Sebastian Michaelis RP Blog

40+ player/mangaverse/Open for interaction

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Welcome to Soul Gourmand

Ask blog for Sebastian Michaelis from the manga Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler

Send a letter and Sebastian will answer you! All his responses are under the tag correspondence

His in-person interactions are indexed under closed roleplays

Send him a picture of a cat and he'll be beside himself with delight!

But first, Sebastian humbly requests that you read below the cut:

I'm 40+ and have been RPing since 2007. Everyone's welcome to read/follow but please be older than my RPing career if you want to play!

I haven't watched the anime original episodes in 15 years so I'm playing manga-canon Sebastian. If you want to interact using anime-original characters that's cool with me, but my Sebastian will be treating it like communicating with a stranger from an alternate timeline.

I'll also answer asks from OC's and characters from other fandoms, but again my Sebastian only knows about your character what manga Sebastian would know.

I'm in the camp that believes that demon is still thoroughly looking forward to his meal and he won't regret devouring that boy when the contract is complete, no matter what they've lived through together.

PM me if you want to play a longform RP or want to ship! I'm open to shipping with manga canon characters only, provided they're not underage.

I'm tacking on one big caveat, which is that I won't play future/aged up AU plots if the conceit is anything along the lines of "Now that you're an adult we can finally give in to the feelings that evolved when you were so very young."

If I wrote all my RP limits here this post would be a mile long so here’s a separate post that only applies to potential partners for you to read before contacting me for closed RP

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Bed Rest part three

Closed roleplay with @a-medlure-named-jax

"Then that might explain what I found." Tously huffed, "Rotting living flesh that tried to talk a bite of me. They tasted absolutely foul." As Ciel read the letters he found the furthest date seemed more of a query after Sebastian and their sudden departure. The next pertained to some vile humans and how rude they were. The third had chased after the Earl himself and if he knew anyone in the funeral business. "The place reeked like a morgue. All sorts of chemicals and certainly things your era should not have yet... I thought I stumbled onto something that would lead to answers about myself. Instead I find your name in a scattering of notes among the revival techniques." Amber blinked at the finger but did not move from Tously's shoulders. They hummed, "If Sebastian's that hurt, it's a good thing Amber is here. Cat purrs actually can help accelerate healing. I think it has something to do with the vibration frequency. Besides animals are always said to be a comfort when in pain."

A shover went down Ciel’s spine at that. Undertaker had been a family contact since his predecessor’s time. Could he mean -?

No, there was no way Undertaker could mean him. He’d been burnt away. He drew a steadying breath and steepled his fingers, concentrating on the probable not the impossible.

“Was it the mortuary off Tooley street, near the Borough market? That was owned by the rogue Reaper who attacked Sebastian. If he wrote about me it’s probably because he’d planned to kill Sebastian to save my soul.”

That made more sense. But still…

“Did you take any of his papers?”

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Dear Sebastian,

Are you actually scared of Ciel’s aunt?

Dear Anonymous,

My Lord’s aunts possessed diametrically opposite but equally forceful personalities, yet I would hardly call myself afraid of either of them.

His late aunt Angelina was in many ways an amusing woman but she suffered the most terrible case of wandering hands if I was ever obliged to stand too near where she was seated. I never did know when they'd suddenly end up squeezing me and it was most undignified to be molested while I was serving the tea. However she was called home to her heavenly reward and so I need never fear that shameless fondling again.

As I said I would never say I was afraid of Marchioness of Scotney, but as I pride myself on my perfect service and yet somehow never manage to entirely meet her exacting standards I do find her presence uniquely stressful.

No, I am definitely not afraid in the slightest of Lady Frances Midford, I am only determined to discover exactly what I must do to win her admiration for my many skills and acts of service. It is appalling that any of my Master’s valued connections could perceive me as an untrustworthy hire.

Yours with frustration,

S. Michaelis

P.S. I still have no idea what it is about my face that makes her believe I look lecherous. If you happen to know what it is I would appreciate the insight.

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Sebastian, what’s your favourite thing about the time period you live in and what’s your least favourite thing about it?

