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CHP. 138 / That Butler, Amused

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There is something to be said about a service worker's disguise. Sebastian can't say he enjoys waiting on others hand and foot, however few other roles will allow for one to practically disappear and thereby gain far more information than they would have with a more direct investigation.

He had not been here long and found himself particularly turned away by the foulness of the modernity, the plainness of the minialism. though too much detail dipped quickly into gaudy, perhaps this was a blessing on its own? However, the intensity of the negative energy in the area was a draw he could not deny, perhaps even a demon could forget his aesthetics should the prize be enough.

A carefully curated image of refinement stood behind a classy bar. The Unkindness Speakeasy sported a warm, and cosy interior, the lower lighting and fine liquor making for looser lips and free flying secrets. A busy place, any other bartender would find themselves hopelessly overwhelmed given the large amount of partons, the high demand of intricately crafted , but Sebastian is not just any other bartender.

As the evening begins to pick up as more and more nine-to-fivers pour into the bar, one in partiular catches the demon's eye. His eyes flick to the newest arrival. The stranger carved an imposing figure, muscular sure, the tight businessman-like attire did nothing to hide the fitness of the gentleman, but far more intriguing was the energy around him.

There was an unmistakable air of fury, contempt, and overall disatisfaction, and yet it was as if the man was a vacuum of negativity. As if his mind were clear, despite the clear distaste written over his features.

Sebastian leaned over his bar, wiping a rag across the top to clear away a section for the newcomer before shortly presenting him with a short menu of crafted cocktails and house pastries.

❝ Good evening sir, how may I serve you?❞

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Sebastian stowed away his weapons he wasn't one for fisticuffs anyway, it would appear that they weren't necessary for the time being.

❝ Quite right too,❞ The demon tutted, carefully parting with his own jacket and handing it off to the nearby maid. The butler took care not to confirm nor deny his own species, if the lady had her own suspicions there was no need to come clean. Afterall, where was the fun in that?

❝ Although I never presume a sense of morality, your assurance is appreciated, ❞ the demon took in his surroundings, a fine establishment, really. Upon a less hostile glance, it truly was... Stately.

❝ The disppearances are troubling, my... Employer has his own concerns, and it would not do as a butler to disregard his orders. Are you suggesting two heads are better than one? ❞

The devil butler deftly caught the card headed his way, eyes glancing over an odd address given to him. Strange indeed, to make such a sudden appearance only to just as suddenly vanish. And her words— what could they mean?

To be quite frank, his personal interest was minimal. Dealing with other demons was an assurance of trouble, trouble he did not need nor care for. However; the mere presence of such a threat towards the young master could not be ignored, certainly not if he were the perfect butler he claimed to be. Further investigation was necessary. But the sun was soon to rise, and the morning birds had already begun their piercing song. He was out of time for tonight.

- ♚ -

The following day passed quickly with surprisingly little fanfare and Sebastian found himself outside the listed address. The manor was... Fine. It was no Phantomhive Manor of course but one could not always expect perfection. Sebastian rapt his knuckles against the door. Of course he could walk right in, but he wasn't so rude to simply surprise ambush someone else, unlike some certain other demons.

❝ You know, ❞ he announced to no one in particular, ❝ It can be considered quite rude to forcefully drag someone around for a meeting like this, I haven't the time for such frivolity .❞

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Despite being of high social standing and the exterior being the very picture of refinement, it was a little known secret that The Phantomhive Estate was no stranger to the poor, the destitute, and the otherwise undesired. When all else failed the manor could serve as a temporary safe haven. Moreover, should one prove to be exceptional they may even find themselves a permanent home.

Sebastian was not of the charitable sort, neither was his master at least on the outside. The Butler scoured the grounds daily and nightly, on the look out for vagrants who would seek shelter, allowing them a night's respite before sending them of the next day. Mercy was not to be taken lightly, trespassers were allowed for a singular evening but were to be gone by morning and only to return with a distinct invitation.

It would seem this stormy evening was one of those fateful nights when a poor soul wandered too far from their own means.

Sebastian opened the main double doors, staring down at a miserably soaked child shivering under the overhanging entryway's roof.

❝ This is not an alleyway for you to take free refuge in, but per my master's orders I cannot turn you away this evening. If you would please come inside, there are business and terms to discuss. ❞

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Rain continued to pour down as a top hatted figure tries to seek out shelter, cat like pupils gaze around as he made out a nearby building just ahead so he quickly made his way there.

