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towerofanimus2012-05-17 09:36 pm
xthearaneae) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-17 09:36 pm
Entry tags:
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. ]
--
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. ]
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. ]
--
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. ]
no subject
[ 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. ]
no subject
[ 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.
no subject
[ 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.