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[ It's been a while since this fellow posted to the network. He is Grell's alter ego, the mild-mannered photographer "Eric Slingsby." His own expert acting skills as well as a little bit of magic render his disguise very nearly impenetrable. Also, this post is magically, invisibly filtered from certain people from home who know his secret: Madam Red and Ciel Phantomhive.
"Eric" looks shaken; a little twitchy: like a doe who has just seen a wolf. ]
I…
[ He stares at the camera for a moment; then darts offscreen. Faintly, there's the clunk of a deadbolt locking and the jingle of a chain. Presently, he returns. ]
I have just had the pleasure of meeting two gentlemen this evening, who work for the Afterglow corporation. They sought to… ah… persuade me of the benefits of affiliation.
They made a convincing case. But… I must confess…
[ He licks his lips, nervously. ]
I've got used to working without a mistress. Or a master. I know it's a terrible thing for a former butler to say, but…
[ A helpless little shrug. ]
…I like my freedom. I just... I don't know what I should do.
[ He glances offscreen, and then back at the camera. ]
They said they'd be back.
[ The feed ends! ]
"Eric" looks shaken; a little twitchy: like a doe who has just seen a wolf. ]
I…
[ He stares at the camera for a moment; then darts offscreen. Faintly, there's the clunk of a deadbolt locking and the jingle of a chain. Presently, he returns. ]
I have just had the pleasure of meeting two gentlemen this evening, who work for the Afterglow corporation. They sought to… ah… persuade me of the benefits of affiliation.
They made a convincing case. But… I must confess…
[ He licks his lips, nervously. ]
I've got used to working without a mistress. Or a master. I know it's a terrible thing for a former butler to say, but…
[ A helpless little shrug. ]
…I like my freedom. I just... I don't know what I should do.
[ He glances offscreen, and then back at the camera. ]
They said they'd be back.
[ The feed ends! ]