that concerned the ringmaster, but the least he could do was offer a chat and some alcohol. It served to relax most. “Anythin’ in particular keeping ye’ up?” 

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As much as he hated these stupid and corrupted events, here he was at the baron’s manor. Ladies, children and other frolicking about and creating drunken scenes or trying to desperately win the attention of a noble. How disgraceful. The Earl was only there, hardly wanting to partake in the events, for his own namesake and as a stand in for the queen since she didn’t have time for such trivial things. Of course the same story was told every single time. That she was sorry she couldn’t make and wished the best and so on and so forth.

It got rather tiring, these boring and meaningless errands. But image was everything to those in high society.

For the most part, Charles watched as a wall flower as the events wore on, sometimes parting to eat or drink. Then there was the occasional dance he had to indulge some women with and act as though he was repulsed by it all. Just a few more hours and it would all be over and he’d be back at the palace, eating and resting peacefully. That’s the thought that got him through up to this point.

Once in a while he’d peek out at the circus warming out for what looked to be a final act later that night. Some looked rather crazy and horrible. What delinquents with no shame. Others, however, looked more peaceful, graceful and entertaining. Strange.

Grey was snapped from thoughts as one of the males serving the aristocrats came to him offering a beverage. One was plucked and held to his lips as he took a sip. “Thank you, and if that’s what you would like to hear then yes. But truly it’s just a nuisance and a bore.”

Cue a sigh and another sip, voice exhausted, sarcastic and yet bored. 

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     -{♠}-         Joker knew his place within the world, understanding that his person belonged nowhere better than the slums he had been abandoned within as a child. But he was a proud man, he had so many aspirations in life that he would never achieve due to both his stature, his disability, and his current leashing to the Baron Kelvin. And yet the smile on his face spoke as if his entire world was as perfect as it could possibly be for someone like him. What a bitter lie. A lie. Just like everything in that room. The women flirting with men; lies for a tie to nobility. The laughter between acquaintances; lies for the possibility of a monetary relationship for selfish gain. Nobles; they were all the same. Bitter, corrupted, selfish people whom wished only to polish their name for those below to supposedly admire. There was not a Noble he had met in his existence thus far that he had actually enjoyed the company off, no matter how brief. The words spoken to him from the noble that took a drink were painfully relatable; he understood the need to upkeep appearances, to adhere to one’s position even if it grated your patience away. Of course, it was not his place to vocally empathize with someone long above his own stature. The Baron would have him hung in mere minutes. A shame, for the ginger was one of the most dedicated and loyal folk around; willing to take on any quest to protect those above and around him, a position and faith wasted with Kelvin’s sick games. Those violet eyes cast of an air of familiar understanding; though no words were spoken on the matter.  “I understand, my lord; perhaps ye’ would rather retire to a quieter room? The library is just around the corner.” Dangerous. Dangerous. There were many rat-runs through the manor for less than savory errands and he could only presume that the fellow before him received the finest of education. It would not take much for him to deduce something was wrong with the running of the place. And of course, the more he took in his features, the more he came to suspect just whom he had offered a drink. What manor house had it’s kitchen on the second floor instead of the basement? What manor house had no visible staff besides those belonging to the Baron’s Circus? Most hallways were entirely in darkness unless used. All very strange, suspicious movements to those whom noticed it. Would being caught truly be a bad thing? Would being free from this hell truly be the end of the world? Surely, prison was more enjoyable that his current predicament? What if another life awaited him? Too many questions, with no answers.  Damn.  

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Nina did her best to keep everyone working, calling out where people were needed and helping where she herself could. The night was growing darker and with the weather turning quickly Nina knew it was only a matter of time before the clouds opened up from a light rain to a downpour. Green eyes behind rimed frames felt like they burned as Nina kept herself awake to help with the last few tents not wanting to let anyone to turn her away when they were so close to finishing.

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     -{♠}-        He was sure he wasn’t the only one in such an exhausted state. But each had to keep working until their final goal was achieved, each and every one of them would sleep well that night. Even if an early start would soon be looming over their sleep deprived minds. Finally, they were finished, shoulders rolling back with aches. 

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What’s my reputation in the Roleplaying Community?

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rpingmemes:

Tell me on anon or not.

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sassygreytea liked your -{♣}- STARTER CALL 

     -{♠}-        It has been long said, in novels and talk, that a smile can mean a thousand words, but hide a thousand problems. How painfully true, for the soiree being held at Kelvin Manor that evening was literally a case of hiding in plain sight;  Steganography, inconspicuous. Or so some of the staff were hoping. How unnerving it was, for the noble to be holding such a party to make connections when he was the base of a rather foul underground operation, the heart and soul of which was below the very feet of his guests.  Music was loud, alcohol offered freely around the Ballroom, as were delicious foods and snacks; it was an evening fit for aristocracy. Entertainment was provided by the Baron’s very own Circus, temporarily erected within the grounds so guests may enjoy at their own leisure, a more private affair; invite only. Games, small performances; all leading up to the finale at the very end of the evening; an act choreographed specifically for, that very event. The Baron wished to impress, after all...the success of the very evening rode on their shoulders; his shoulders.  For a short space of time the Ringmaster had offered drinks out to guests, answering questions with only the highest of praise towards the noble hosting the evening. How oddly bitter those words tasted in his mouth, heart racing inside of his chest for there were many attending with indefinite influence on the outside world, one slip up and the entire underground operation would be revealed... who knows what would happen then. Far too much lay at stake with Kelvin Manor; it was ridiculous to even consider hosting such a gathering... but perhaps hiding in plain sight was truly the best parlor trick? Nobody would suspect any foul play.                                    “A drink, sir? I trust ye’ are enjoyin’ the evenin’?”                                                            A bow of the head. Kindly spoken words though the innermost feelings were lacking any true care towards the answer; Joker had a performance to ready for and his escape from the Ballroom would be immanent in favor of returning to his tent. T’was but only an hour before the final performance; they had not long left of the evening to survive. 

