[Sebastian is not taking a liking to his new surroundings that he had awaken to at the beginning of the week; No, it was rather annoying and troublesome. Anyways, the Animus seemed to at least allow him to stay in the same building as his young master that was nice of them.

The butler could be seen with an apron on, gloved hands sliding on oven ( Read more... )

[Sebastian is nowhere in sight, but his PCD feed soon clicks on and a television is placed directly infront of the screen and flickers to life as a scene unfolds.

A disfigured and ugly man rips the front of Sebastian's dress shirt open.]

How beautiful.....

[The scene then reveals an private investigator of sorts with a Victorian top hat and cloak on, ( Read more... )

[The post starts with the camera on the PCD out of focus, Sebastian is wearing an apron but there is something rather interesting splattered on it, blood. As the lens starts to focus in, the butler is seen at the kitchen counter, a large butcher knife in hand as he brings it down, with such agility and grace as he chops the pieces of meat up into ( Read more... )

[The PCD seemed to be moving, starring directly forward and shifting between the night's slightly cloud, but rather bright mooned sky to the rubble land of Adstringendum. Finally, something, no; someone comes into view, though they look rather groggy and almost as if they were beat up. Well, well, well, it was Sebastian, and his black suit was ( Read more... )

[And here was the butler once again, today he was standing in the grand hallway of Whipstaff Manor, looking out the stain glass windows in front doorway which his hands behind his back. He stood there in silence for a minute before slowly giving off a chuckle to himself, a hand running towards his head and brushing the tendrils of his black hair ( Read more... )

[Sebastian was sitting in his newly renovated study, but wait a second; everything looked exactly the same, hell even the desk he threw out the window was sitting before him again! Strange, but then again anything was strange when it came to the butler. Sebastian was looking out the open window, his back turned from the PCD and his hands folded ( Read more... )

[Sebastian was a wreck, or so it would seem from the state of his personal study that he allowed no one in without his being there. Books were scattered across the floor and his comfortable arm chair was knocked over, and Sebastian was pacing, back and forth, back and forth. Something was obviously on his mind and he didn't seem in the mood to talk ( Read more... )

[Sebastian was sweeping up some broken glass in the grand hallway of Whipstaff Manor, along with picking up some pieces of wood from broken cabinetry here and there. Throwing it all in the nearby garbage can, the butler gave off a sigh as he cupped his chin, thinking to himself.]

This Animus has made a rather fine mess of the manor, I cannot say ( Read more... )

[Sebastian wasn't in the mood today; he didn't get much sleep last night and he was in a cranky mood, and now what was he faced with? Well, for starters, he was in the back shed, where of course, the most sharp inanimate objects were kept. Little did he know that they were all alive and not to mention seemed angry.

The axe was the first to strike, ( Read more... )

[And here was Sebastian, sitting on the floor with his legs crossed and in a room of Whipstaff Manor. Except, this room didn't look like all the others, this room was different, WAY different. The normally Victorian and lavish rooms in the manor were nothing like this one, no, this one was zebra stripped with assortments of large cats, then on the ( Read more... )