And, with what could have been just a whisper of the wind, Sebastian was beside him. The butler stood tall and straight as ever, in the black suit befitting a 19th century servant. The breeze sifted through the dark hair framing his face. He remained expressionless while straightening his white gloves. His interest in the blond man seemed pleasant and professional, nothing more.
Sebastian regarded the man in front of him with a solemn expression. He was not accustomed to being refused, so if Jane had called him out here to do that he would be rather displeased. Still, it was an uncanny circumstance that had forced his hand to begin with, so he had known the risks involved with giving such an open choice. When he offered himself to other masters, usually the alternative was death.
"I want Red John. You said you could help me do that." He kept his hands in his pockets, and the wind picked up just slightly, making his shirt collar blow open just a bit more.
His voice, on the other hand, took on a harder edge. "Will's never been the question. But I continually find myself with inadequate resources." This was a partial dig on CBI, because for all their searching and sleuthing, they were really no closer to catching Red John than the man in the moon. What things they did offer Jane were often kneecapped by their obligation to the legal system.
"Then I can be of great service to you, Mr. Jane. But you must realise that I exist as a tool. Or a knight, if you will, in a game of chess in which you and Red John are the players. But with me, you no longer need to follow the rules."
Sebastian smiled. "If you accept my offer, you only need to give me orders and I will obey. You will be my master, and I, your loyal servant."
He looked at Sebastion in those odd red eyes of his, completely resolute. "I accept your offer. Whatever it takes."
There was a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth at the master/servant talk, but not for the normal reasons. He had spent the last five or six years at CBI, under the pretense of being their tool, their weapon. In reality, all that was an illusion, but one he was tired of maintaining; he didn't want to pretend to be the servant anymore, he wanted to drop the curtain and reveal himself for the power player he really was. Since Sebastian seemed keen, or enthused even, Jane was all too happy to agree. Finally, he'd be King instead of pretending to be a pawn.
Sebastian's smile widened, and for a moment his eyes seemed to take on a slit-pupiled, feline quality... or perhaps it was just a trick of the light. What was obvious was his delight at the acceptance.
"As you wish, Mr. Jane. Shall we shake on it?"
ooc: Does Jane want a nifty-looking demon mark to appear on him? It makes it so that Sebastian can come to his meal master when he's called, no matter how far apart they are. The closer it is to the eye, the faster Sebastian'll be able to find him. It's all kind of a subconscious decision where it will appear, so that's up to you and where you think Jane would choose to put it. There is a reason Ciel wears an eye patch, yo. I think technically they could carry on without it, but I thought it'd be a nice touch. RATIONALIZE THAT ONE, JANE
Muahahaha, as you wish~demon_andbutlerJuly 14 2010, 08:41:39 UTC
Jane was, perhaps, lucky in one regard; Sebastian's demon mark was on his left hand, but it was proper to shake with his right, and so Jane would be spared the sight. When Jane offered his hand, Sebastian -- in what might have seemed like a gross violation of every prim and proper mannerism he possessed -- put his fingers in his mouth, one after the other. He caught the top of each gloved finger between his teeth and tugged lightly, pulling them until the glove was loosened enough to remove. The hand revealed beneath was slender and effeminate, the fingers long and smooth like ivory, but fingernails black as tar
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It was at that moment Jane felt something might be off. A gut feeling, one might say. Something deep within him told him not to do this, but before he had the chance to really think about it, Sebastian was grabbing his hand and there was a burning fire on his skin. Jane hissed, but it was gone almost as quickly as it came, and he thought maybe it was one of those tricks of the mind- he expected something ominous, so his mind projected it. Psychosomatic.
Jane rubbed his chest absently and looked down at Sebastian kneeling before him. Normally he'd get a childish thrill out of all the formality, but since he was so focused on his task, it was something he wasn't in the mood for.
"Get up. We have work to do." He was already walking back the way he came from, jamming his hand into his pocket and squinting against the dust that was suddenly blowing in every direction.
Today I walked into Barnes & Noble, saw Jane's face on a magazine, and got all evil grin-y. Fact.demon_andbutlerJuly 15 2010, 04:53:27 UTC
"Yes, sir." In an instant he was back on his feet, following after Jane like a proper servant, or perhaps a loyal dog. He returned his hand to his glove, straightened the cuff and dropped his hands to his sides. The wind tugged at his long bangs and his coattails. He felt a warm thrill at this moment: to be collared again, to follow as if led by a chain. He'd spent months lost, waiting to be called for by a young earl. But unattended dogs could be claimed, and just as easily grow used to a new master.
