[The problem with the beach is the change in wardrobe. If Ciel isn't wearing a suit, he tends to regress to looking like a child, no matter what he wears. Though Sebastian's done his best, they've settled on a sailor-like something or other ( Read more... )

It amazes me at times; those of you who will expect this place to defy it's nature.

[Rather than the smirk that usually accompanies these little speeches, he appears completely blank, slowly plucking at the strings of a violin set across his lap. They sound a bit hollow, lethargic.]Is it so easy to forget that everything in this world is temporary ( Read more... )

I challenge you to a rematch.

[Ciel is back, with more bitchy social commentary on the state of world affairs. Bet you missed him! No? ... oh. Whoops.]

It seems this place has a set pattern of events. A cycle, if you will -- one that is only rarely elaborated upon.

[Ciel lifts one ringed finger, as he takes a sip of tea.]One -- a grand reveal of someone previously thought to ( Read more... )

[The silence is broken by a clipped yell and a muffled curse, and the PCD drops to the paving stones of the garden, at night. Ciel Phantomhive -- a small British boy with an eyepatch -- appears to be fighting off a small, fluffy white blur with a cane ( Read more... )

[The skyscrapers are high, creaking, made of rusting metal and prayer. Gloved fingers cling to scaffolding, stripping surfaces crumbling against an iron grip ( Read more... )

( [Private//Unhackable to Hino Rei & Visible to Sebastian] )

[The table the PCD is on is jostled, enough to rattle and cause the video to static. The wallpaper and decor of the room are easily recognizable if one has spoken to Ciel with a video function; it's his bedroom ( Read more... )

[Sorry, guys, if you were hoping for a post of Ciel falling down the stairs, you're not getting it.]

I want to know about the Animus.

Most specifically, what attempts have been made to circumvent, and to fight them?

Keep your curry cravings to yourself.