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Black Butler, Untold (Vena Sera x SilverRain)

Ciel didn't quite know what to expect of this boy, and while not seeing him a threat he didn't fully trust Alex either. Once Sebastian departed the tailor wasted no time in getting to work, immediately approaching the young earl and withdrawing a tool of his trade. In an unexpected and sudden motion he felt his nightie be whisked away, blinking before staring at Alex abashed. "What in the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked indignantly, feeling rather exposed. As he should, he was now only stood in his britches. Since when was it necessary for him to be stripped in order to be measured? Ms. Baker never did this, maybe it was just a downside of Alex's inexperience. There was little that could be done sans putting on his nightie again, and Ciel had a feeling it'd only be whisked off again if he were to wear it again. On a small reflex a hand went to the band of his britches, grasping it while staring at Alex warningly as he was circled. "These stay on, understood?"

Since taking away clothing didn't seem demeaning enough Alex took one of Ciel's arms in his grip, an innocent enough gesture. Up until he stroked along its length with a fingertip, making the earl fidget uncomfortably. Closing his eyes and sighing he strained himself not to make a sharp retort, opening one to peer over at Alex accusingly. "I've heard enough about my damned skin to last me a lifetime... Do not start commenting on it..." he hissed softly, drawing his arm back. He was being treated more like a curiosity than a patient, how bothersome. Just when he figured he was free from being toyed with a cool hand was abruptly placed on his chest, making him look at Alex wide eyed in surprise. His cheeks flushed a light pink in embarrassment as his hair was then played with, gritting his teeth and trembling as his hair was tousled a bit. "Enough!" Ciel snapped, reaching up and snatching Alex's wrist, pulling his hand away. "Do what you've come here for then be done with it. I'm not a doll you can inspect at your leisure. If you're going to insist on being difficult I'll have Sebastian come back and show you out, do we have an understanding?"

Black Butler, Untold (Vena Sera x SilverRain)

"And it is a discipline of my hired help to alleviate some of the work bestowed upon me," Ciel remarked, giving a small roll of his eyes. "Which considering the massing pile of papers I've been dealing with they've thus far done anything to help. Then again... I suppose no help is still better than complicating things." If his servants had done anything in these last few years it was improve their work ethics. Sure mistakes were made, more than one would think, but at the very least they worked more often than not now. Rare was it that he needed to go down himself and dispense orders, a big change from how it used to be. Musing over Sebastian's remark with a smirk Ciel shook his head, cocking an eyebrow expectantly. "You're willing to follow any order so long as it does not cause your untimely demise. Besides that, you mean."

Feeling the nightie being lifted off of himself Ciel closed his eyes, a ghost of a smile playing out on his lips. "Yes... Have everyone wait for me..." he mused, sounding rather bored at the idea. "To be quite honest I've little desire to attend this, but as a formality and duty I will. I would be none the less disappointed if they were to begin without my being there however." Hell, they could finish the event well before he was slated to arrive for all he cared. The entire celebration was superfluous; extravagant and over the top as so many royal gatherings were. It wasn't the nature of the party so much that annoyed him, but the required attendance, that was something he could do without. Just as the shirt was being lifted up onto his head it was abruptly dropped again, an unfamiliar and curious voice prompting Sebastian to speak.

His usual tailor would not be making an appearance, it seemed. Much to Ciel's chagrin her replacement looked to be an arrogant young man, stupid enough to speak back to Sebastian. It was amusing in a way, the man had no idea just who, or what he was speaking to. He seemed awfully presumptuous when speaking, as if simply because there had been a prearranged appointment he was welcome to come and go as he pleased. Ciel may have asked who let him in if he cared enough, though he really already could assume it was one of the other three bumbling about his estate. Whatever the case this boy had little business being here, even if he was the tailor's apprentice.

Ciel opened his mouth to deny the tailor a temporary stay but Sebastian was quicker to make the point. Smiling amused the Phanthomhive boy turned around and grabbed the eyepatch out of the drawer. "Sebastian, normally I would agree with you... However," he paused, taking a brief moment to strap his patch on. "It does need to be taken care of, and if he is here then we might as well get it over with." He wouldn't mind the opportunity to knock this smug tailor down a few pegs himself, teach him to be so bold. "Go take care of breakfast Sebastian, I'll be out as soon as this is taken care of."

Black Butler, Untold (Vena Sera x SilverRain)

I think they wore a sort of long-underpants, sort of like long johns (if you know what those are).

