To join this circus, all you have to do is die.
Who: Sebastian (demon_andbutler) and Joker (circus_bones), closed
When: November 26th, nighttime.
Where: Joker's tent.
Format: Paragraph?
What: Sebastian thinks he and Joker need to do some negotiating, as each knows some potentially dangerous information about the other. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately!), there's enchanted wine and food.
Warnings: Sebastian has lived a very long time and has never been drunk. So. That's kind of a warning in itself, isn't it?
Joker's tent was easy enough to find. Posters were up all over Anatole advertising the show, along with the call for auditions. Interesting that a human could be taken from his native environment, thrust into a new and strange situation, and still perform the same unchanged rigamarole.
Or, in Joker's case, a sad little circus.
It wasn't that Sebastian had anything particularly against Joker. But he didn't have anything particularly for him, either. And, in Anatole, separated from his master, Sebastian needed to make sure that in the event of Ciel's arrival, his master's reputation would be firmly intact and the name of Phantomhive untarnished.
Sebastian's identity as a demon, one who would follow his master's orders even to the point of grisly murder, should not become common knowledge. In the same turn, Sebastian knew Joker had a secret of his own he would like to keep. Perhaps Sebastian was just a creature of habit, but he thought it might be possible to square away a deal here.
And so, he approached Joker's tent. A damp breeze tugged the long strands of his fringe and fluttered out his coattails behind him. Only the light sound of his shoes hitting the ground might alert Joker to his presence.
When: November 26th, nighttime.
Where: Joker's tent.
Format: Paragraph?
What: Sebastian thinks he and Joker need to do some negotiating, as each knows some potentially dangerous information about the other. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately!), there's enchanted wine and food.
Warnings: Sebastian has lived a very long time and has never been drunk. So. That's kind of a warning in itself, isn't it?
Joker's tent was easy enough to find. Posters were up all over Anatole advertising the show, along with the call for auditions. Interesting that a human could be taken from his native environment, thrust into a new and strange situation, and still perform the same unchanged rigamarole.
Or, in Joker's case, a sad little circus.
It wasn't that Sebastian had anything particularly against Joker. But he didn't have anything particularly for him, either. And, in Anatole, separated from his master, Sebastian needed to make sure that in the event of Ciel's arrival, his master's reputation would be firmly intact and the name of Phantomhive untarnished.
Sebastian's identity as a demon, one who would follow his master's orders even to the point of grisly murder, should not become common knowledge. In the same turn, Sebastian knew Joker had a secret of his own he would like to keep. Perhaps Sebastian was just a creature of habit, but he thought it might be possible to square away a deal here.
And so, he approached Joker's tent. A damp breeze tugged the long strands of his fringe and fluttered out his coattails behind him. Only the light sound of his shoes hitting the ground might alert Joker to his presence.