Dear Anonymous,

I find myself enjoying the fast pace of modern life. The world is more connected than it ever has been - months-long carriage journeys can now be completed in weeks wherever the train lines have been laid and weeks-long postal correspondence can happen instantly with the new telephone lines. To think, when I first learnt of telegrams I was impressed at their speed.

It is a pace that could drive some to madness and given the dizzying rate of technological innovation I expect the pace to only increase.

What I dislike is the stench of coalsmoke that thickens year by year. London is choked to the point where my Master's health would be in danger if he were to reside in his townhouse all year round. It is so like humanity to assume a breeze will blow all the consequences away with never a thought to the distant day when no breeze is left untainted.

Yours most speedily,

S. Michaelis

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Dear Sebastian,

Would you rather be cute or sexy?

Dear Anonymous,

If I were to explore the hypothetical...

I possess an innate allure that can easily be interpreted as sexiness, though I work daily to suppress this charisma so that I can serve my Master as a butler should. After all, it would not do to for a servant to outshine his Lord.

Yet while sexiness is as natural to me as breathing is for you, I unfortunately seem to be fundamentally incapable of projecting an aura of cuteness despite the young Lady Elizabeth's best efforts.

Yes, perhaps I would like to be cute as it would be an entirely novel experience for me. Lady Elizabeth would be pleased if I were able to embrace the frills she decks me in with an open heart.

Yours most charmingly,

S. Michaelis

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Why?

Dear Anonymous,

For many reasons:

Because I am able to

Because I desire to

And because no one has proven capable of stopping me yet

Yours most entertained,

S. Michaelis

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Bed Rest part 2

Closed roleplay with @a-medlure-named-jax

Tously watched Tanaka leave before handing over the cane. The handle held out towards him as they rounded the desk. Eyes flickering over the room. "Gender is a social construct to try and categorise complex creatures. Very few humans get the labels right." Those shades blocked their pale eyes and any direction they fell. They flickered to the pile trying to spot the ones they sent. A inlayed paw print in the left corner. A hidden mark unless one touched it or studied from the correct angle. "I was always going to come return them. But they make a good cover for nosier humans. Makes me seem friendlier." Amber looked to the boy and chattered. Tously reached up and carefully removed her shades. Revealing the cats lovely green eyes. "Right. But what I'm really here for though is because I found something... Odd on one of my hunts. Your name written in the notes." They turned to face the door where Tanaka had left. "Did your butler get hurt? Cause I have real questions if something hurt him."

Ciel’s only response to hearing his name was mentioned in other people’s papers was a tightening of his lips - at this point he’d experienced enough kidnapping attempts that finding out he had yet one more enemy stupid enough to challenge him was barely a shock any more.

“We were onboard the Campania and only arrived back in England last night.” He answered as he retrieved Beast Amber’s letters from his pile, opening them one by one as he talked. “The papers reported that the ship sank but that was hardly the full story. A rogue Reaper has decided to try reanimate the dead to sell as the latest weapons of war to the highest bidder and wanted to demonstrate their potential by releasing them on a captive population. Even Sebastian can be pushed to the limit and it appears it takes three Reapers trying to kill him, a thousand corpses trying to eat me, and an iceberg. Still, he fulfilled all his duties well so I’ve told him to rest until he no longer has a scythe hole through his chest.”

He pointed at Cat Amber sternly, acting as if he weren’t holding his finger near enough for her to touch.

“When we go downstairs don’t jump on him. He claims he’s well enough to get on but he still winces if you jab him.”

The letters all lay spread out in front of him now, ordered by date.

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Dear Sebastian,

What’s your favorite way of killing people?

Dear Anonymous,

You must think I am something of an unsavoury character if you believe I would have a favourite way of killing people.

But if I am forced to state an opinion, then it is that if the killing takes place within the manor I prefer methods that won't leave any stains on the furnishings.

Yours wounded by the insinuations,

S. Michaelis

[a-medlure-named-jax]

Tously was annoyed. No. Beyond annoyed. They were utterly pissed off.

Not only had there letters gone unanswered, they own hunt for answers had turned up unusual things they thought the Earl himself might take interest in. Yet all letters to either butler of brat went unanswered.

Not even with bribes of Amber had made the creature respond.