As he approached, he looked for a inner area to stay under to wait for this storm to cease. He finally happened to find out as he squeezed himself in the crevice, wringing out his top hat of any excess water.

However, he couldn't shake the feeling that someone lives here as the more he looked at the place, the clearer it became as this was a manor of sorts.

Best to remain cautious as he didn't want to cause any conflicts so he stayed quiet and still, the sound of raindrops hitting the ground greeting his ears.

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Guess who totally forgot they re-vamped this blog after like a week of activiity ahahaaha...... So uh, I'll get to those starters and replies I said I would do like, weeks ago.

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The devil butler deftly caught the card headed his way, eyes glancing over an odd address given to him. Strange indeed, to make such a sudden appearance only to just as suddenly vanish. And her words— what could they mean?

To be quite frank, his personal interest was minimal. Dealing with other demons was an assurance of trouble, trouble he did not need nor care for. However; the mere presence of such a threat towards the young master could not be ignored, certainly not if he were the perfect butler he claimed to be. Further investigation was necessary. But the sun was soon to rise, and the morning birds had already begun their piercing song. He was out of time for tonight.

- ♚ -

The following day passed quickly with surprisingly little fanfare and Sebastian found himself outside the listed address. The manor was... Fine. It was no Phantomhive Manor of course but one could not always expect perfection. Sebastian rapt his knuckles against the door. Of course he could walk right in, but he wasn't so rude to simply surprise ambush someone else, unlike some certain other demons.

❝ You know, ❞ he announced to no one in particular, ❝ It can be considered quite rude to forcefully drag someone around for a meeting like this, I haven't the time for such frivolity .❞

' Such a gentlemen, but that's not your true facade is it? ' Kafka said moving her eyes to behind his back, vanishing and reappearing behind him just as quickly, she hummed softly her hand moving to his shoulder as she leaned forward to whisper. ' London is nothing compared to where I've been, I've seen much much worse then this, I learned to adept in a way, but by doing so each time I 'endure' it, my heart became more hollow and empty, I no longer cared for HUMANS.' She knew fighting this one would most likely be a challenge she had heard much stuff to what he had done in order to protect the phantomhive brat, giving a small frown she leaped into the air landing casually onto a nearby rooftop. ' Tell you what butler, If you wish to TANGO with the devil herself, come find me at my manor I am sure I can treat you the way you so deserve.' Kafka said tossing a card with her address on it before vanishing.

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Sebastian's lips curl into a more confident smile, bowing at the lady at the mention of his station. Although many members of both common-folk and the elite were aware of the Phantomhives, ( and how could they not be? ) far fewer paid any mind to the service staff. Fewer still could pick any specific member out of a crowd and know their position.

Perceptive indeed; perhaps she was looking for employment? The Phantomhive manor does take all sorts, especially for their unique staff. Sebastian was sent out this evening on the orders of his master to investigate recent disappearances. People tend not to be keen on buying toys when murderers are running around, which is terrible for business. His master suspected another sort of 'Jack-and-Jill-the-Ripper' situation, although Sebastian had other ideas. Not every serial killer and kidnapper had grim reaper back-up, humans were quite capable of causing havoc on their own.

And lo, what was this? The words she spoke had a threatening air to them though she would be sorely disappointed if she wished to do a Phantomhive butler any sort of harm. He lifted his head, one hand over his chest an the other behind is back, carefully readying his throwing knives.

❝ I have no fear in an evening stroll, as such no rescuing of any kind is required. You, however; have you no frets of your own? The night can be a cruel place for a lady like yourself, there are dangerous abound after all. Are you in need of an escort? I would be happy to accompany you to your destination if need be.❞

Ah yes, two can play at this game.

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Kafka laughed softly allowing her sunglasses to rest onto her head, her hand going onto her hip as she looked him over, so this was the butler of Ciel Phantomhive, leave it to the Phantomhive's to pick such a handsome and devilish man for such a position. ' Well, I come to rescue you darling, tell me why is a butler of your status wandering around a dark alleyway, alone are you not afraid of being jumped? ' Kafka said walking around him, tightening her glove abit sword in hand behind her back.

