towerofanimus | First stitch; entry

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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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[Books. It had been a while he was in a library, although this one was completely different than a typical one...astral projection? Really. What a strange series of books to be found here and this coming from a demi-fiend who had a fairy floating on his shoulder while he looked around, curious. He hadn't noticed Claude yet.]

Hey lookie Hitoshura! The History section's all gone! Like that network post guy said!

[She's right!...how odd.]

[ The one he had on hand was on horticulture but this is shelved at that sudden declaration. He makes his way to the shelf juuuust to get a look see for himself. ]

...so it seems.

[ And a glance over at Naoki though. ]

My apologies but I couldn't help overhear that little statement.

[Naoki turns to face him. He isn't batting eyes at Pixie or him like a lot of other humans are doing. How odd. There's something about this guy...]

Oh you're so polite! Nice to meet you! I'm Pixie the Fairy, and that's Hitoshura.

[ when Ciel returns to his room--or the room that's been designated as 'his,' at least; he's never had to share before--he's greeted by a rather peculiar sight. perhaps it is so strange simply because it is so familiar, but slightly off. a tall, dark-haired man in a black suit and coat tails polishing the silver. long fingers in pristine white gloves. but the silver is gold, and the man clad in black is decidedly not Sebastian.

after a long moment of consideration, he steps into the room at last. ]

You've missed a spot.

[ approaching the bed on the opposite side of Claude, he picks up a spoon. he can see his own distorted reflection in the bowl of it as if he were looking into a tiny golden fun-house mirror. but when he turns it over, the other side isn't quite as bright; it's something that anyone with a less discerning eye might miss simply because they don't know any better. but Ciel knows better. without further comment, he holds the utensil out toward Claude for inspection. ]

[Oh hi Claude, Minako just going to be a few bookcases down, straining to reach for a book just out of her reach. Help her?]

[Eventually, Ryu ends up returning to the room, a look that is both entirely irritated and generally worn out. Taking everything in with the current situation has been emotionally draining, to say the least.

He observes Claude only briefly, before taking a seat on his own bed. He stares for a long moment before finally speaking.]

You just wake up, too?

[ Perhaps he'd been too used to seeing other sorts of creatures to give any outward reaction. But if he does, it's hardly evident save for a nod back to Pixie in turn. ]

Claude Faustus, butler to Alois Trancy. If I may be direct, however... what do you both make of this?

[ And a glance at the missing history section. ]

[ 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.

[ Ever the perfect gentleman amidst this flurry of people and not-so-people. So yes, he'll be more than happy to help by passing said book down to you, Minako.

Kind of pays to be a six foot something demon, doesn't it? ]

[ And you just caught him in mid-polish, Ryu. ]

I would suppose.

[ Setting said knife back down after inspecting it and slightly adjusting his glasses. ]

Would I be correct to assess we all awake in this manner?

[Butler? His first thought was actually like one of those themed cafes but having an honest-to-goodness butler standing in front of him is pretty interesting. His reaction to Pixie as well.

He looks to where he points and rubs Naoki rubs his hand on his chin.]

That's what I told him! Kinda weird, you know? Maybe they didn't want us to find something out...

[Those were his exact feelings, to be quite frank.]

[The library is-- limited. At least for his current purposes, though those are nebulous enough that they all fall together under the heading of "information gathering". Returning to the Science section with a small stack of books he's no further use for, he finds a man re-shelving-- or no, he appears to be browsing, regarding the section critically.

Fuhito clears his throat softly before speaking. His tone of voice is low, but it has a penetrating quality.]

You haven't found what you're looking for.

[A statement, not a question.]

[Ryu nods a bit.]

It would seem so. Same way of awaking, same letters...

...all nice and organized, to start with at least.

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. ]

Indeed so.

[ He was hoping, at the very least to find something -- anything on the tower but to no avail. Of course, there was always the thought of asking other people but then Claude was never one for socializing.

But he shelves yet another book. ]

Would it be wise to wager you in turn have yet to find what you seek?

[ And more thoughtful polishing, as if he's considering this while he works. ]

An interesting beginning, to say the least. However, if one is to believe such things, this would be another matter entirely.

[ 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.

[ Well, honest to goodness as far as his front is concerned. ]

I wouldn't put it past them.

[ Glancing at the books again. ]

There hardly seems to be anything around.

[Yes, yes it does.]

Oh, thank you very much!

[ 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?

[Ryu looks at him a bit curiously, and leans forward on the bed.]

So, you don't buy what they're feeding us either, I presume.

[The way he says it, it's definitely not a question.]

[ 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.

[ A nod back in response, moving to shelve the book he had on hand. ]

Is there anything here pertaining to the tower?

[ Setting down his knife as he adjusted his glasses. ]

What they've said of our worlds being destroyed?

[ Look of consideration. ]

Not a word.

[Ryu muses for a moment, but nods.]

