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Ignored by everyone, yet again, tale as old as time. A small sigh escaped Ciel's lips to match the exasperated expression his features had furrowed themselves into. Though, his resigned disappointment was soon interrupted by a... weasel? And not just any weasel, by god, Ciel could have only hoped it was a normal stoat to bring some sense of logic back to their situation, but no, the ermine was clad in miniature clothes and worst of all, talked. Its appearance earned a squeak of surprise from the young man before quickly clasping his hands around his mouth in an attempt to suppress any more noises of shock. Needless to say, the following sight of Deuel glowing did little to calm his already on-edge nerves, although, this time, the only movement he'd let slip was a slight shuffle backwards to better examine Deuel's new attire and the talking stoat. Although, Ciel's futile attempt to tack some sort of coherency to the happenings before him was cut short by the ermine's claim of Deuel's status as 'The Chosen One' while everyone else had been relegated the role of 'party member', which, if Ciel was to say so himself, didn't quite line up.

[color=F6A3BF]"Hey, wait, If Deuel is the special one while we're his support wouldn't it make more sense for us to have magic outfits and weapons instead? We'd only be dragging him down without anything to contribute ourselves, plus, what even constitutes as 'a force of evil',"[/color] he snarked once he'd pieced the inconsistencies Basil, as the ermine had dubbed himself, had mentioned. Though, considering the fact that he was talking to a stoat, Ciel would have arguably been more surprised if Basil had given them irrefutable information.

And of course, the exchange between animal and human couldn't have stopped there, no, a flying dolphin greeted Conner to quell his own exasperation at his lack of supernatural outfit before promptly giving him his own, albeit one that differed from Deuel's. Ciel was admittedly rather surprised he hadn't suffered an aneurysm from simply attempting to keep up with the scene, furrowing his brows even tighter together and casting his eyes downwards so as to not let the blurs of shape and colour distract him from the auditory information he was struggling to process which unfortunately, did not quite work out in his favour.

Unaware of the dove chasing after Chesi and Basil, and by extension him, his arm reflexively flung out to shield himself from whatever new creature approached him, [color=F6A3BF]"Ah, hey, piss off!"[/color] A sharp nip at the shell of his ear convinced him to cease his flailing limbs, before cautiously bringing his hands to his head to figure out what was residing upon it, the pads of his fingers meeting soft downy feathers.

[color=82ca9d]"My apologies, these two ruffians should have waited before making their presence known, but alas, patience is only a virtue for a select few it appears,"[/color] came a stern voice from what Ciel had ascertained to be a bird, [color=82ca9d]"No matter, I am Vayu, and will similarly be here to assist you,"[/color] she nodded, as if proud of her status as mentor, a status which Ciel had not shared the same joy in. She'd certainly be a hoot to deal with. Pun intended.