Caught in a Web

"Hoheo taralna, rondero tarel!" Independent Alois Trancy (Jim Macken) from Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler. Approach with caution.

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} Extended Leave

[ Due to a recent number of events, I won’t be particularly active this week-

While I may have some time to spare, I may not get to roleplays for multiple days.

Blameitonthedog/housesitting. c:

I will be getting to roleplays when I can, but I can’t promise anything. Sorry!

Thanks for understanding, ]

-- Aces

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namxiism:

                       “direspect? I’m afraid I don’t understand. it would be disrespectful not to give someone a proper burial, throwing them into a hole in the bare ground, don’t you think? what I’m offering you is quite the opposite.” ah, he could almost see the boy’s tension hiding behind those pathetic attempts to not let it show, to conceal every feeling, occulting them with a mask of noble arrogance. those humans…!  

                        “one should alway be prepared to die, even at such a young age, I reckon. even now. you are vulnerable without your butler, you should watch your back, and yet you cross my threshold without thinking about it twice. quite careless of you, earl.” Undertaker allowed himself to slightly laugh at his own warning, crossing his legs as he rested both elbows on the wooden counter of the writing-desk, which he used for everything but writing. 

                         “also, I wouldn’t let the opportunity escape. all the coffins are discounted.” even though the payment was slightly different from the conventional one.

{ ❧ } The Earl was understandably uncomfortable around this creature, his stance tense and his voice holding the smallest of wavers. Keeping up his arrogant act had become harder to keep a hold on.

"Keep that bloody mouth of yours shut." He practically gasped his words, clearly far in over his head. Alois was not familiar being alone, and he took the Undertaker's words as an obvious threat. Prepared to die? Even the thought of death made the boy cringe, discomforted about thinking of his demise so early in his life. While, yes, he knew very well that once his contract ended, he would be at death's door, his bravery was not potent enough to be able to face such thoughts.

"I'm not shopping, and I don't want any coffin." The blonde added sharply, though it was clear his prideful facade had already begun to crack. The mention of Ciel had, admittedly, given the blonde a 'brilliant' idea. He had his doubts, but he wasn't willing to give in quite yet. "I want information. On Ciel Phantomhive." He snapped, perhaps more than a bit arrogantly.

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lxonharts:

Annie was about to open her mouth to say something, but she stopped herself. She hadn’t been expecting the boy to be such a brat. She’d be understandably annoyed if someone bumped into her like that, but she had apologized, even if it was a short and half-hearted one. Apparently apologizing and attempting to be nice was treating someone as if they were pathetic now. Her suspicions of him being but a child were confirmed with the way he was acting. While Annie tried her best not to judge people based on age, seeing as how she was basically a one-man-army at the age of 12, she couldn’t help but feel superior over them. She didn’t exactly have anything against children, but most of the time, they just ended up getting on her nerves, much like the boy in front of her. She was already pissed from being forced into running errands for the Military Police and Hitch alike, she certainly didn’t need an annoying kid on top of all that.

She felt almost personally offended at the fact that after sassing her, he stuck his tongue out at her. This was only encouraging the nagging thought in the back of her mind to reduce herself to his level and make childish gestures at the boy to mock him, but no. She had to show that she was the one in control here. She was the adult. Teenager. Whatever. She could tell he was almost trying to imitate her, trying to show that he wasn’t a “child” and yet here he was, acting like a nine year old. It was honestly kind of fun to watch. She furrowed her golden brow as she felt the slightest pang of aggravation that she had to look up at him. While she wasn’t about to yell at him or anything like that, seeing as how he was probably much younger than herself, she wasn’t going to sugarcoat her reply in the slightest. She let out a frustrated sigh. While she was happy to help a lost child, no matter whether they were precious little angels or fire-spewing hell demons, he wasn’t exactly being cooperative. She supposed she couldn’t really hold it against them, for they were just ignorant children who probably didn’t know what they were doing or their parents had never taught them tact, but she let her anger gently push those rational thoughts out of the way. Her policy when it came to children is that they were treated mostly however they decided to treat her. 

❝What are you— twelve? I couldn’t care less whether you were the King of the walls or a lowly beggar. Speaking of lowly, if you want me to bow down and worship you, your current behavior isn’t exactly helping your case. I’ll ask you again— are you lost?❞

Perhaps picking fights with a stranger, who, while shorter than he, appeared far more confident and perhaps even threatening to the male, was not the most intelligent of decisions the boy had made. Without Claude, he was defenceless as a newly-hatched chick.

