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.
With this hand he reached to embrace Jane's, his grin growing more serpentine. "My contracts are of a different ilk, Mr. Jane."
When Sebastian touched Jane's hand, Jane would feel a searing pain in the flesh over his heart, as the contract would be sealed, the mark of the demon left upon him, like a brand. The pain would disperse in a moment -- as if that might have been a figment of the imagination as well. Only further inspection would reveal the pentagram, about as large as the heart itself, adorned with seemingly meaningless symbols. The mark of their contract, now binding them together until Jane's death. The demon nearly shuddered with the pleasure of locking himself into such a delicious soul. It was not the young master, but regardless, it was worthy.
Sebastian suddenly let go of Jane's hand and dropped to one knee. One arm slid behind his back, the other resting across his heart. A true genuflection. Head bowed in complete submissive reverence.
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.
"Just Jane," Sebastian repeated. They'd had that exchange once before, but Sebastian had disregarded it. Now he would do as Jane wished.
He had also been avoiding the sleek metal contraptions that operated as cars these days. He'd never been in one himself; although he'd had to track one down once. The Italian gangsters had enjoyed their decadence while the rest of the world clung to horse and carriage. Sebastian sat in the passenger seat, shoulders impossibly straight, and glanced around as Jane spoke. Technology, as Sebastian noticed time and again, did advance rather quickly. Humans were always inventing new and improved methods to kill themselves, and he suspected this was no different. He made no move to fasten a seat belt.
He turned to Jane then, and raised one thin eyebrow. "'My thing?'" Being vague would earn Jane no favours, not in this game.
Jane hesitated before turning on the ignition. Okay, okay, fight the control freak thing, he told himself.
He turned to Sebastian. "Tell me what you need to find him. Unless you don't need me at all, in which case I'll stand back and let you work. My only stipulation in this is that when you find him, I want him alive. Red John is mine." Jane figured it went without saying--to Sebastian of all people--that a heinous, brutal death was in store for Red John.
If Jane told Sebastian to buckle up, he would. As it stood he didn't understood a seat belt's purpose.
"I thought I made this perfectly clear, Jane. You are in control. I am no more than a piece upon your board. You are more than needed; you will be the one making the moves. And the one to claim your checkmate." He smirked knowingly at Jane. He would make no move to stop Jane from killing Red John in the most painful way possible. If ordered, he would help. If not, he would simply stick to the shadows and watch, vastly amused.
what should we do about the passage of time?clearlythatsmeJuly 16 2010, 02:48:15 UTC
That seemed to satisfy him for the time being. Jane buckled up (monkey see, monkey do?) and turned on the car, pulling onto the main highway.
"Red John left me something at the last murder. I have the privilege of going in first, and pocketed it before anyone else saw it. You said you can track people, and I can too. But I can't do it while CBI is breathing down my neck right now. Lisbon suspects I'm keeping something from her."
He stared straight ahead as he spoke, hands gripping the wheel in frustration. Jane wanted to run off on this lead himself, right now, but knew that if he took off and didn't come into work, CBI would follow him and ruin his plans. They'd want to arrest Red John, not butcher him like he deserved.
"I'll tell you where to start looking; it'll be like being in two places at once."
New log? Or just say time has passed in the subject line?demon_andbutlerJuly 16 2010, 04:07:34 UTC
Sebastian watched curiously as Jane buckled up, but made no move to copy the movement. Even a serious accident in this horseless carriage would do nothing to harm him.
He nodded at Jane's instructions to show he understood. "Yes, sir." That was much more direct and to the point. Jane was a fast learner. Sebastian discreetly scanned the landscape as it flew by, just a blur of shapes and colours. This was much closer to the speed he could achieve by running. Humans certainly had come a long way since inventing the wheel.
we can also create a pocket-verse for random tro--tagging on sws >DclearlythatsmeJuly 16 2010, 05:30:31 UTC
It took them close to half an hour, but he finally guided them to a taped-off house in a middle-class neighborhood. The details of the family were unimportant compared to the clue Jane had picked up in the bedroom.
