chapter one ♠ that butler, arriving ♠ written

[demonic_romeo]

[At first only a dot appears-- Sebastian is gathering his thoughts and has his quill to the page. After a few moments, in his elegant scrawl, he starts writing without pause. From his writing you can tell that he isn't shocked-- rather, he's exasperated and a tad bit irked that he's suddenly landed in an unfamiliar place.]

Did some other demon do

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[queens_guarddog]

[He thinks this is some foul trick. Despite Sutcliff having said Sebastian was here, he never expected to encounter the demon. Dead was dead, correct? Or was that different for demons?

Whatever the answer, Ciel's entirety tenses and he breathes out shakily. It takes him several minutes before he has garnered his "Earl of Phantomhive" persona underneath his shock.]

Sebastian, you're late.

[He fears saying more. His voice might quake and then he would never hear the end of it.]

[written]

[demonic_romeo]

[Now how in the world could he hear his Young Master's voice? Wasn't this a journal? Sebastian decides to answer him immediately, and figure out how to work this communication device later.]

My apologies, Young Master. I did not anticipate being so. May I ask where this is? And where you are?

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[queens_guarddog]

[So this Sebastian hadn't been a prior resident of Rivelata. Interesting.

But that made his living state all the more confusing.]

This is Rivelata. It is an island civilization run by a King that refuses to accept the audience of his people and visitors alike. From what I have learned thus far, he is most undeserving of the throne.

[He pauses and glares down at his journal.]

Sebastian, tell me - how is it that you are alive?

[written]

[demonic_romeo]

Interest

[The writing stops here when he receives the second part of Ciel's reply. There is a long pause before the writing starts again.]

I beg your pardon, Young Master? I'm not entirely sure I understand what you mean in asking that question.

[redtribution]

Four for four. Good lord.

[written]

[demonic_romeo]

...Madam? How are you alive?

You are here as well?

[recorded in the Madam's trademark drawl]

[redtribution]

I have lost count of how many times you've been here, and how many times we've done this dance and played this game, handsome.

I'll put it bluntly. Yes, I'm here, I know about Grell. I know about you. I don't care either way. So long as my nephew is being well-tended.

Yes, you're trapped, and even you could not, save for disappearing or something far more nasty.
No, this isn't London.

Bloody hell, God almighty, this is taxing on my poor self. At least you're nice to look at, dear.

[written]

[demonic_romeo]

[A pause as he digests what she's said-- anyone could almost read the surprise in it. And then he writes.]

My my, Madam, such an exposé for a simple question. Thank you for explaining the situation for me.

If Madam is having trouble on my behalf, shall I come over with tea to relieve her stress?

[no_opera_floozy]

"Ability to track"?

You don't sound very human at all, Sir.

[written]

[demonic_romeo]

Are you so sure that I am not?

[written]

[no_opera_floozy]

In my experience, those that can "track" are...inhuman. Or, at the very least, they possess inhuman abilities. I am not excluded from that list.

[written]

[demonic_romeo]

An acute observation, my lady. May I have your name?

[chainsaw_juliet]

And you're back.

[recorded]

[demonic_romeo]

[Sigh.]

Grell Sutcliff.

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[chainsaw_juliet]

Romeo~.

I see Madam already informed you, albeit bluntly, of your situation. I spoke to you scarcely a month ago and now I greet you once more.

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[demonic_romeo]

...Is it quite often that these selves of mine come to Rivelata?