[twelfth summoning] ♠ [video] ♠ [that butler, invasion] ♠ [forward dated to later this morning]

[sinandservitude]

[The camera turns on to catch Sebastian slamming the front door behind him, fangirls just beyond it-- he looks a lot more disheveled than he usually is.]

Goodness-- it's as though being accosted by Grell multiple times this month wasn't enough. If it's one thing, it's another.

[He straightens himself out before dipping his head respectfully

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[creationaries]

Phantomhive?

[Guess who just paid attention to 'Phantomhive'?]

Goodness, Vincent, is that you? Where's Ciel? Oh, that boy, where is he off to --

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[sinandservitude]

[...give him a moment to process this, because goodness, he was never expecting her of all people to visit.]

[sinandservitude]

[Ah-- first he should double check that it's actually her and not some fake. Couldn't let her go traumatizing Ciel if she was a fake, after all.]

[sinandservitude]

[...okay, she's clear. Even if Ciel's soul has been tainted, it was still similar to this woman's.]

Lady Phantomhive, is it? I believe you have me mistaken with Lord Phantomhive-- I am merely a humble butler, Sebastian Michaelis.

[creationaries]

[...isn't that the name of her son's dog?]

My apologies, Sebastian, then. [She fiddles with the screen for a moment.] What is this? I do believe I'm lost, I don't recognise this part of -- will you let me speak to Vincent?

[sinandservitude]

[Hm, what to say. Surely his Young Master would be angry with him if he decided to explain everything that happened after this woman died...though how interesting her reaction woudl be if he did.]

My lady, if I may explain, this place is not London. It is a space and time separate from London. As such, not all who were in London are here, and even if they are, they may not be from the same time as you. Lord Phantomhive, your husband, is not here, but Lord Phantomhive, your son, is. I am his butler. If you would like to speak with him, I would be more than happy to announce your presence to him.

[creationaries]

[...]

But he's just ten, I - [Space and time. Well, all right, maybe he's all grown up? That would be lovely, she thinks - ] Yes, I would like to speak with him. How is he? Has he been doing all right?

[sinandservitude]

Where are you now, my lady? I will be there shortly to escort you to the mansion.

He has been well. [Well enough, he supposes.] I shall let him explain everything to you-- I am sure you would much rather hear it from his lips instead of mine.

[creationaries]

I'm at [Insert landmark here, as well as she can describe it.]

Thank you so much, you're such a dear.

[sinandservitude]

Not at all. It is an honor to escort you.

[Not ten minutes later he arrives. Sebastian bows low before offering her his hand.]

Lady Phantomhive.

[creationaries]

[Rachel only hesitates a moment, before taking it and smiling happily up at him.]

Have you been taking care of my son, Sebastian?

[sinandservitude]

[He starts to carefully guide her through the crowds of people, making sure not to walk too fast, or make her walk through the wet slush still left over from the snow.]

As well as I can and know how to, my lady. He is still at a...transitionary stage between child and man.

[queens_guarddog]

[Ciel is standing a short distance behind Sebastian. He is staring at Rachel fixedly, not certain if he should believe his eyes. It hurts to see her - yet he knew she might come. His father might come as well.

Balling his hands into fists, he steps into view.]

Mother?

[creationaries]

[......................what is this?]

Ciel? Is that - goodness - are you all right?

[queens_guarddog]

[He nearly ducks his head.]

I'm well enough. Are you alright?

[creationaries]

Ah, I'm just a tad lost; Sebastian is to...fetch me, I suppose?

What about Angelina? Is she here? Elizabeth?