He parked the car and got out, totally disregarding the DO NOT CROSS police tape blocking off the front yard and doorways. "Forensics has already done their thing, so you can touch whatever you like." Jane led the way into the house, which looked perfectly normal until they got to the bedroom, which was a gruesome scene; the mattress was still soaked with blood, there were spatters on the carpet and of course the hallmark smiley face on the far wall.
Murders probably never changed, no matter what era it was.
Sebastian trailed Jane through the crime scene, all the way up to the bedroom without saying a word. Yes, this was a house of death. A reaper had been here not long ago, to review the cinematic record and fill out the paperwork. Luckily whoever it was hadn't lingered. Sebastian did not care to run into a shinigami now, or ever, for that matter.
He showed no outward reaction when stepping into the blood-soaked bedroom, and gave only the briefest sweeping of the room with his eyes. He already had a good idea of how it had been committed just by the splash patterns of crimson; he had spilled enough blood to know. And of course the smiley face. Sebastian tilted his head at it slightly.
An overly sentimental touch. Betraying the murderer as human. No supernatural being would have bothered with such a signature, even as a simple mockery.
I APPROVE THIS MESSAGEclearlythatsmeJuly 19 2010, 04:08:16 UTC
Jane had explained Red John's showmanship and sense of theater so many times he could do it in his sleep. Not like it was hard to figure out, anyway. So he skipped over all that and drew something out of his pocket, handing it to Sebastian.
"This was laying on her chest when I walked in." In his hand was a small gold compass, cleaned of blood (there would be no fingerprints on it, Red John wore gloves). It was unremarkable save for the fact that the four cardinal directions had been replaced with initials: L, V, C, R. Obviously it referred to the CBI team. "It's hand made, not something he modified from a shop."
I AM TOTALLY ADDING THIS TO MY VERSES. OR CREATING A POST FOR VERSES, SINCE I DIDN'T REALLY HAVE ANYdemon_andbutlerJuly 19 2010, 23:47:44 UTC
In a flutter of dark lashes, Sebastian dropped his gaze to the compass. Fingerprinting as part of a police investigation came from an era later than his, which saved him from wasting a question on it. He accepted it in one gloved hand, bowed his head and took a closer look. He nodded toward the letters on the compass rose. "Your partners."
He swiveled. His black bangs swished with the movement and nearly brushed his shoulders. He held the compass lightly in his fingers and studied the behavior of the needle, checking if it remained faithful to North.
He raised his chin and looked to Jane. "Who is the victim with whom this was found?"
Jane looked right at Sebastian, his face blank but his eyes hard. "Yes." The first thing Jane had noticed was that the compass didn't spin to true North, instead orienting itself to the letter 'V'. Not the most subtle clue that Grace Van Pelt was supposed to be some sort of compass for Jane. He rolled his eyes at the notion, of course, but perception is reality, and Grace is no secret fan of religion, morals, and even the supernatural.
He shook these thoughts off quickly, putting his hands in his jacket pockets. "She was no one significant; just a mother, middle-class." He regretted saying it that way as soon as it came out of his mouth; no mother was just a mother.
With this hand he reached to embrace Jane's, his grin growing more serpentine. "My contracts are of a different ilk, Mr. Jane."
When Sebastian touched Jane's hand, Jane would feel a searing pain in the flesh over his heart, as the contract would be sealed, the mark of the demon left upon him, like a brand. The pain would disperse in a moment -- as if that might have been a figment of the imagination as well. Only further inspection would reveal the pentagram, about as large as the heart itself, adorned with seemingly meaningless symbols. The mark of their contract, now binding them together until Jane's death. The demon nearly shuddered with the pleasure of locking himself into such a delicious soul. It was not the young master, but regardless, it was worthy.