Ciel would be furious if he knew. He had never been good with sharing.
"What is my name, master?" he asked, as if inquiring about the time. "You may call me anything you wish."
Perhaps this would teach spoiled little boys not to be so careless with their pets.
!! what is Simon gracing the cover of?clearlythatsmeJuly 15 2010, 04:57:46 UTC
Jane actually raised an eyebrow. There was a slight tinge of humor in his voice. "I know you as Sebastian; don't tell me I have to re-name you now." He spied his car several hundred yards off, and played with the keys in his pocket. "You don't have to call me master, though, as much as I'd love to hear you say that in front of Lisbon or Cho."
Oi, I don't remember. ;_; But he was looking fine!demon_andbutlerJuly 15 2010, 17:29:41 UTC
He smirked. He was never particularly attached to any of the names he was given, but he had suspected Jane would stick with Sebastian for convenience's sake. "As you wish, sir. Sebastian I will remain."
It was due to the same reason that he wouldn't change form to whatever Jane desired most. Given his overall skepticism, Sebastian doubted he would appreciate the switch.
As he tends to do!clearlythatsmeJuly 15 2010, 19:41:15 UTC
"Just Jane," he said absently, as they approached the car. He unlocked the doors and slid into the driver's seat.
"If you need access to the case files, I can get them to you. Otherwise, I'm taking you to a piece of evidence he left me, so you can do your thing." He wasn't going to imply supernatural powers; it was immaterial to him at this point whether Red John went down by germ warfare, classic sleuthing, or a lucky shot.
"You called for me, Mr. Jane?"
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"Your offer. I've made a decision."
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Sebastian regarded the man in front of him with a solemn expression. He was not accustomed to being refused, so if Jane had called him out here to do that he would be rather displeased. Still, it was an uncanny circumstance that had forced his hand to begin with, so he had known the risks involved with giving such an open choice. When he offered himself to other masters, usually the alternative was death.
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Sebastian's voice, smooth like silk, carried with the wind to Jane's ear.
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Sebastian smiled. "If you accept my offer, you only need to give me orders and I will obey. You will be my master, and I, your loyal servant."
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He looked at Sebastion in those odd red eyes of his, completely resolute. "I accept your offer. Whatever it takes."
There was a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth at the master/servant talk, but not for the normal reasons. He had spent the last five or six years at CBI, under the pretense of being their tool, their weapon. In reality, all that was an illusion, but one he was tired of maintaining; he didn't want to pretend to be the servant anymore, he wanted to drop the curtain and reveal himself for the power player he really was. Since Sebastian seemed keen, or enthused even, Jane was all too happy to agree. Finally, he'd be King instead of pretending to be a pawn.
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"As you wish, Mr. Jane. Shall we shake on it?"
ooc: Does Jane want a nifty-looking demon mark to appear on him? It makes it so that Sebastian can come to his meal master when he's called, no matter how far apart they are. The closer it is to the eye, the faster Sebastian'll be able to find him. It's all kind of a subconscious decision where it will appear, so that's up to you and where you think Jane would choose to put it. There is a reason Ciel wears an eye patch, yo. I think technically they could carry on without it, but I thought it'd be a nice touch. RATIONALIZE THAT ONE, JANE
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He extended his hand. "What, no contracts in blood?" It was a joke, sort of.
ooc: omg YES PUT IT OVER HIS HEART
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Jane rubbed his chest absently and looked down at Sebastian kneeling before him. Normally he'd get a childish thrill out of all the formality, but since he was so focused on his task, it was something he wasn't in the mood for.
"Get up. We have work to do." He was already walking back the way he came from, jamming his hand into his pocket and squinting against the dust that was suddenly blowing in every direction.
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Ciel would be furious if he knew. He had never been good with sharing.
"What is my name, master?" he asked, as if inquiring about the time. "You may call me anything you wish."
Perhaps this would teach spoiled little boys not to be so careless with their pets.
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It was due to the same reason that he wouldn't change form to whatever Jane desired most. Given his overall skepticism, Sebastian doubted he would appreciate the switch.
"I see. 'Mr. Jane' will suffice then, I assume."
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"If you need access to the case files, I can get them to you. Otherwise, I'm taking you to a piece of evidence he left me, so you can do your thing." He wasn't going to imply supernatural powers; it was immaterial to him at this point whether Red John went down by germ warfare, classic sleuthing, or a lucky shot.
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