Black Butler, Untold (Vena Sera x SilverRain)

Another long evening of paperwork and skulking about the city, and for what? Ultimately the paperwork had simply been reviewing revenue, a matter that Ciel really had no need to know. The city of London had been peaceful for the past few days thanks to his vigilance, which meant his regular rounds were all but moot. For whatever reason the young boy had issue falling asleep last night, waking a few times in the evening only to drift off again. Sleep as of late had been sketchy like that; his servants and even Sebastian had blamed it on growing pains. He was growing to be certain, but it was absurd to think that would prevent him from sleeping.

When the time came that Sebastian finally parted the blinds Ciel was far from ready to get up. He'd vaguely heard the demon's entrance, but upon being hit with a cascade of sunlight and at the butler's insistence he had little choice but to rise. With no small degree of reluctance he pushed himself up into a sitting position, blinking blearily into the sun's rays before glancing at the teacup offered to him. "If it is quiet then is it necessary for me to wake at such an obscene hour...?" he mumbled, sighing before taking a sip of his drink. Feeling a faint tug at his scalp Ciel sat upright to make combing his hair easier, setting the teacup in his lap as he glanced out the window. So would begin another day in pursuit of those responsible for stealing his life. Three long years of incessant chases and dozens of clues and yet there was no clear culprit yet. Absolutely blasphemous that he would be made to run about like this, like someone's piece in a game.

Ciel ignored the quip about is 'due diligence', but bit when his stature was brought up. "Reach your shoulder?" he repeated, gazing up at Sebastian before smirking. "Should I want to do such a thing I'd simply order you to your knees Sebastian. What do I need stature for when I can bring others to my level?" He'd of course noticed the changes in his height as of late, amongst other things. When he'd initially formed the contract he had no intention of ever living this long, so reaching 15 was a surprise to him. What's more were the alterations that he was going through as a person. His body was changing in ways he'd not expect, hair was beginning to poke out here and there, muscle mass was growing and even his voice seems to have gone a touch deeper. Physical changes aside there were some more... Hidden ones as well. He was a bit more arrogant than he used to be, and considering how he had been that was something. There were urges now too, ones he had been utterly alien to before and was embarrassed to admit. He'd certainly never bring those up in anyone's company.

"Right... I suppose we've best be getting ready for that celebration then." Ciel mumbled, moving his teacup back onto the trolley. Brushing Sebastian's hand aside he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, lifting his arms and yawning in a stretch before he got to his feet. Mornings had never been his favorite time of day, and waking each day with the knowledge he'd have Sebastian preparing him didn't help that in the least. "When will we be departing for this party anyways? You neglected to give me a time Sebastian." In the evening, most likely, which left plenty of time for whatever else may need to be done. Never a shortage of work, that was for certain. Turning his head to the clock in the corner he noted the time at just past eight, surprisingly late for him to be getting up. "Hurry up and get me dressed, I need to make sure the others are about their duties as well. I'm not going to be leaving the estate in any less than perfect order tonight, Queen or no Queen."

Black Butler, Untold (Vena Sera x SilverRain)

Oooooh, sneaky. And this is quite nice I think honestly.

Hello hello!

SilverRain said

My goodness, you ARE ALIVE!

*ahem* Sebastian, where in the hell have you been? I've been eating Baldroy's cooking for a month and I feel ill.

x)

Rethel34 said
I believe I shall say a hearty hello to you, good sir. So 'ello!

And 'ello to you as well friend! :D Neat, finding tons of people!

Legend of Zelda: The Templar Crusade

Okay, just wanted to put that out there ^^ Caelan is more adventurer like now, but he's not OP I don't think.

And a thief? O.O I say lets riot! IT'S THE ONLY SOLUTION!

Legend of Zelda: The Templar Crusade

Caelan

Name: Caelan

Gender: Male

Appearance:



Age: 17

Race: Human

Skills:
* Has several handy survival techniques. Knows many fauna in Hyrule, ones that are used for food and medicinal purposes as well as ones that should be avoided. He knows how to construct basic shelters out of different materials and is moderately efficient at hunting and using traps for said purpose.
* From his father he has a natural gift for tinkering with objects. Unlike his father who invents random assortments of gizmos however Caelan fancies traps. As such he knows how to make and disarm basic ones, as well as recognize a few in various dungeons.
* Good fisherman, as part of his time wandering.

