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Nevermore Tasks 007

Good morning, Astringendum, [It's early in the morning, around seven-thirty a.m. Sebastian's already up, even though he never went to sleep.]

Mister Alphonse Elric, I trust you fare well. Are preparations in order? I am inclined to offer any help I can to set up your upcoming party.

Finnian! I do hope you aren't sleeping in. Duties began an hour ago. Please be careful, but I am asking you to set the dinning table for breakfast. I will join you shortly after rousing our young lord.

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Nevermore Tasks 006

[A charming smile. Sebastian's standing behind a long table, in a quiet location somewhere near the Phantomhive Estate. It's near, but not quite there, as his young master prefers his privacy.

Gloved fingers spread, as if offering the table a look over. Deserts, fresh bread, tarts, cremes, and other pieces of temptations liter the table. The cloth is pristine white, each plate covered in whatever the free samples were asked for. Of course, he's taken the initative per his master's orders, and prepared extra in case a passerbyer makes their presence known]

Good day, Astringendum. I trust you fare well. Your free samples are ready, along with a freshly prepared tea to go with it, if you like. My young master, Earl Ciel Phantomhive, invites you to sit and relax, enjoying each and every Phantomhive Specialties. If you didn't have time to place an order, there are other free samples you may try.

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Nevermore Tasks 005

Good afternoon, Astringendum,

It seems the rain has calmed a little, but I wonder how long. It should do well for the gardens in general. I've taken the liberaty of starting a small one in the back of the manor with what few seeds I've taken from the vegetables I've served the young master --rather few--, though not knowing the fertility of the soil, I'm not quite sure exactly how it will fare. [Not that he can't just cheat and will them to grow anyways. He's merely trying to start up a conversation.

He settles more feed into the owl feeder, but doesn't give it any treats. That's Ciel's job to pamper his own pet. It doesn't seem to like him as much as Ciel anyways. He picks up a package under his arm and makes his way out of the manor. Clearly there are signs of walking]

Do the seasons fit in normal standards? April showers bring May flowers, is the term I refer to, but is it similar here in the terms of seasons and weather?

[He stops, unwrapping the package of meat, smiling pleasantly. He sets it down on the ground rather close to a small opening somewhere, waiting patiently until the Yodare show up. He doesn't move even when they descend like pirranas upon the meat. Gloved fingers outstretch to lean down to pet one. Hopefully this time it'll work.

Unfortunately, it does not, and his hand is quick to snatch away from teeth, leaping out of harms way into a tree, and then off onto a building. He sighs, as if displeased] Ah, failed attempt four hundred and thirty nine.

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Nevermore Tasks 004

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.

I hope I am not imposing on your evening, but it seems I have quite a bit of rabbit left over and I seem to have prepared a little too much. [Yes, a little being fifteen extra that were salvaged from the fire, still clean and able to be eaten]

[Behind him is a spread of cooked rabbit, prepared just for his lord on the table, along with some veggies to adorn it, a tender sauce for the meat served only at the exact beginning of the meal. It'll be surprisingly still hot whenever his young lord decides he's ready to eat. Giving a quick look at his pocket watch, it'll be any minute now]

I have prepared in the same manner a few more rabbits, seeing as more than enough were cooked. If anyone would like them, I would be willing to trade for anything -- as not to deplete the current minimal stock here. Some vegetables perhaps, or bread. Anything you can spare.

Oh, and Miss Unohana, I would like for you to check up upon my young lord when possible. I will not discuss the details publicly. Thank you. I will save a little rabbit for you, if you like for your services.

Mister Negi, how is Taro? Would you like some rabbit?

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Nevermore Tasks 003 -- [Video]

[He looks down for a moment, having brought up the PCD to make a short video call, but unfortunately it's still on, his attention distracted. Odd squeaking -no something else-- is coming from the basement. Sebastian's footfalls are loudly heard, the view of the PCD swaying back and forth as if he's walking with it by his side.

The creak of the door signals its opening, lightly lighting a candelabra to haunt the small space. The only light was the one that would be found at the bottom of the stairs. He hadn't bothered to venture down there, as he assumed his master never would without proper reason. It merely stored a few shelves, empty boxes and things from within the house that he wouldn't need or found not suitable for the house.]

Hello? Pardon me, but you are trespassing on private grounds.

[His eyes widen in faint surprise when a rabbit comes flying from the basement, knifes suddenly in his hand as he launches them towards it, the sharp points impaling easily. There are more, and the PCD is quick to clatter against the stairs, upright enough to watch the butler launch into his defensive posture, volley of silverware flinging to fend off the remaining creatures. They've apparently burrowed in from under the ground. He had been meaning to seal off the cracks in the ground.

Too many, and he's getting annoyed, his hand raising towards the candelabra, those small flickering flames suddenly wider and brighter, consuming the entire basement in flames. He's not worried of the house burning down, as the flames are entirely under his control.

The smoke though, will have to be fanned out of the house. But for now, it burns on, his crimson eyes flickering with the fire light as the bodies stop moving, and the death cries come to a dull, deadly silence]

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Nevermore Tasks 002

Good evening. [This butler is covered from head to toe in that lovely black as usual, though his crimson eyes are rather expecting]

To rather show my appreciate for taking care of my master in my absence, Miss Unohana, do let me know if there is something I can help you with. The same for you,

While there were a few tea leaves in the cupboards here at the Phantomhive Home, I must request assistance in procreating more. [His arms are moving off screen. It seems he's making that tea slowly, already settling the bowling water into the kettle afterwards.

The area behind him is clean, having spent nearly the entire week diligently cleaning and trimming the entire house into suitable, mannerable condition.]

The air is warming up outside, young master. Perhaps a walk would be advised and suggested.

