[ It seems that Vatheon has been allowed to witness one of the Undertaker's many vices that he's developed over the years since littleCiel Phantomhive was born: smoking. He holds a long black cigarette holder in his his bony, spidery hands as he puffs away. The smoke obstructs his view, but those bright green eyes are unmistakable. ]

My, my, my~ ( Read more... )

[ The Undertaker was doing some more work on those zombie corpses when a sudden guitar riff happens and he can't help but tap his boots in rhythm. Soon, he finds himself singing, his voice not too much different than his normal one.]

( ☤ The Suffering ☤ )

[ Looks like the Undertaker's been busy with his pile of dead zombie corpses as he now as an entire journal full of drawings and notes. Taking his quill, he continues to write in the massive volume, humming merrily. Also, because he's just sitting at his desk writing, he's not wearing his plague uniform. So that means all of you get to see that ( Read more... )

[ Well, well, well~ Looks like the Undertaker found himself a dead fish. He got it just before one of the locals could sweep it up. He's taken it back to his place and preparing to exhume it. He's wearing his plague mask and outfit that's all part of standard procedure when exhuming corpses in his profession, but because he is in his own home and ( Read more... )

[ The camera turns on and a man with long white hair that covers his eyes and facial scars, a black Victorian mortician's outfit, and a crooked black top-hat appears. He is wearing the biggest yet creepiest grin ever. His hands are bony, spider-like, with long black nails. He taps his chin in contemplation before he speaks... ]Well, well, well~~ ( Read more... )