So they racing up the long drive of the out of city manor. They had hoped to never set foot on this kinda place without a hunt in mind. Not the Phantomhive household but rather any fancy estate.

Yet they pushed the gas of their modify automobile up the road, glaring daggers at building.

Skidding to a stop right at the steps, Amber moved onto their shoulders as they climbed out of the car. A pair of gold rimmed shades across her eyes to protect her from windburn and sun. Her green ribbon replaced with a jade beaded necklace with an amber stone that had trapped a feather in it long ago.

Tously was once more decked out like a scholar. All browns and tans, but touches of gold that gave way to a sense of wealth. Matching shades to the cat sat over their eyes, protecting humans from the fear they could install. In hand one they had the Earl's hat and cane.

Their free hand fisted up and slammed against the front door thrice. Rattling the wood with tempered power but enough control it didn't break. They were gonna find answer, no matter what stood in their way.

At the door, Tously was met with a child's face in gardeners clothes. Strawberry blonde hair clipped out of the face. A straw sun hat sat on the boy's neck.

Bright innocent green eyes blinked at the stranger. Finny's eyes tracked to the cat, then the hat and cane in hand. Those looked familiar. The stranger didn't.

"Yes. Are you lost?" asked Finny.

Tously frowned. "I'm looking for the Earl Phantomhive and his butler."

Finny's eyes darted back to the cat. "For what reason-"

"If you're worried about Amber, the Earl and her have already met and gotten along fine. I have information for them both and my letters have gone ignored... It could be considered life or death, so can we not waste anymore time."

Finny's eyes widened and jumped into action letting the stranger in. "Right, right. This way."

The boy lead the unknown visitor into the house. Taking them right to the Master and Sebastian. If it was life or death, it had to be very important.

He knocked on the room's door. "Master, I have someone here looking for you and Sebastian. He-" he blinked and turned back. Finny didn't get a name for the man.

Tously spoke clearly letting their voice carry through the solid wood. "I brought back your hat and cane Earl Phantomhive..."

Their tone held something of displeasure even when granted entry into the room.

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[soulgourmand]

Bed Rest part 1

Closed roleplay with @a-medlure-named-jax

The third instalment of a story where Sebastian becomes the best of friends with a cat named Lady Amber - and thus becomes acquaintances with the strange inhuman predator Amber Tously. Now featuring Ciel Phantomhive, also played by me.

Set immediately after the Book of Atlantic

“Come in!” Ciel’s voice rang from the other side of the door, already sounding done with the conversation before it even began. Finnian opened the door and escorted Tously in before backing out again.

Ciel was sitting behind a wide desk piled with stacks of papers, ledgers - and right to his left several stacks of envelopes weighed down with a silver letter opener. The boy looked as exhausted as he was irritated, but nevertheless he straightened and plastered on the face expected for an Earl greeting a guest.

“Amber Tously, come in.” His brows raised as he looked further at her - her? Or him? Sebastian had called Tously “they” but Ciel assumed that was his demon just being circumspect.

Standing beside Ciel’s desk dressed in full livery wasn’t Sebastian but an elderly human man whose gentle expression belied his alert posture - for all his age he was ready and capable of defending his Lord from any human intruder.

Ciel glanced to him briefly. “Tanaka, fetch us some refreshments and on the way tell Sebastian his friend has come to visit. Make sure to tell him from me that if he tries to leave his bed before we come down to visit our guest will be leaving without seeing him.”

Tanaka smiled and bowed, chuckling at the instruction. “Yes, my Lord. I shall make sure young Sebastian doesn’t disturb his bed rest and be back presently.”

As he left Ciel leaned back in his chair with a deep sigh.

“So you’re a man today?” He was obviously still recalculating what that meant, though it was hardly the most important thing in the visit. “Did you bring me back my belongings out of the goodness of whatever passes for your heart, or is it because I haven’t read your letters yet?” he gestured dismissively to his letter pile.

“Nevertheless thank you for bringing back my cane; I twisted my ankle last week and my spare just isn’t the same when I actually need the support.”