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Kafka hummed softly in thought, pushing down her expensive glasses, she eyes the other for a few seconds a hand going onto her hip. " You look lost, need a guide do you? " / I legit squealed when you followed back! I love Sebastian, so have a curious Kafka and thank you. 😊 And sorry for my horrible looking wording jfjd on mobile.

In hindsight, he could've been a bit stealthier. The young lady who approached him cut a clean image, professional and nothing short of beautiful. The way she carried herself with poise and confidence, with an edge that gave way to darker intentions. She was not the one who had lured the Raven here– she was simply was not human enough to do so. It was no matter. Sebastian adjusted his posture, straightening his jacket and plastered on his most apologetic smile.

❝ Is it that obvious? I apologise for meandering around blindly, there's not exactly a receptionist I could turn to ❞

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The trial was entertaining, if nothing else. The whole ordeal was closer to that of a dramatic retelling of events, but true justice was served with the guidance of the illustrious Iudex. With a steady hand, steadier voice, and gentle taps of his cane monsieur Neuvillette presented the evidence to the case; no small feat considering the constant gasps and chittering from the very excitable Archon. The light filled that the air every time The Chief Justice opened his mouth nearly scorched the demon's skin.

The burn was delectable, the sting was delightful.

It truly was nothing short of enchanting. This was the excitement Sebastian had been searching for, he was sure of it. The demon kept a careful eye on the other man's actions, they were careful, measured, and precise. Never an extraneous movement or word was uttered, it was like a song.

The trial drew to a close, the final remarks from both parties as well as the archon and the judge himself letting their opinons be known. The people chattered away, slowly filing themselves out once the both monsieur Neuvillete and Oratice had delivered the same verdict; Guilty. And the amount owed was staggering, but the uproar that followed had nothing to do with the mora. The whispers were vapid and meaningless, most from a droning upper class crowd who'd come to bear witness to this trial. One that would 'change the very foundation of symbols their status'. Questions about how the fashion industry would continue on, what new deisgner would take monsieur Remi Poincaré's place, and so on. Ridiculous, meaningless. Sebastian had far better pursuits.

The demon made his way over the Chief Justice, now on the lower levels near the stage after the Archon had excused herself to bother some other hapless individual.  

❝ Monsieur Neuvillette, I do not believe we've ever had the pleasure of meeting. I would hope to rectify that over some water, do you have a spare moment this evening? ❞

      fontaine  is  a  nation  of  justice,  &  law  +  order  were  an  important  facet  in  everyday  life.  as  chief  justice,  neuvillette  must  uphold  these  ideals    ——    imbued  into  his  very  being.  impartiality  observed  in  personal  life:  relationships  eschewed,  opinions  on  a  variety  of  matters  kept  quiet  . . .  love,  too,  was  included.  it  gave  a  nigh - untouchable  air  about  him,  further  accentuated  by  his  seat  above  the  stage.  as  fontainians  trickled  into  the  opera  epiclese,  he  &  lady  focalors  were  in  a  side room  going  over  last  minute  details  of  the  trial.  a  case  of  embezzlement  from  a  high - end  fashion  designer.  if  found  guilty,  it  will  shake  the  lives  of  many  in  affluent  society    (    clothing  should  not constitute  an  enormous  part  of  one’s  daily  existence    ).    once  discussions  were  over,  he  &  the  archon  parted  ways:  him  taking  a  longer  route  which  nearly  always  prompted  the  use  of  his  cane.  this  path  also  allowed  the  iudex  to  clear  his  mind    ——    stem  the  tide  of  emotions  &  memories  from  overwhelming  him.

      neuvillette’s  entrance  was  hallmarked  by  the  tell - tale,  resounding  tap  of  his  cane:  a  gentle  sound  that  echoed  throughout  the  auditorium,  &  an  indication  for  all  to  quiet  /  seat  themselves.      “   this  trial  will determine  whether  monsieur  remi  poincaré  is  found  guilty  or  not  guilty  of  first - degree  embezzlement,  worth  at  over  five - hundred  thousand  mora  by  his  former  employee,  miss  violette,  who  will  be  standing  in  as  the  prosecution  alongside  her  attorney.   ”      then  the  speech  performed  by  focalors,  &  a  moment  of  repose.  he  used  this  opportunity  to  look  out  at  the  crowd,  commit  as  many  faces  to  memory  as  possible.  he  noticed  a  few  individuals  whose  names  are  known:  those  who  work  closely  with  him  in  palais  mermonia.  it  brought  him joy  to  discover  officer  sedene  but  as  his  violet - blue  gaze  scanned  the  back  . . .

