["...and you will see that a mansion stands here. It was built before you arrived, though you do have a familiar face. Have we met before? Ah, never mind. If you will look over here -"

One of the tour guides is rattling on and on for Ciel's "benefit". He, however, is oh so close to losing his temper. When the tour guide points out his roses, ( Read more... )

Leave the harpies alone unless you are especially skilled with aerial attacks.

[He sighs and ends the feed.]

[Ciel is sitting at his desk, writing in long fluid strokes. While he does look better, there is something...off about him. Perhaps it's the way he's shifting in his seat or perhaps it has something to do with the tight, angry expression on his face. Whatever it is, the Earl is unnerved ( Read more... )

[Ciel has been working too hard as of late. His trips back and forth to the makeshift factory/store for Funtom and his mansion have taken their toll. This morning, he is up early, wrapped in a blanket. His cheeks are a bit flushed, hinting that he might be feverish.]

Sebastian! Tsubaki! [His voice is pathetically hoarse.] Tea.

[He burrows ( Read more... )

I have no need for sports. [Other than Chess, that is. Can that be called a sport, though?] Yet I have this strange desire to...play.

Perhaps Fencing will appease me.

[His voice is thoughtful, almost as if he can't believe he is saying these words.]

Find me a suitable partner, Sebastian, or Fence with me yourself.

...this again?

[He closes his eyes in aggravation.]

I have no desire to speak to anyone. Do you hear that, Sebastian? Keep the bloody visitors outside.

[If only life were that easy. 4th wall me, bbs. I don't mind multiples of Ciel, but he likely won't be kind to you. A brat has to have his territory, after all.]

[Surprise, Poly. Ciel is an adult. And he looks displeased.]

I thought I would be taller.

[Sighing, the Earl presses his lips together.]

Who else has been affected by this blasted curse?

What happened to your gloves?

[OOC: Backdated to the 16th. I lost a day somewhere. @.@]

What a pointless day.

[There is a lengthy pause before he starts writing again.]

I can only imagine how she would react to this change in scenery. [He doesn't think about Elizabeth terribly often, but it's hard not to when the city transforms itself into such a girlish paradise.] It's best that she's not here. I'm certain I would hurt her ( Read more... )

[This entry starts with a gunshot.]

Tch.

[Ciel squares his stance and cocks his pistol again. The weapon itself is quite old looking but, for the earl, it is considered "new technology". Then again, a pistol is a pistol. Ciel is proud of his fine example of Victorian weaponry ( Read more... )