Magic Abilities: Use water magic exclusively, primarily in the form of ice. Is capable of healing magic as well though he is certainly still learning, as at the moment he can only mend cuts and bruises. Anything serious is beyond his skill. Caelan is also capable of using steam magic as well, and in a sense almost capable of mimicking air magic by creating gusts with it. This like his healing magic is far weaker than his ice and used sparingly, such as when sailing on a raft.

Weapons: A small curved dagger. The blade itself is a deep steel colour, a gilded strip of metal running along the blunt edge of the blade that curls at the hilt on either side. The handle is made of bronze, wrapped in red strips of cloth. At the tip of the blade, roughly five centimeters in diameter and three from the actual tip is a hole punched through the blade. It's a clean cut, but there's no evident reason for why it is there.

Inventory: One Blue Potion
One Red Potion

Bio: Caelan was born in raised in the safety of Clock Town to two loving parents. His father was an inventor of sorts and his mother an experienced herbalist there was no lack of prominence in his family. From an early age he expressed a love for exploration, often dawdling off as soon as he could walk to various places in the yard. By the age of five he was leaving the home and yard together, though only ever really making it a few houses away under the scrutiny of his parents. Even with their trying to quell his roaming tendencies he often slipped out regardless, never quite content with staying at home. To appease his parents he began an education as soon as he could, not doing anything outstanding but certainly well enough. Simply put Caelan was never interested in anything his parents pushed on him, including their own professions. Exploration of Clock Town resumed as always, and eventually he had wandered enough to know the entire city as he did the back of his hand. With his home fully explored he had nothing left to see, becoming rather restless yet again. The only thing he could do to sate his desires was to go beyond the town, something his parents abhorrently forbid. Like everything else before though this didn't stop him.

At sixteen years of age Caelan decided he could no longer remain at home, being driven insane by the dull life he had. On a clear evening he took his life into his own hands, leaving a note for his parents and slipping out of Clock Town under the cover of darkness, nothing on him but a few rupees and the clothes on his back. Before him lay the expanse that was Hyrule, and for him so much untapped potential for exploration. A whole new world was opened up to him, and with renewed enthusiasm Caelan set forth onto his own adventure. It became apparent rather quickly though how poorly prepared he was for this endeavor. On the very first night out a storm raged across the countryside, soaking him to the bone as he sought shelter under a tree. Drenched and hungry, the following morning he tried to catch his first meal, chasing a rabbit and trying to catch it by hand, obviously failing miserably. Hungry and cold he trudged through the woods, finally coming across a dirt road that sliced through the center. It was here he encountered a group of men traveling by caravan, an assembly of curious characters armed to the teeth. Rather than seeing them as dangerous though Caelan looked to them for help, and by some miracle they agreed, under the stipulation he join them. As he would soon learn he had joined a roving band of treasure hunters, and with them he'd take on an entire new look to exploration.

Traveling with the treasure hunters led to adventures that Caelan had only dreamed of before. From plundering ruins to delving into caves it looked as though his dreams of seeing the world's hidden gems were coming true. However, there was a darker and far less pleasant side to his group's activities. While he was perfectly content with just treasures the other men seemed to have no issue with taking from people as well, often by ways of violence. They would often steal from townsfolk and other travelers in between hunts, taking whatever they wanted, lives sometimes included. Caelan was against this behavior but could never muster the courage to speak against it, initially at first. When a family was nearly killed for their petty goods he finally reached his threshold, and in a fit of fury struck out against the men he was with. While they were skilled with weapons he had his water magic on his side, it was hardly a contest. Between the family and the men he decided they had to go, beating them a fair deal before they finally ran off. The family, grateful for what had been done wanted to offer thanks, though the only thing they had of any value was a dagger the husband had found, he'd hoped to pawn it off. Parting with the few rupees he had remaining Caelan bought it from them, setting off on his own travels by himself. He'd learned to survive through the many months and could now tackle the wilderness on his own. He was last seen heading into Gerudo Desert to look into rumors of a forsaken ruins by the name of Arbiter's Grounds.

Did a wee bit of tweaking with him, though hopefully for the better. ^^

Legend of Zelda: The Templar Crusade

Oh yay! :D It liiiiives!

Okay, I'll re-do my CS for Caelan here shortly :3

Hello hello!

Arclite said
I am not an old partner, but I will say hi anyway because sad panda's make me a sad thingy thing. So hello there!

Hello hello!

Nightlock said
I'll say hi since I know you xD

Whaaaaaaaa?