Being in unfamiliar territory meant he would have to cooperate with the locals, regardless of their status or if they were going to assist him in his cause to "have" Ciel Phantomhive. If Claude, however, wasn't here, he doubted his rival and that damned butler of his would be anywhere near this strange world. Nothing seemed familiar, and if he wanted to survive, he needed to figure out just how he would get home. He wasn't about to stay here for longer than necessary. Although childish, he was aware that acting like a fool would gain him no followers, and no way home. Work was not done, and he had no reason to be here. He heaved a sigh and cast his gaze away from the shorter female standing before him. Attempting to be 'kind' to such commoners and strangers would prove to be quite the challenge. He was not one to think about the health and concerns of others, after all. But perhaps this new chance to 'influence' others to his cause would prove to be...fun.

"Of course I'm bloody lost." He snapped, pride completely lost with the simple statement. Admitting the truth was certainly hard, it would take practice to treat the other with any bit of 'respect'. "Where the hell is this? I've never seen anything like this in England." Was he in a foreign country? Everything appeared strange, and it was merely worse that he was alone. No familiarity, whatsoever. While he was still bitter over the other's treatment of him, he wasn't sure what he expected. Most people were particularly cruel to him, especially due to his treatment of others. Claude was often around to shield him from the world that would otherwise scorn him. He was once protected, even if his attitude and habits of cruelty got him into the worst of troubles.

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[ I took a quick break yesterday in order to regain my muse and rest up. Thanks to that, I feel much more refreshed and ready to roleplay.

Using a thread tracker, I’ve managed to organize all my RP’s for easy access, and I shouldn’t lose them anymore! I have a terrible memory...

I may do another starter call today, as I’ve noticed I don’t have that many roleplays. As usual, this is non-mutual-- anyone can get a really terrible starter from me.

If you need anything, pop in my ask box! ]

-- Aces

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Transparent Alois Trancy for your blog! ❀

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} Lurking

[ Today’s been a pretty long day and it’s barely begun. I’ll probably respond to roleplays later on, or at least try to. Not enough muse to really muster the strength to currently.

If any of you want to strike up a conversation, feel free to pop into my ask.

Sorry for the slow responses, it’s been a really hard week. ]

-- Aces

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"It's bad enough." Ciel rolls his eyes, looking at the needle sticking into his hand. He didn't like this in the slightest. { Hullooooo uvu ♥ }

{ ❧ } “Learn to be more careful, then.” Alois scowled, internally berating himself for his words. What did he care for the other, after all? Their relationship was an uneasy one at best, and their vows were not forgotten by the blonde.

He would have Ciel Phantomhive, no matter the consequences tied in.

For now, however, the boy merely gave one of his arrogant smiles and attempted to rest his hand on the other’s head. “You look so weak like this, Ciel. Like a little baby.” He teased, finding the other’s weakened state rather amusing to him.

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namxiism:

                      “for someone who claims to be looking for amusement, as you say, you seem quite intimidated; am I wrong?” oh, how he enjoyed that game of his: to frighten little mice who were reckless enough to sneak into his den & play with them until he got bored. that child, though, seemed to be offering a lot more fun than the Phantomhive heir, who refused to any unnecessary interaction with the mortician. an actual pity.

                        “i have made several coffins suitable for earl Phantomhive, but unluckily he hasn’t come; what do you say, earl, do you want to try them? you might find the right one for you.” quite smart of the Phantomhive brat, to avoid straightly to visit the undertaker unless he needed otherwise. the blond-haired earl, out of ignorance or out of boredom, hadn’t shown to be as smart as the other. 

                         “you can tell it to that amusing butler of yours, too. isn’t he with his master today?”

{ ❧ } Perhaps wandering into the other's shop had been a mistake. Although arrogant, Alois was not foolish enough to take the other lightly. He breathed out shakily, eyeing the Undertaker with a look torn between curiosity and fear. "I am not intimidated." The other lied, blue gaze locked on the mortician. Admitting such a weakness would result in nothing good, the blonde knew it.

The Earl quickly shook his head, heart skipping a beat at the offer. Even the mere thought of his death was enough to send him reeling with absolute terror. "Don't disrespect me by offering something like that. Do you take me for a fool?" He had no intention of 'trying out' these coffins the other had created in preparation for Ciel's death. Utterly despicable; he was not ignorant of what dangers lay in wait speaking with such a strange creature.

"Claude is not with me today." That foolish butler was nowhere to be seen, much to Alois' annoyance.

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“This is torture…”

{ ❧ }“Torture, Ciel?” The blue-eyed male’s eyes softened considerably, whether with pity or amusement. “I don’t think you quite know what ‘torture’ is.” Hospitals served to be a place of discomfort for all, even Alois feared them. However, ‘torture’ was a stretch.

He offered a quiet sigh, resting his hand on the bedside table as he pondered just what to say to the other. The boy didn’t wish to comfort his dreaded companion, even taking pleasure in seeing the other so weak and defenceless. 