Sebastian suddenly let go of Jane's hand and dropped to one knee. One arm slid behind his back, the other resting across his heart. A true genuflection. Head bowed in complete submissive reverence.
"I await your orders, my lord."
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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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He had also been avoiding the sleek metal contraptions that operated as cars these days. He'd never been in one himself; although he'd had to track one down once. The Italian gangsters had enjoyed their decadence while the rest of the world clung to horse and carriage. Sebastian sat in the passenger seat, shoulders impossibly straight, and glanced around as Jane spoke. Technology, as Sebastian noticed time and again, did advance rather quickly. Humans were always inventing new and improved methods to kill themselves, and he suspected this was no different. He made no move to fasten a seat belt.
He turned to Jane then, and raised one thin eyebrow. "'My thing?'" Being vague would earn Jane no favours, not in this game.
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He turned to Sebastian. "Tell me what you need to find him. Unless you don't need me at all, in which case I'll stand back and let you work. My only stipulation in this is that when you find him, I want him alive. Red John is mine." Jane figured it went without saying--to Sebastian of all people--that a heinous, brutal death was in store for Red John.
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"I thought I made this perfectly clear, Jane. You are in control. I am no more than a piece upon your board. You are more than needed; you will be the one making the moves. And the one to claim your checkmate." He smirked knowingly at Jane. He would make no move to stop Jane from killing Red John in the most painful way possible. If ordered, he would help. If not, he would simply stick to the shadows and watch, vastly amused.
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"Red John left me something at the last murder. I have the privilege of going in first, and pocketed it before anyone else saw it. You said you can track people, and I can too. But I can't do it while CBI is breathing down my neck right now. Lisbon suspects I'm keeping something from her."
He stared straight ahead as he spoke, hands gripping the wheel in frustration. Jane wanted to run off on this lead himself, right now, but knew that if he took off and didn't come into work, CBI would follow him and ruin his plans. They'd want to arrest Red John, not butcher him like he deserved.
"I'll tell you where to start looking; it'll be like being in two places at once."
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He nodded at Jane's instructions to show he understood. "Yes, sir." That was much more direct and to the point. Jane was a fast learner. Sebastian discreetly scanned the landscape as it flew by, just a blur of shapes and colours. This was much closer to the speed he could achieve by running. Humans certainly had come a long way since inventing the wheel.
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He parked the car and got out, totally disregarding the DO NOT CROSS police tape blocking off the front yard and doorways. "Forensics has already done their thing, so you can touch whatever you like." Jane led the way into the house, which looked perfectly normal until they got to the bedroom, which was a gruesome scene; the mattress was still soaked with blood, there were spatters on the carpet and of course the hallmark smiley face on the far wall.
Murders probably never changed, no matter what era it was.
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He showed no outward reaction when stepping into the blood-soaked bedroom, and gave only the briefest sweeping of the room with his eyes. He already had a good idea of how it had been committed just by the splash patterns of crimson; he had spilled enough blood to know. And of course the smiley face. Sebastian tilted his head at it slightly.
An overly sentimental touch. Betraying the murderer as human. No supernatural being would have bothered with such a signature, even as a simple mockery.
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"This was laying on her chest when I walked in." In his hand was a small gold compass, cleaned of blood (there would be no fingerprints on it, Red John wore gloves). It was unremarkable save for the fact that the four cardinal directions had been replaced with initials: L, V, C, R. Obviously it referred to the CBI team. "It's hand made, not something he modified from a shop."
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He swiveled. His black bangs swished with the movement and nearly brushed his shoulders. He held the compass lightly in his fingers and studied the behavior of the needle, checking if it remained faithful to North.
He raised his chin and looked to Jane. "Who is the victim with whom this was found?"
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He shook these thoughts off quickly, putting his hands in his jacket pockets. "She was no one significant; just a mother, middle-class." He regretted saying it that way as soon as it came out of his mouth; no mother was just a mother.
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