towerofanimus | First stitch; entry

Characters: Claude Faustus
Setting: Starting in Room 3-16, possibly the libraries (19 or 3)
Format: I'll follow you!
Summary: To add to the string of newcomers, a spider demon has come to the tower. Of course, it might take a bit longer for one to get that out of him.
Warnings:Nada. Just Claude being Claude.

Room 3-16
[ He takes his awakening easy enough. More than most, truth be told. There is simply no panic, no reaction whatsoever save for the barest glance over to the letter. This too is read without much of a reaction. Except for the barest hint of a frown. Clearly, it unnerved him if only by the slightest. But then the paper is easily folded away and set aside.

However, were you to chance upon him much later, you would probably catch him doing something quite unusual. On his bed are gold plated knives and forks. All of them seem to be common tableware save for the fact that they're shiny and gold and carry a rather particular family crest at the tip of the handle. He's seated nearby, polishing them all to a flawless sheen. ]

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Libraries:
[ This would have him rather busy: bustling about here and there as he begins to thumb through several volumes here and there. His selections seem random at the most; art, literature, cooking, science. The science volumes make the slightest frown come to his features however and those are quickly reshelved before he moves on to something else. However, he seems pay attention to books on crocheting for some particular reason.

But above anything, he seems more on a hunt for information though. ]

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[ He takes a moment to look up from the knife and when he does, well, his reaction's a very very muted hint of surprise. Ah, if only his master was here. Surely if the boy was here then... perhaps Sebastian...

But those eyes glance back to the spoon the earl's got before he sets down the knife with just the slightest hint of a frown. So he did miss a spot which is promptly polished away following a nod. ]

My apologies, Earl Phantomhive. I wasn't aware you were in residence.

You know me.

[ that gets an upward tilt of his chin and a suspicious narrowing of his visible eye. he's certain that he's never met you before. ]

How?

[ at least he polishes the spot away without question--and without comment, too, snide or otherwise. it's nice to hear silence, for once, as opposed to the usual irritating retort. ]

[ See? Isn't he better than Sebastian already? No smart assery, no questioning, no trolling. Just quiet respect and obedience.

As a real butler should be.

But the question however, were he to answer truthfully, it would be a bit of trouble for him and his highness should he arrive. So he chooses to go the most vague route possible. ]

My master the Earl Alois Trancy, is quite familiar with your name. It would be difficult to mistake the noble they refer to as the Queen's Guard Dog.

[ but he'd also missed a spot while polishing the cutlery. so while the lack of mockery is welcome, he isn't about to disown Sebastian just yet. ]

I cannot say I have ever had the pleasure of meeting your master. [ he would remember if he had--especially as even his butler seems familiar with his title, which isn't exactly common knowledge in most of polite society. ]

Though what may I call you?

[ He wasn't done with the cutlery. Not yet. The knives were in perfect condition though, as were the forks. But that work was set aside. He knew better than to continue on while talking to a noble. ]

Claude Faustus.

Claude Faustus. Earl Trancy's butler, I presume?

[ this is all rather unnerving, actually. there's something off about Claude, and the fact that his master knows Ciel but Ciel has no idea who his master is only serves to further his suspicions.

he'll get to the bottom of this in one way or another. ]

I am. However, my master is not in residence at this current time.

[ And he's watching Ciel a moment with those eyes, eyes as gold as the cutlery he was polishing before the earl called his attention. ]

Were he, I am quite certain he'd be more than eager to make your personal acquaintance.

So I've gathered.

[ okay you can stop looking at him like that, Claude. those eyes are more than a little unnerving, but he looks straight back at them, bold and confident. ]

As I would be to make his. [ if only to sort things out. ] But as that isn't possible at the moment, it is best that I make yours in his stead.

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