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[ofovertime]

@ofimmortalis No you're stuck here

"This is truly... Hell."

[lunarscaled-08152025]

VERSE INFO: BLACK BUTLER

*note— This verse's Undertaker is exclusive to @ofimmortalis and all references to the character and Lyric's personal relationship will regard that blog only.

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Lyric Gravellese

Age: 20

Occupation: Mortician('s assistant)

Location: England, born in France

Species: Human, magic bloodline

Lyric Gravellese originally arrived in England several years ago on a boat sailing along the coast and through the channel, working as a deckhand. Tired of the constant back and forth of the sea, they were hoping to find quieter, steadier work near London for an adult with a history of a good work ethic but an obscure past. It had been several years since Lyric fled their family farm at home after their mother and brother passed suddenly and tragically—and since then Lyric had been running about Europe trying to stay alive and avoid the ruthless creatures that haunted them. Perhaps fae, perhaps spirits, perhaps demons of some kind———Lyric could find nowhere untouched by things unseen, had no rest between their whispers and unluck no matter how superstitious they were.

Lyric could not explain to you how they came upon the Undertaker's shop. They were running from something in a hurry, always in the corner of their eye: they just wanted to take shelter somewhere with a light in the darkened streets. Perhaps his unsettling presence scared the thing off, or perhaps the shop itself was like a ward of danger. But it was quiet. His laughter unseated them.

Lyric asked to stay. They could work, if he needed. They'd do anything. Purple eye sockets and scarred hands and tangled thick hair and bright eyes. Anything.

That is how Lyric became a mortician's assistant.

ADD. INFO

Lyric is aware of the Phantomhive family, the tragedy, and nothing more. They know Ceil as the only survivor and Sebastian as his nerve-wracking butler. Something about the man makes Lyric wary.

Lyric tends to the shop and customers during the day, and keeps meticulous ledger records.

Lyric lives in the basement of the shop in a little apartment-like area. it has a basement. I say so.

Lyric knows nothing about Undertaker's experiments with the Other Ceil

They are, eventually, made aware of his former position as a Grim Reaper

During Book of Atlantic, Lyric is running the mortician's shop alone. They have no idea where Undertaker has gone off to or know anything about the academy except general knowledge. They informally refer to it as their shop and say he's gone for an unknown period of time.

Lyric wears a uniform jacket somewhat similar to Undertaker's coat. The sleeves are rolled up and tied to keep from interfering with their work. they often wear gloves.

Lyric has The Sight. They can see fae, some spirits, and other types of invisible magical creatures. It runs in their family and they have had it since birth. Because they are unused to being seen, some of these creatures tend to chase after Lyric and cause trouble and misfortune in their life.

[storieswrittcnarch]

@ofimmortalis​ sent [ disagree ] your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

NON SE/XUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE

Status: ACCEPTING

“....” No. A word he is only really used to hearing from the Young Master. Has Undertake decided to refuse to work with them after the ‘incident?”. The incident that leaves Sebastian uneasy around the reaper. Ciel insists he come ask for help, however, and so here he is, as much as he does not wish to be here.

“You have not even heard my question yet.” Sebastian points out, as if it matters. This is pointless - something has shifted, they clearly do not like each other, and the demon rather be anywhere but here.

[freckleddoll]

@ofimmortalis​ has entered the Circus!

“Good evenin’ sir, I do apologize fer the intrusion but I’m ‘fraid I may be a tad lost,” Doll said, holding her map under her arm (it wasn’t her doing any favors with her poor reading skills and lack of natural sunlight). She had made one wrong turn and lost sight of the other Circus members. “Am I on Grove Street still by any chance?” She had entered the first building she saw with a light on.

[ofovertime]

@ofimmortalis

"What are you afraid?" he paused. " really, of me?"

[sebaelis]

"shoo."

@ofimmortalis

[innocence-impulse]

@ofimmortalis cont. 🎶

As she rode in the carriage toward her destination, she couldn't help but think that this mission was cursed from the very beginning. It seemed to her like she was the only exorcist sent to investigate the case of rising dead people, which sounded more like a part of a horror story than something real. Not for the first time, Alice thought that the heads of the Black Order were simply trying to get rid of her.

The task she was given sounded similar to what the Millennium Earl did when he resurrected a soul, forcing it to come back into a metal body instead of a live one. However, if the rumors were true, there was something even more horrific going on –-- an actual dead person coming back to life. It seemed barbaric and unforgivable. No one should be allowed to toy with the concept of life and death, and the idea of a living dead walking was difficult for Alice to comprehend.

Upon finally arriving at her destination, she contemplated where to begin and decided to take a leisurely walk down the street. It didn't matter to her whether it was day or night, as she was prepared to defend herself with her weapon and golem by her side.

It was then that she noticed an undertaker's salon. Who better to know about death than someone who encounters it daily? It took a lot of courage from her to enter, and to her amusement, she found a man very quickly. Not being able to speak up first, instead, she tapped him on the shoulder lightly, but his reaction made her confused and even stand back a little.

«Oh, I'm sorry. I never thought a person like you could be so easily scared.»

The way Alice shuddered, and her body language showed how uncomfortable she was in the entire situation, but she tried to keep up the facade no matter what. Pointing to the rose cross on her chest, despite the shyness and awkwardness of their first meeting, she continues.

«...I was sent by an organization called the Black Order. I'm an exorcist, we are investigating everything connected to death. I heard a rumor that there are some cases of living corpses, do you know something about it?»

Furthermore, there's no sense in hiding the truth. After all, her rose cross was revealed, so anyone would ask questions, but it's not for everyone alike she opened up in all honesty. Then she adds more silently as if telling a secret.

«The Black Order is a secret organization, so don't worry. If there's truly something like this happening here, in the heart of Britain, not a single soul outside of the head of organization will know about it.»

[ofovertime]

@ofimmortalis

"scaring me into it, won't work. I've seen death's door plenty of times."