It amazes me at times; those of you who will expect this place to defy it's nature.

[Rather than the smirk that usually accompanies these little speeches, he appears completely blank, slowly plucking at the strings of a violin set across his lap. They sound a bit hollow, lethargic.]Is it so easy to forget that everything in this world is temporary ( Read more... )

[Ciel is back, with more bitchy social commentary on the state of world affairs. Bet you missed him! No? ... oh. Whoops.]

It seems this place has a set pattern of events. A cycle, if you will -- one that is only rarely elaborated upon.

[Ciel lifts one ringed finger, as he takes a sip of tea.]One -- a grand reveal of someone previously thought to ( Read more... )

[The skyscrapers are high, creaking, made of rusting metal and prayer. Gloved fingers cling to scaffolding, stripping surfaces crumbling against an iron grip ( Read more... )

Does anyone feel like explaining to me why some sort of rampaging demon nearly killed half of the city the other day?

I feel as though I'm missing a few facts.

Specifically, what it was, where it came from, where it's gone, who was responsible, and what is being done to ensure it doesn't happen again.

Aside from that, I would appreciate a ( Read more... )

The clinic is a busy place.

I have been told it is possible for someone to visit this place, disappear, and come back with no memories of having been here before.

Does this happen often?