“Surely you must be joking. This isn’t that bad, now is it?”

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“This is torture…” ”They said it’d only take one operation… but I’m still here and that was three years ago.” ”Welcome, you’re never going to see daylight again.” “I just want to get out. I don’t care whether I’m better or not.” “How do I know you’re real?” “What have they done to me?!” ”What have they done to you?!” “I want this to stop! I want to go home!” “Sit still and count to ten, it will all be over soon…” “Take your medicine and you’ll feel better, I promise.” ”I don’t think the ‘cure’ they keep talking about exists… I think we’re doomed.” ”Now, look at me and stay calm. This’ll only hurt a bit.” ”Why are you strapped to this fucking bed?! What are they doing to you?!” ”Look at me. Can you tell me how many fingers I’m holding up?” ”I thought so, you definitely need more surgery.” ”We’re just very curious… and you won’t live to see another day anyway, so you might as well give it a shot.” ”Something went wrong… I think you’re blind.” ”There are rumours going around that you’re next.” ”If I’d known this was what I was signing up for, I would’ve rather died at home.” ”So, how long have you been here for?” ”For this treatment you’ll need to undress first.” ”Why don’t you just let me go? We both know there’s no cure for this.” ”Open up wide and let me look inside.” ”I’m not going to lie, this will hurt a lot, but it’s the only way to help you.” ”You almost didn’t make it… but I saved your life.” ”Look at the light. Ah, I see… I think I’ll need to do something about that look in your eyes.” ”No, anaesthetics won’t work on you, that’s why I don’t use them. I’m very sorry about that.” ”Let me see what happens when I do this….” ”Can you handle more? I really want to try something else…” ”Maybe you’ll have visitors next week.” ”What happened to your arm? What did they do this time?” ”Oh my god! I can’t even look at you… What happened?!” “They say I’m in here because I’m crazy, I think I’m crazy because I’m in here.”

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[ I got all the responses I owed (I really hate this word) out of the way, and now I’ll be lurking. As usual, feel free to send in a few memes or just stop by to chat! 

Don’t mind me. u-u ]

- Aces

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Alois Trancy was known for being unpredictably cheerful, much to the chagrin of many of his servants, and especially his butler, Claude Faustus. However, this had prompted a gallivanting through the streets of London, a rare occasion to the young blonde.

Often stuck in his own, ignorant world, the Earl paid little mind to his surroundings or the people that merely stared as he strode past, beaming and, at times, murmuring senselessly to himself. It was, however, amusing to hear the snippets of conversation, claiming him to be ‘possessed’ or just plain ‘insane’. 

The opinions of commoners mattered very little to him.

As the day began to cool, however, and night settled in, the child found himself failing to discover just where his butler had run off to. Any attempts to bring the demon to his side resulted in nothing. The darkened alleyways and streets of London posed to be quite a fearsome place, especially to the lone nobleman. 

“...Claude? Where are you, you worthless butler...” 

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namxiism:

                       “hi~hi. it seems like earls are getting every day more impatient.” though there’s something that must be said: Undertaker was accustomed to welcome another earl in his so-called, absolutely gruesome shop. the Trancy one wasn’t really who he would have expected, but to give each other the amusement they were craving for, he would suffice. 

                        “how can I me of service, Earl?” unnecessary, and yet definitely amusing - at least for him - irony was what escaped the mortician’s grinning lips. he informed no other earl than the Phantomhive one, because of many reasons that couldn’t be explained with just a few words, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t allowed to play with the blondie. 

                         silently stepping forward, coming out from the pitch black darkness which resided in the corners of the room, the former grim reaper unsuspicious human undertaker took his seat behind the writing desk, to face the young boy. 

{ ❧ } The child appeared to bristle at the other man's initial greeting. Alois was not one to hold his tongue, however the other truly did make him highly uncomfortable, if not fearful. He had a sense of dread, knowing full well there may be consequences to snapping at the other.

"Service?" He muttered, shamefully averting his eyes from the so-called human out of discomfort. "I require nothing from the likes of you." Though bitter, the words had a wavering effect; unlike Earl Phantomhive, Alois could not claim to be nearly as composed, especially around such creatures as the one sitting before him. Demons were one thing, but Undertaker was something far more eerie, more off-putting.

After a small bout of silence, the child spoke again. "I'm merely looking for amusement." Why he had chosen the other as his target of entertainment was still something the Earl hadn't quite grasped. It was a foolish move, for certain. Perhaps the child's incessant need for attention and interaction had influenced him far more than he realized.

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wonder-and-underland:

“I’m not suppose to be anyone.” Alice crossed her arms, cobalt eyes narrowing at his unwelcoming stature.The young netherling looked him over curiously, wondering why he was so.. pompous. 

