#cielphantomhive11

[fxtelism-moved]

A starter for @cielphantomhive11 (ft. Nyx)

A loud yawn escaped from the Demoness from her apparent slumber, seemingly without care at all about the unknown location that she was in right now. “Hmm, I can’t remember sleeping here.” Gazing around, she then noticed someone in the distance which she gave a cheerful wave. “Hi there!~”

[fake-yellow-rxse]

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Darkness. Darkness was all poor Mary had been able to see for the longest time, wondering what in the world was going on in the gallery. Things had been different before her world went dark, pieces she liked or was on speaking terms with had vanished, and it was becoming a problem. The gallery was shrinking, and it was only a matter of time until the poor girl was next. 

Then suddenly she could see again, and the gallery was different. There were paintings and portraits Mary had never seen before. These hadn’t been done by Guertena, but there were some that she quite liked. The sad part was that none of these could talk or move, and the little girl found herself alone. Horridly alone.

Eventually she’d found an opening through her own portrait to the real world, grinning as she ran through and found herself in a fancy bedroom. Unsure of what to do, she’d wandered around a little bit and hoped whoever she met was kind enough to her she wouldn’t have to resort to drastic measures.

[thedarkestsalvation]

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“Hmm, so this is the famed Phantomhive estate? I’ve heard quite a bit about that mansion, about what happened there. A shame, really. But a prime candidate for salvation. Now, to get close.” She wasn’t exactly near the place, but could see it clearly from this distance. The only thing she could do now though, was ponder as to how she’d get there. “Well, I’ll just have to pull some strings now won’t I.” After all, she was a witch, and her witch’s kiss could see to a few...work arounds.

[anima-necrosis-archived]

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*It was just another world. In most cases, when he went into different worlds, he didn’t expect to appear in some kind of dangerous situation. He wasn’t expecting to stand witness to yet another horrible thing, and yet here he was. Snow falling, a manor in the distance, pine trees to his left. And in front of him, a boy with an eyepatch, about to execute a young maid. It didn’t take long before Okabe pulled his silenced pistol that he always kept on him since the war, on the boy. In his universe, he was used to killing children. Nations often used children for all sorts of nefarious military reasons during World War 3, from soldiers, to assassins, to suicide bombers and human shields. You had to shoot them before they killed you. It was one of the reasons he grew to despise the governments of the world. He took the safety off and placed his finger on the trigger.*

Don’t shoot kid. Explain yourself if you don’t want a bullet in your head.

*Now wasn’t time for Kyouma. This was time for Okabe, it was time to be serious. Someone’s life was on the line and he couldn’t screw this up. They may be strangers, but he wasn’t going to let an innocent person get killed.*

[flowers-for-2b-blog]

"I am curious if your made in our image and such but are also made to take back earth, you think they'd leave certain things out just so you'd guys have an advantage,an example would be you guys being able to feel pain, I find it rather odd but interesting honestly, who ever made you had to be a sadist" Ciel would snicker after saying the last part

“I don’t really have a clear answer for you. We were made to be like our human creators in more than simply appearances. And as painful as being wounded might be, pain still serves a purpose. If not for such feelings, how would we know the severity of our injuries…?” But then again, her systems could alert her of any damage, without the need for the sensation of pain. Maybe things would be easier if androids could not feel pain… but would it be wrong for it to be so easy? She didn’t like pondering such questions.

Besides that, and prohibited as feelings were, at least in outward expression, lacking a sense of touch was something 2B hard a difficult time imagining, since beyond the sensation of pain, there was still pleasure, after all. The softness of flower petals, the warmth of the sun. It would be more difficult to appreciate the world that mankind so desperately wanted androids to take back from machines. “We were made the way that humans wanted us to be made,” she concluded. “I trust that they know what’s best for us.”

[fiachsaol]

♚

Priscilla turned, surprised to see what appeared to be a... rather small nobleman standing before her. She began to speak- open her mouth to ask exactly what he was hoping to gain, seeking counsel with the lady of Death.

But before she could, he had knelt before her and sworn his fealty to her as a knight. Priscilla could only blanch, at a loss for words- she had no knights of her own, nor servants...

“Please, stand- I will accept your service, certainly, but prithee, introduce yourself.”

[shapeshiftingscientist-blog]

In the middle of the night

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The city was a welcome change of pace from the usual wild setting.  Alleria stood in front of the vending machine.  An array of coffee lay before her.  The woman looked around for change.

The only lighting came from the streetlights.  The empty streets allowed the wind to flow, along with a sound of a distant car on another road elsewhere.

“Damn it, the coffee is so close, yet so far away.  And here I am without quarters...  I sure look like I’m in charge of soldiers right now, aren’t I?”  She groans.

[hypershutter]

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Traveling to England has been one of the photographers long time wishes. So when Junko-sama had told her to go spread despair there...well, it had pretty much been a dream come true. She knew it would look lovely...but she had no idea it would look even lovelier on fire...she couldn’t help but sigh at it’s beauty or at the little ants trying to put out the flames.  She had received one warning though, to watch out for the person that Junko-sama had referred too as the queen’s mutt. Ibuki wasn’t scared though, she’d deal with him the way she’d dealt with all the rest...seeing just how far she could break his mind before breaking his body.