ƦƐ℣ƐภgƐ ƊƐคʟ [Kuro/Black Butler]

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|Back, sorry!|

Grell sliced a flowerpot in half with his chainsaw and ran as some old lady yelled at him.

[~Soul of the Abyss~]

(( Yay, a Sebastian and a Grell! This is going to be fun. ))

The morning blew through the window of the upstairs bedroom. A chorus of birds accompanied it cold breeze. Ciel Phantomhive groaned at their bittersweet sound. A new morning had finally awaked him.
He slowly forced his eyes open; sleep still glued to the corners of his eyelids. He pulled himself to a comfortable sitting position, yanking at the white silk bed sheets that enclosed him like a cocoon. Ciel never enjoyed mornings. The joy they brought always darken his brittle heart. Rising his arms to his head, Ciel released a small yawn, balling his hands into tight fist. He closed his eyes as he felt the sun's rays pierce his delicate skin.
He opened his eyes once again, this time a tired frown grew across his thin lips. He held no high hopes for this morning. Some bills, financial requests and letters from old acquaintances were all that he expected for the day. It wasn't that he disliked them; he just always found tem such a bore. Being head of the Phantohive Estates always came with a price.
Ciel's ears sharpened with the sounds of approaching footsteps. His frown lightened as he watched the door to his bedroom slightly open. His butler, Sebastian, walked inside the room, a tray of morning tea rested in his hands.
"Today's schedule," Ciel asked, uninterested in the information that would follow. Just another ordinary day at the Phantomhive Manor, Ciel thought to himself.

[pidgey]

"No, I should be fine out here for a while. I don't need anything else!" She said. It really was pointless, wiping her hands off because chances are since it had rained all night, shed find more worms to rescue before they drie out in the sun.

[Alright so Grell and a sneaky OC? Because if Grell is figured out, it would be like a level up from the Jack the Ripper case as there would still be someone doing murders.]

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|Heh. X3|

Grell, after running away from the old lady with a broomstick, decided not to break any more flowerpots. He looked around and thought for a minute. He now wanted to go to see a special someone: Bassie! He waltzed down the street toward Phantomhive manor.

[timaeus Testified]

Alois listened boredly as Claude announced his schedule for the day.

He tilted the cup a bit, letting the last drop of tea fall onto his tongue.

"'That it?" He replied.

It was nothing out of the ordinary, the schedule, that is.

Hunting was fun though. It added a bit of excitement to the day.

[HajiBaby]

"Today Mrs. Haytter has has a schedual with you at 9:30. An intruction on the waltz, and the finer keypoints. At 12, you have lunch with the local nobles, Mr. and Mrs. Woslad. They wish to perhaps engage you into section of their company. At 3, The Hindenburgs have invited you over to their estate to witness a celebration. They request that you dress formally."

Sebastian relayed the days information, setting the tray down and hading his little lord the cup of tea set upon it. "The mornings tea is a full Earl Grey Imperial."



Claude nodded. "Yes." he replied simply, unable to do much more then that. His glasses slid down his nose one again, and he pushed them up with an elegant hand. His hair slid out of place at the gentle action, so he corrected that as well. "Is that all you require, my lord?" Claude asked.



"Of course." William smiled, bowing and then leaving. He went inside, careful to wipe his wet shoes dry before entering the home fully. He put the parasol down by the door, and went to go and clean a section of the house. On his way, he passed by the maid, Elly. He paused, looking up at her as she cleaned the chandelier. "Be sure to get every crystal." he mused, watching her work with his green, blue gaze. "We have company coming. I don't want a thing out of place."

[timaeus Testified]

"I suppose... But I'm bored..." He replied, crossing his legs now.

The blonde looked around quietly, standing up and strolling around the room when he grew tired of that.

[HajiBaby]

Claude nodded, and then took the tray and proceeded to leave. He rolled it out of the room and handed it off to one of the triplets, who quickly made his way back to the kitchen. Claude himself turned and went down the hall in the opposite direction to begin cleaning and such. Its was the same task over and over, but it killed time.

[cryptids.]

Pluto Pluto 2 Pluto 3

Name:
Pluto
"Plu-Plu"

Gender:
Male

Age:
Looks to be about 23

Species:
Demon Hound

Position in Manor?:
Guard Dog

History:
Pluto originally lived in the village of Houndsworth, were he was known for being an evil Devil Dog. In reality though, Pluto was merely a pet for a young woman named Angela. It was asked that the Phantomhive's take in Pluto and teach him to behave better, Ciel only accepting because he knew how much Sebastian hated dogs.
Pluto now lives at the Phantomhive estate, causing all sorts of mischief and trouble for the servants there. But, he does prove his worth from time to time.

Personality:
Pluto is pretty much just a giant happy ball of energy, acting like one would expect a dog to. He is known for being strictly loyal to Sebastian and often gets jealous when he sees the butler giving his attention to someone else, especially cats. Other than the people who live in the Phantomhive estate Pluto isn't overly fond of people.
Pluto does not speak but communicates his feelings through various barks and growls and whines. When he gets overly excited he has a habit of unintentionally reverting to his massive canine form- a large white dog with red eyes and long black claws.

Other:
He doesn't usually wear clothes, unless forced into a suit of some sort.
In both human and dog form he can breathe fire.

(Might make more charries later~ :3)

[~Soul of the Abyss~]

Ciel took the cup from his hand and brought the sweet aroma of the tea to his nose. He pressed the clean chins to his lips and took lips and took a small sip as he listened to Sebastian’s summary of the day's events. The lowered the cup and placed it back of his tray before his next words.
"Prepare the ballroom for Mrs. Haytter’s arrival as well as the courtyard for lunch. I expected that you create an appropriate meal for this afternoon that will fit the likes of both Mr. and Mrs. Woslad. Lay out suitable attire for the party tonight as well. Make sure everything goes as planed today. I wouldn't like any misshapes in front of our guest," Ciel ordered, "Do you understand?" Ciel gazed at his butler with his last question. His large eyes were opened with focus and control.