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The Den part twenty

Closed roleplay with @a-medlure-named-jax

Tously studied the changing shaping of the shadow with interest. Eyes wide watching the creature in their lap. Not with fear but curiousity. Reaching for the creature, Amber sounded a hiss from beside Ciel. Tously's gaze snapped up to her. "... He's offering though..." Amber flicked her tail and gave another hiss. "I doubt it would even hurt him. It certainly won't kill him." Amber shook out her body and settled again. Tously looked back to the creature and picked it up. Feeling the odd amorphous thing in their hand before bringing it to their mouth. Their multitude of teeth on full as they took a bite. A single bite. That's all it took. The soul within Tously flared out. Beyond their mortal shell and filled the room. It was harsh and wild and impossible to stand against. Cracking and flashing wildly with energy and power. Tously's face scrunched up one side as their eyes water. "Oh that's sour... Why are you sour? I thought it would be spicy." They ran their tongue over their teeth before going in for another bite. Completely unaware of their soul raging with the new delicacy. "Not horrible. Certainly better than a Reaper."

Ciel wrinkled his nose watching Beast Amber pick up the stupid-looking little Sebastian-blob to bite - Cat Amber had the right of it hissing at the entire thing. His stupid demon had always had fun getting himself shot and attacked, but Ciel hadn't assumed it was for any other reason than scaring people until that very moment... no, he didn't want to deal with working out how much weird his demon actually was until he was in private.

Sebastian watched fascinated from both his human eyes and the eyes in his little separated self, lips parted in anticipation for the consumption.

He hadn't expected the flare of Tously's soul-stuff slapping him in the face like a steak being thrown onto a starving dog. His shadows broke free of his shell, writhing across the floor, across his Master, bestial heads bubbling as he quickly positioned himself in front of the boy, panting for control despite technically not needing air.

His little separate self flailed wildly in Tously's grip as they lifted it to take a second bite, nipping desperately at the soul-stuff raging off their captor. Sebastian groaned, strained at the effort of holding back -

He couldn't. His human form collapsed and he wrapped up his Master in his Self despite the boy yelping and kicking, clutching him close and safe as he fled, bursting through the door and streaming like fire as fast as he could flee as his separated self dissolved out of Tously's grip before their teeth could meet.

Ciel bit and flailed at the shadow round him until he was freed enough to yell to yell into the pitch black.

"What in the blazes do you think you're doing?! I order you to stop!"

Sebastian slowed as the lead was tugged, reforming into the butler holding his Master in his arms as he so often did when he needed to transport the boy at pace.

"Had we stayed, Master, I would have violated my own principles." His voice was strained. "I don't intend to consume anyone before I consume you." He closed his eyes briefly as he pulled himself together, both literally and emotionally, pulling his facade fully back on. "And in doing so I failed in my duty as your butler. Forgive me, Lord, but I seem to have forgotten your hat and cane."

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Tously blinked at the rather dramatic exit. Licking their teeth again to the sour taste. The unusual but not unpleasant feeling that lingered on their tongue.

Their soul still curled and flashed, Tously none the wiser to it.

Amber jumped across the table and battered Tously's head with a paw. Much like a cat correcting a kitten's behaviour.

Tously sighed, "He offered. And that certainly wasn't fear." They looked to the door. "I don't know what exactly but he would not have a flight response to fear... I don't think he could feel fear."

Amber moved around behind them and bit the collar of their dress. An attempt to scruff the oversized awkward kitten.

"I will make apologies only if I find out what happened... And only if it's something I can control."

They stood and spotted the hat and cane. Tously smirked gathering them up.

"Beside, we've been left reason to bother them again."

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And that’s the end of The Den!

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The Den part twenty

Closed roleplay with @a-medlure-named-jax

Tously studied the changing shaping of the shadow with interest. Eyes wide watching the creature in their lap. Not with fear but curiousity. Reaching for the creature, Amber sounded a hiss from beside Ciel. Tously's gaze snapped up to her. "... He's offering though..." Amber flicked her tail and gave another hiss. "I doubt it would even hurt him. It certainly won't kill him." Amber shook out her body and settled again. Tously looked back to the creature and picked it up. Feeling the odd amorphous thing in their hand before bringing it to their mouth. Their multitude of teeth on full as they took a bite. A single bite. That's all it took. The soul within Tously flared out. Beyond their mortal shell and filled the room. It was harsh and wild and impossible to stand against. Cracking and flashing wildly with energy and power. Tously's face scrunched up one side as their eyes water. "Oh that's sour... Why are you sour? I thought it would be spicy." They ran their tongue over their teeth before going in for another bite. Completely unaware of their soul raging with the new delicacy. "Not horrible. Certainly better than a Reaper."