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        -{♠}-             The unwelcome letter sat unopened on the male’s table; private tent closed off to the world for he had items to mull over in his mind, a list of issues that were in dire need of addressing. None were tended to correctly, for violent eyes continued to gaze over at the discolored envelope with the calligraphic scrawling across its base. The seal. The familiar sterile smell. A sigh was heaved, released into the cool air; pluming for but only a moment before the visible breath was no more. What a cold night it was turning out to be; the move had taken the energy out of everyone, most turning into bed early in the hope of drawing motivation for the following day with a good night’s sleep. Unfortunately, the ringmaster was going to have no such rest. Mind now occupied with what could only be described as a daunting prospect, a bone hand reached out to pour a glass of wine.                                                         “Not again... not so soon.”  His stomach promptly churned, the cheap taste of the liquid scarring his tongue for another evening of alcohol-induced rest. If one could call it such.     

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                       immundusx Found the Ringmaster

       -{♠}-           What an abysmal morning to rise to; the sound of pattering rain bouncing atop the various circus tents. Those that were not of a sound nature had begun to leak, drooping down, one or two collapsing partially; they were in dire need of repairs, unready for such torrential rain brewing from nowhere. Thankfully, various fabric used to patching together the canvas of the tents was in ample supply in the various storage areas of the circus grounds itself, it was merely rustling up a number of folk willing to give up practice time to aid in repairs. Especially on a Sunday; most were enjoying a day off. With a yellow bow tied curtly around his neck, the ringmaster stepped his boots out into the dismal weather, shielding his hair with the purple jacket he often sported off his slim shoulders.  Steps displace puddled water, violet eyes scanning the almost derelict grounds; how eerie it was in the early hours of the morning, before sunrise. A shadow. Curious. It seemed he was not the only one up at such an hour; though from such a distance and angle, violet eyes could not focus well enough to make out just whom it was. Few had the motivation to rise at such an hour, beyond those that had to during the week days; thus curiosity only grew;                                                                “Ye’ up early!” A simple call out to the darkness in the hope a familiar voice would reply. 

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       -{♠}-             There was someone in the grounds of the manor. Eagle-like eyes and prickled senses picked up on something being amiss, the distant sounds of the kenneled dogs barking reaching his ears swiftly. Weary, he lifted his head up off of his pillow, brightly orange hair sprawled untamed over his shoulders; for but a few moments, he focused on the lawns to the north of the manor, squinting. He couldn’t currently see any figure dwelling in the grounds, but it would require further investigation. Rising up, he slipped his clothing on swiftly, his boots donned on his feet; how chilling it was outdoors at such an ungodly hour. Regardless, he walked, slowly around the exterior to the manor, and then silently towards the kennels. If the dogs had picked up on something, perhaps they would be of aid now. Even while walking, the ginger could sense eyes watching him; someone was certainly trespassing...  and it would certainly be in their best interest to leave, sooner rather than later. Gloved fingers looped around the padlock, clicking it open before releasing the dogs.                                                         “Hunt ‘em down, boys.” 

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                  dog-of-the-queen Found the Ringmaster

       -{♠}-             Early mornings on days where the sun did not greet those rising were among the worst; it started the day on a sincere downer, a depressant before any morale could be adjusted by means of a pep-talk or breakfast. The rain-sodden ground cast filth unto already disheveled tents, stepping boots displacing some of the water as they paced through the small alleyways created by the fabric residences backstage. A hope was cast outwards, that the thundering sky and less than favorable weather would soon pass and in its place, be sunshine.  It was far easier to get those residing with the circus up and about, doing chores and repairs if they had not to worry about the weather but there was always the risk of such when your company lives mainly outdoors and on the road. “C’mon, guys; look lively. We got much t’ be gettin’ on with.” 

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           @firephoenixcosplay​ Found the Ringmaster

      -{♠}-        Finally, everything was complete; and not with a second to spare. Evenings where the circus arrived late to their new town were always mighty stressful for those travelling were always tired, irritable and wanting their beds... but one would have to set up tents before such wish could be granted. Delays had kept them back in the previous city for a number of hours, traffic and issues on the road only ceasing their movements longer.  However, there was all-round relief when they finally arrived, thus a small morale boost given before the end of the evening. “C’mon, fella’s... not long now...” Indeed, the weather itself was beginning to turn and they had much left to be getting on with; many performers rushing to give stage-hands a helping hand to put up some of the larger bunk-tents. What a rush. Stress. But everyone had arrived safe and sound, and that was all that mattered.