. . .    ——    who?  draconic  eyes  land  on  a  tranquil  visage,  garments  black,  matching  short - cropped  hair.  anyone  could  believe  this  man  upper - class,  yet  the  visceral    (    albeit  subdued    )    reaction  his  inner  light  had  spoke  of  everything  else  but.  monsters  lurked  in  every  corner:  some  actual,  some  humanoid.  unfortunately  for  the  stranger  that  took  an  interest  in  him,  neuvillette  has  to  rein  in  his  own  curiosity:  for  now.  the  hydro  archon  has  concluded  her  speech,  &  now  fontaine’s  gaze  redirects  itself  onto  him.

                              “   now,  let  us  begin  . . .   ”

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@viatrixtravels answered; "I'm fine, Paimon. Thanks toーー ...Excuse me, what is your name?"

Despite the impressive well of Abyssal Energy he could gain from the Chasm of Liyue, Sebastian attempts to keep his time there to a minimum. Only visiting every so often to 're-fuel' as needed. The visits are often tedious, filled with cackling nuisances who dare call themselves mages and dealing with the local fauna. If anything, trips to the Chasm are an exercise in patience rather than genuine rejuvination.

Today, however, is different.

A young lady, bearing a striking resemblance to the Prince; there could be no doubt to identity. The demon pursed his lips, a guiding hand to her shoulder as he helped her to her feet. Some strange flitting fairy shrieked its concerns ( Paimon, was it? ), and Sebastian held back the urge to smack the damned thing from his face.

He smoothed his expression, adjusting himself into a cordial bow. ❝You may call me Sebastian.❞

Sebastian straightened himself, and held out his hand once again, a well practiced smile on his face. ❝ May I have yours? ❞

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Upon entering the Opera Epiclese a single word enters the mind; Classy. The architecture was refined and could only be described as the very height of technology, maintaining an ornate picture whilst avoiding dipping into ostentatious territory . A breath of fresh air considering the rest of the nation's frankly ridiculous attire and odd customs. Perhaps one would assume that a creature who works in providing pleasure and the fulfillment of desire would prefer something more gaudy, but that is not so.

Sebastian had originally been planning to avoid Fontaine in its entirety. The area reeked of a stuffy upper class, an over abundance of dogs, and an air of deep insecurity and imposter syndrome held by nearly every citizen. While the last of the list could be useful to a Contractual Demon, the other two were enough repellant to keep him far away.

That was until he heard of an interesting tale; the Chief Justice of the nation was supposedly not even mortal; let alone human. Apparently there were some frivolous rumors that Monsieur Neuvillette was the only male melusine in existence due to his fondness for them and such baseless drivel was laughable ( was Sebastian a cat due to his fondness for felines ? ). However, the other claim was certainly worthy of investigation. Sebastian's own research yielded that there had only ever been one individual who held the status of Chief Justice since the position's inception; and that person has continued to hold it for far longer than any normal lifespan would allow.

And that simply could not be ignored.

And so the Raven made his way to the origin of all waters and found himself taking a seat near the back of the court-opera house ( to remain as inconspicuous as possible, of course ). The people say to witness a trial in Fontaine is to not only see a grand display, but also see both the Chief Justice and the Archon in action. While Sebastian would prefer a private meeting, those are seldom with quite the waiting list. Even a creature such as he has limits to his influence, and with a much easier opportunity to be had, why bend over backwards?

Thus the demon kept good posture in his seat, a serene expression on his face as Fontanians poured in for the trial. A flurry of thoughts and desires filled the air, nothing worth pursuing; there were no high quality contract prospects here. This disappointment was quickly disregarded as the Chief Justice: Monsieur Neuvillette, entered to take his seat at the apex of the stage. Sebastian's eyes widened, he felt his body lean slightly closer to the stage, as if to get a better view.

Ethereal beauty does not begin to cover the sight before him, but aesthetics aside, there is something far more delicious to behold. This would be the entertainment Sebastian had been craving, finally something worth holding his interest. From empty, droning, dullness in his mind came a flood of questions, each more fervent than the last. What was the Chief Justice? Certainly not human, no, a light-touched being of some kind, or perhaps even greater.

At the very least, of this Sebastian was certain; Monsieur Neuvilette was no male-melusine.

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