Black Butler RP ((OPEN, OCs and non-OCs welcome))

b❤rdy. wrote:

[size=6][shadow=BLACK,right]ALOIS TRANCY ♞[/shadow]
[align=left][font=georgia]'' everything will fade into darkness ''

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Skritch skritch skritch

A couple amused giggles danced in the air within the forest, as a pen scratched over the pages of a journal, held in the grasp of the the young lord. The childish cartoon he drew within the book caused his lips to curve upwards into a twisted smile; as the sketch took the form of a grieving Sebastian, surrounded by litters of dead cats, as a victorious Alois and his stoic butler, Claude, stood gloating to the side. "Hehehee," Alois giggled, thoroughly amused by his little sketch as he held the finished product aloft for his own admiration, "I just love to see you suffer!"

He dropped the book back down onto the the flat rock he had used as a prop, and threw himself upon it to start anew with another wicked plot on a fresh page. However, he paused mid-sketch, and clicked his tongue in distaste. "It's no fun when it's not the real thing," he grimaced, sitting back into his chair in a slump, kicking his feet out under the table, and tossing his pen onto the book's face, "no thanks to my incredibly worthless staff." he muttered grumpily.

The pen rolled along the new sketch of Ciel Phantomhive, ink bleeding all over the little portrait. Alois grumbled under his breath, and looked up at the sky, "How does Sebastian do it? I have five demons employed into my service, and not a single one was capable of so much as bringing me what I ask for?" He exhaled deeply with resentment; he had gotten used to disappointment, which was not particularly a good thing. He had steadily becoming more and more annoyed with his incapable staff, and as he witnessed every downfall of his own pieces against Ciel's black knight, he had begun to seriously doubt the boasted abilities of his own contracted shadow; the demon, Claude Faustus.

So that was why he ran away to find Ciel himself, bringing nothing along but his favorite notebook and a pen that had been found in his study.

As he mused about his own butler and his faults, his thoughts drifted off for a moment, though they interrupted by a sudden deep growl from deep within his belly. Looking down and pressing one pale hand against his abdomen, he clicked his tongue in impatience. Hunger was not permitted unto him; a lord of high standing. Wherever Claude was, it wasn't here, and there wasn't with a tray of food for him to pick through critcally. It had been his own fault for waking up much earlier than usual that morning; when there wasn't breakfast already prepared and at his bedside, and he had rejected Claude's first meal out of spite that there wasn't some already made for him prior to his waking. Now, as he sat alone below the trees, brightly lit by the flood of morning sunlight, he couldn't help but feel a growing annoyance that as the seconds ticked by, that there wasn't a slice of hot mushroom quiche sitting on a plate before him where the ruined picture of his advisary stared up at him.

Alois was annoyed at the thought that Claude had not come for him, sitting back and letting out a sigh and continuing the sketch on in his little book. A few moments later, Alois's attention was torn from the page at the sound of rustling leaves. Alois cocked his head to the side in curiosity, rain water blue eyes sparkling.

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