Ciel wrinkled his nose watching Beast Amber pick up the stupid-looking little Sebastian-blob to bite - Cat Amber had the right of it hissing at the entire thing. His stupid demon had always had fun getting himself shot and attacked, but Ciel hadn't assumed it was for any other reason than scaring people until that very moment... no, he didn't want to deal with working out how much weird his demon actually was until he was in private.

Sebastian watched fascinated from both his human eyes and the eyes in his little separated self, lips parted in anticipation for the consumption.

He hadn't expected the flare of Tously's soul-stuff slapping him in the face like a steak being thrown onto a starving dog. His shadows broke free of his shell, writhing across the floor, across his Master, bestial heads bubbling as he quickly positioned himself in front of the boy, panting for control despite technically not needing air.

His little separate self flailed wildly in Tously's grip as they lifted it to take a second bite, nipping desperately at the soul-stuff raging off their captor. Sebastian groaned, strained at the effort of holding back -

He couldn't. His human form collapsed and he wrapped up his Master in his Self despite the boy yelping and kicking, clutching him close and safe as he fled, bursting through the door and streaming like fire as fast as he could flee as his separated self dissolved out of Tously's grip before their teeth could meet.

Ciel bit and flailed at the shadow round him until he was freed enough to yell to yell into the pitch black.

"What in the blazes do you think you're doing?! I order you to stop!"

Sebastian slowed as the lead was tugged, reforming into the butler holding his Master in his arms as he so often did when he needed to transport the boy at pace.

"Had we stayed, Master, I would have violated my own principles." His voice was strained. "I don't intend to consume anyone before I consume you." He closed his eyes briefly as he pulled himself together, both literally and emotionally, pulling his facade fully back on. "And in doing so I failed in my duty as your butler. Forgive me, Lord, but I seem to have forgotten your hat and cane."

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Dear Sebastian,

What color are your eyes? They look different every new series.

Dear Anonymous,

I assume you have also been viewing the cinematic records of my exploits the Reapers have apparently been editing and distributing?

If my eyes appear to change from Record series to Record series I can only assume that is because the Records show a person's subjective experience and not objective reality.

My irises are but a humble and unremarkable red and I have never altered them.

S. Michaelis

P.S I would be fascinated to see how I am portrayed in these memories but I doubt I will be able to view them without risking being reaped.

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Sebastian, why are demons able to smell blood? Can all demons smell blood? Does it annoy you sometimes?

Dear Anonymous,

Demons are able to smell blood because we make ourselves noses with which to smell.

If you are asking why I in particular can smell blood more keenly than an average human, then it is because when taking a form for my contract I am not bound to tailor my sensory organs to match the outer form I wear for my Master, so I can construct my innards however I please, freeing myself from the constrictions of human anatomy.

As for whether the scent of blood annoys me, the answer is no. Of all the fluids that humans could possibly leak I am sure you would agree with me that blood has one of the less offensive scents. Why, if you yourself smelled blood in a kitchen you might even assume it was the smell of your supper waiting to be cooked.

Yours most perceptively,

S. Michaelis

P.S my Master has seen this letter and is incredibly amused at the idea that I gave myself a dog nose rather than that my senses are innate to my unfleshed form. Let me make this clear, I have not chosen to shape any part of myself after a dog.

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Dear Sebastian, I hope this letter finds you well during the heatwave in England. I wanted to say that I find it interesting how 30 degrees can be so different depending on the country. For example where I’m from 30 degrees is like nothing because it usually reaches 40 in the summer… but like in England 30 feels like really sticky and humid. Hopefully this makes sense.

Dear Anonymous,

Lord Phantomhive’s dear friend Prince Soma Khader was remarking on the same phenomenon just yesterday during my Master’s visit to the townhouse, in between delivering his opinion on the inadequacy of our traditional cooling methods compared to the well-developed heat-mitigating routines of his homeland.