“I’m Alice. And who are you?”

{ ❧ } The blonde hesitated, keeping his piercing blue eyes on the other. "Alois Trancy." He began lowly, voice as sharp as a blade's edge. "Earl of the Trancy Estate." The child gave a slight grin, arrogance thinly veiled behind the sudden cheerfulness.

"I don't waste my time on people as unimportant as you. You should learn your place."

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lxonharts:

Annie let out a frustrated sigh as she strolled through the cobblestone streets of the inner city. She knew the Military Police Brigade was lazy and corrupt beyond all belief, but she hadn’t expected to be the one their errands got shoved on. Her day, or life in general, hadn’t been going so well lately. For whatever reason, her possibly literal partners-in-crime Bertholdt and Reiner had left her behind, deciding to go against the plan and join the Survey Corps instead. She had lost mostly all contact with them after that, but hey, it’s whatever. She had to continue, no matter what. No matter if even her own comrades deserted her, as long as her father was still on her side. She only wished she knew why. And now, whatever talents Annie had were being sufficiently wasted as she was forced into doing everyone’s dirty work. At least the inner city looked nice, although it was to be expected considering this was where they basically grew rich people. 

Annie had apparently been paying much more attention to the intricate designs on the finely-constructed buildings and whatnot than she had been to the road, because she slammed right into a boy who didn’t seem too much younger than herself. She was about to just walk past him and ignore whatever he might’ve had to say about the situation, but something stopped her. Call it intuition, an educated guess, or whatever, but he looked sufficiently lost. He didn’t seem to be that old, either. A lost child, maybe? She couldn’t tell. Either way, it wouldn’t hurt to check. It’s not like she was on a deadline or letting people die or anything, seeing as how her “work” just involved getting pastries, drinks, and some other supplies so they could “party”. They had promised her an invitation if she went and did what they asked, but she couldn’t have cared less. They were probably lying to her about the invitation anyway, despite her high status ( most of them saw her as being “cool” and “mysterious” ), and she just wanted to get this over with. She might as well waste some time with a random stranger. Letting her features relax a little as she was most likely talking to someone younger than herself, she decided to speak to him first before this got awkward.

❝Sorry for bumping into you— call it an educated guess, but are you lost?❞

The blonde Earl's eyes scanned his surroundings, though he obviously hadn't been paying much attention to the people around him. After all, they were mere distractions to the other, who happened to be more concerned over the fact he was somewhere he had never seen, or imagined, before. Perhaps it were a mere dream, and Claude would be waking him up shortly with a nice cup of tea, breakfast, and his stupid apathetic face. For now, it was a test of endurance and patience for the easily-aggravated boy.

At the sudden contact of another, the male cringed away and scowled; his blue eyes narrowed into a hateful stare. Whether it were a dream or reality, Alois despised being interrupted by those he didn't know. Strangers didn't deserve his time, especially one such as the female standing before him. Didn't she know who he was? If it were a dream, surely she would have. Yet, she treated him like a mere child. He heaved a sigh, standing tall and stoic, his lips creased into the smallest of snarls.

"Lost?" He was not a mere child; an Earl, head of a high-standing household, surely he was not to be treated as if he were an ignorant young kid. Although, despite his silent claims, he was truly lost. This city, if that was what it was, did not look familiar in the least. He certainly wasn't anywhere near his estate. Nonetheless, pride held precedence over any sort of show of weakness. He wasn't about to admit that he was lost, not he; Alois Trancy, head of the Trancy estate, refused to look like a child before this older female. Ironically, however, he often portrayed himself as childish, immature, and even unsophisticated. "I'm not that pathetic. Don't think so lowly of me-- do you even know who I am?" His hand rested on his hip, tongue poking out in an obscene gesture that displayed nothing but his age. Inappropriate, perhaps. But disrespectful, as well. He had no reason to respect this stranger, and would treat her just as he saw fit, which often was rude and crass.

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{ ❧ } Running into the enigmatic mortician was not part of the young Earl’s plans. A quick stroll around the streets, populated by commoners and folks of many sorts, had left the blonde craving company of a different type.

“I certainly hope you can provide some entertainment...” 

Alois muttered under his breath, resting his elbows on the counter. He cast his gaze around the dark surroundings, searching for any sign of the mysterious so-called ‘person’. 

It was true, the boy selfishly craved attention from others. Things had gotten progressively worse after he had ‘lost’ his butler, much to his fears. Claude was still nowhere to be seen, and it was a wonder that he was able to continue to pursue his final goal.

“Pitiful...” He grumbled, drumming his fingers on the counter. “Just where are you?”