Sasuke. My offer still stands.

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Nevermore Tasks 001 - His Butler, Bound

[It takes him a moment, but the device -- something new to him-- is easily turned to video after amusing himself with it]

Good evening. It seems that I have been placed here rather against my will, and while I find it remotely amusing to be placed in such a predicament, I rather must decline such a generous offer of keeping me.

You see, I must return to where I was. There is the matter of my young master. [He slides open his pocket watch and glances down at it, then clicks it shut] It's most important that I've returned on time.

Oh, pardon me for my rudeness. I am Sebastian Michaelis, butler of the Phantomhive Family. [The "gentleman", though he'd decline even that title, bows lightly, drawn in black from head to toe. The late 1800 English Style butler design adorns his form.

He sighs lightly, looking at his watch once more, as if he heavy burden has been put on his shoulders, and soft replies]

I'm afraid the ham will burn at this rate.

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His Butler, Bored

[Sebastian's ventured out into the Wasteland, staring impassive at a few creatures. He cares not for the odd looking ones, or the fact that his meat stock his low. He's simply bored, dreadfully bored. His master has not returned, and his patience is running thin.

He needs something to do. Without the proper means of electricity within his master's manor, there is no purpose in storing meat. So why then is he blood streaked admist a few creatures, some killer rabbits, others looking feline.

He's bored, dreadfully bored. It's unlike him. He usually doesn't slip into such useless confrontations.

His red eyes turn briefly towards the PCD, lips parted a little generously, graciously

He picks up one rabbit, then another, and one creature, sliding the bloody mess over his shoulder. He'll store the meat within the cold cellar with some snow and ice. Hopefully it'll keep well. The pelts will do nicely to warm the atmosphere]

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His Butler, Enduring

[He feed clicks on. He's not amused at all. The promise of going home is an exciting endevour and half of him hopes Ciel was only a test of many, but why now, even though they post mark it as the two years. Why not on the first year? Why not just slaughter them all]

Not until I see and feel it happen, will I believe such a ridiculous notion.

[He thinks for a moment, pausing. Perhaps he should have something prepared for his young master, should he return. He's less charming than before, clearly bored]

Foolish. Even if set free, are you willing to pay any price needed for it?

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His Butler, Alone

[Monday: 3:26 a.m, the video dated log kicks on to a recording that was shot a few days before hand, his lone figure standing in the snow, staring endlessly at the sky, as if he knew. The feed cuts out.

The water from the damaged snow has dried and actives the feed days later.

Friday, 4:00 a.m., hands move over an area -- obviously a view from his breastpocket-- cleaning the polished desk his master enjoys. Though the seat is empty, and it flickers, now at the window, washing and streak shining it brightly to allow all the light in. The feed times out.

7:15 a.m, hands slide over sheets upon the bed, even though no one has slept in them for days, he's already changing them.

11:29 a.m, only sound this time, the rest blanketed by the darkness of his pocket, though the steady stream of violin music is heard.]

You'll fall behind at this rate.

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2:48 pm, only footsteps, then a clicking noise as his fabled pocketwatch snaps shut

5:32 pm, the PCD rests on the desk, giving a clear view of the dinning room. The house provides no warmth or electricity, clear by the empty fireplace and the lack of a single light. The food upon the table has gone cold, though the butler remains with candelabra in hand, eyes closed, standing every vigilant by his master's chair

10:27 p.m, he's outside again, having been there for nearly an hour and thirty minutes. The snow falls around him, blanketing his shoulders in the blizzard. He's barely seen from the angle and the rough snow, coat tails flicking against his legs from the strong gusts. Every now and then he'll move to brush it off his form]

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His Butler, Truthful?! 003

Young master, your breakfast will be ready shortly. Please tell me, what was the final agreement upon you and Sir Hellsing? Should preparations be under way?

Even if you have a small crus- [His voice abruptly stops, his contracting getting the way of telling the truth, merely because it might ruin said reputation] Hmm, what I meant to say is, why do you persist in living alone? A proper gentleman would invite a Lady of her quality to stay in their abode during the cold.

But you wouldn't know that, would you? I seem to have not informed you of her whereabouts. The vampire has been seen floating in and out of the cinema. I assume she is there as well. [His lips crease] Oh my, forgive me, young master. It seems I cannot hold my tongue.

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His Butler, Anew 002

[The video clicks on, his hand revealing his fabeled pocket watch. It's almost time for Ciel to get up. He clicks it shut, resting it back in his pocket, and with a smooth glide across the room, he lights the nearest candle. There's no electricity within the place they now reside in, though he's very much use to that.

It feels almost old, as if the routine had done it plenty of times before. Sebastian doesn't stall with the ingredients collected. Breakfast is made, swiftly] Christmas Morning, is it? While Mister Elric has evicted me from his manor, I found myself in a strange ball seemingly over night, and now upon "awakening" this morning, my immediate surroundings have changed once more.

Ah, but enough of my intrigued thoughts. It is time for the young master to awaken himself. I have a feeling today will be quite busy.

Current Mood: amused

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His Butler, Lost --Sebastian Michaelis [Video]

Good evening, sir or Madames. If someone could kindly tell me where I am, that would be most appreciative.

You see, I have some urgent business to attend to, and without direction I'm afraid I cannot arrive in time for my master's supper. [He lightly taps the screen] Such an amusing little device. [It took him a little while to figure out the technology, but there was nothing Sebastian couldn't handle after a bit of time]

Oh, pardon me for my rudeness. I am Sebastian Michaelis, butler of the Phantomhive Family. [The "gentleman", though he'd decline even that title, bows lightly, drawn in black from head to toe. The late 1800 English Style butler design adorns his form.]