On the back of this letter I am including a recipe taught to me by his peerless butler for what I am told is the perfect supper for a day as hot as this.

Yours hoping for a cooler breeze,

S Michaelis

[soulgourmand]

The Den part nineteen

Closed roleplay with @a-medlure-named-jax

Amber looked up to Ciel, pupils widening as if picking up on his train of thought. Tously matched her intense gaze even through their glasses. They pointed to him, voice low and threatening.

"Animals, especially cats, are very good at sensing intent. So whatever your thinking better stay just that, a thought."

They pulled back their hand and patted down their chest. "And Reapers have gardening tools because the garden has overgrown."

Tously's eyes locked onto Sebastian. "One, don't imply I choose this shape. I find it insulting." They huffed, "I much rather be more beastly than this shape allows."

They stretched their back the sound of popping and creaking heard even to Ciel's ears. "And two, there are a few reasons why I might have energy like a soul. It could be a bait to your kind to try and lure you in. Though that would take temptation on my kind's part. Which I don't really have personally. Or it could be simply a layer so a demon doesn't look twice to what's under the soul."

Tously tilted their head thinking. "I am curious about the flavour profile but I like my teeth too much to risk it."

Sebastian tilted his head, smiling oddly at that confession and surrender. It sparked something in him, a challenge and desire to dominate

But above all that instinctive bristling was curiosity.

“I’ve never had someone want to devour me before.” Well, he’d been eaten in certain other ways but it would be inappropriate for a butler to drop such innuendos in front of his Lord, not least because the brat would find days worth of inventive punishments for disgusting him.

But this was something entirely new, a rarest experience at this point in his life. His tailcoat billowed, the fabric of the tails turning to a writhing black darker than shadow, flailing up -

And then a small part broke off and flew towards Tously, briefly a leaping rat, briefly a raven, briefly a spiralling tentacle before landing on their lap as a flickering cold flame that resolved into an amorphous creature blinking its single round eye while grinning with a spiky little mouth. It reached up with its little three-toed arms, freely offering itself to be picked up.

“Tell me how I taste.” There was a fine chance that small chunk of his self would poison Tously, but he was ready to take responsibility and take Amber home.

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Sebastian, I have a scary fact…

there… is… an… England…

Dear Anonymous,

I had not realised that there was a part of this world that had yet to experience the vast might of Her Imperial Majesty's influence. Do not fear for my sake, for I am excellently positioned in this country, but fear for yourself if you are not.

Yours in trust,

S. Michaelis

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The Den part eighteen

Closed roleplay with @a-medlure-named-jax

Amber stayed by the boy, letting him explore the new experience of patting a cat. Tously hummed, "Yes and no. I certainly think they have the same base energy. But something in humans makes their energy more... pronounced. Easier to track and hunt." They looked to the kid. "No. I don't think there are little cat Reaper's. You're Reapers carry gardening tools and I suspect there is a pun in there that no one's quite caught onto yet." Pulling off one of their gloves, Tously revealed their six fingers of their hand. Turning it back to front and stretching them out. Nails clean, short and neat. "I've certainly never been human either. I just think I'm in this shape as a layer of protection. Not that it's useful." They sighed, "The amount of times I've been shot or stabbed..." Tously shook their head. "But I believe my energy looks more like a soul for that propose. To hide whatever I am from demons."

Cat Amber was soft and warm, a lovely tactile experience. Ciel briefly contemplated a cat-fur line of Funtom soft toys before dismissing the idea as hell - not just for the sneezing but for all the weeping it would cause if gentle-hearted children discovered what was used to make such soft toys.

He shot Beast Amber an impish little grin. "Cat reapers won't need tools, they've got claws." He looked at her fingers when she revealed them, perking up at the proof she was something different.

Sebastian too was perking up. He smiled too widely, a predator's interest. "How strange it is that you would disguise yourself as the only creature in actual danger from my kind. I see no reason I'd desire to interact with your species any more than I desire to interact with Reapers - why, do you suspect the rest of your kind don't exist because they tried to predate on us?"