Yes, there's clearly a lot more going on here than we're seeing. What we see even just up front doesn't instill a lot of faith in their truthfulness. Then I hear about creatures roaming around this place, and death games...

[He furrows his brow.]

A friend of mine... Hidari Shoutarou... He's here, and yet the time he remembers coming from is months before the last thing I remember. Beyond that, he says he was apparently sent back to a ruined version of our world before being pulled back here yet again.

Even in spite of that, he doesn't seem entirely convinced, I don't think.

[ He takes all this in quietly, almost as if he's just taking mental notes. And perhaps he is. Claude was always a demon of details. And details, he found, were essential when it came to building a web in a new location. ]

Interesting.

[ And he muses on this a moment more, continuing his careful polishing. ]

I'm afraid I've yet to hear of the creatures or the... death games... as you so plainly put them.

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. ]

[She shakes her head.]

Not really. All of the history books on the Tower have been taken out.

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.

I see.

[ This brings a measure of emotion to those eyes if only but a fleeting minute. A hint of irritation, just the smallest one. ]

How curious.

I haven't found out much more information than that, myself.

Nor how difficult such things will be to fend off.

[ There was a pause now as he continued to polish his knives, turning one this way and that to check its shine. ]

It would be a rather obvious advantage were one to explore the tower armed, as it were. There certainly can be no telling as to what awaits us.

[Naoki nods at his statement. He doesn't quite believe the letter either, truthfully.]

Only all of us with collars and the monsters at night! I don't think they are demons either...

[She seems almost disappointed...]

[ Oh but this piques his interest. This piques his interest indeed. You have his attention, tiny fairy thing. ]

Demons, you say? Of what sort?

[Ryu observes him closely as he speaks, taking in the words. He certainly seems that this guy, at the very least, has his wits about him. In terms of just surviving this is a good thing, he figures.]

Right.

I've got that covered well enough.

You?

[ There is a momentary glance back at Ryu a moment before he takes two of the knives he's polished and throws them at the wall.

Despite the fact they seem to be ordinary butter knives, they've managed to embed themselves in rather deep. If this is due to the knives or the demon's strength, who knows really? But that should be enough of an answer to the question of him being armed.

Showing is better than telling, of course. ]

The selection is-- limited in odd ways.

[He glances at the volume in the other man's hands. Crochet.]
At least from my perspective.

My name is Fuhito. I'm newly arrived here.

[Ryu's eyes go straight up, surprise evident on even his normally stoic expression.

Impressed a bit, the corner of his mouth starts to almost curve up in a smirk, but it's only there for a fraction of a second.]

Good.

The more people that can fend for themselves, the better.

[As a mental note, he should probably get an idea of the sorts of people who COULDN'T fend for themselves here. If only to see who needed to be looked out for.]

[ There isn't a single change of impression on his face as he gets up to retrieve the knives and re-polish them. Showing was indeed better than telling considering what he armed himself with seemed like nothing more than cutlery.

Mortal men have underestimated more. ]

Certainly so.

[ Taking a moment to look at one knife in the light before setting it back down. His eyes glance slightly back at Ryu a moment. ]

Would I be correct in assuming you've seen the Tower for yourself?

[ Because really. First thing he did was read the letter then polish his knives. ]

Limited, you say? Would this include the missing history section?

[ How curious.
But turning his attention to Fuhito before offering a small bow back with a hand to his chest. ]

Claude Faustus, butler to Earl Alois Trancy who unfortunately doesn't seem to be in residence at the moment. Newly arrived as you are.

Parts of it.

Heard enough comments from others to infer that this is most certainly not the safe haven they want us to wake with the impression of.

Not even close.

[ Certainly, he'd felt it. There was a particular... heaviness in the air. It was the sort most clairvoyant humans associated with his kind. Though he hadn't gone exploring yet, Claude made up his mind to try and find the source of this heaviness. ]

Certainly not. It appears there could be far more than what they've allowed us to see.

[ But allow him to scoff a moment. Humans. Always thinking themselves so powerful. ]

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.

That there is.

Which is precisely what I'm looking to find out.

[Certainly, he's not the first person to think such a thing and he realizes it. But he's completely serious all the same.]

And where do you plan to start?

[ Because there's way too much, he figures. This is a big-ass tower anyway. ]

Not really, actually. If their history books had any information at all about how we could get out of here, it's understandable if they'd want to keep it away from us.

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First stitch; entry

Floor Nineteen Library

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3-16...roomie...

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Room 3-16 - Passing through ... sometime or another.

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=v= hi thar roomie. broski. babyyyy.

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Anytime~

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shh babby. No disgust, only love.

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You saw nothing. >3>

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[Gmail sees ALL. ... And then life keeps me from tagging. /sob]

;u; don't worry about it~

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(apologies for dropping this! jury duty!)

[Well, I'M impressed]

[ =u= That's the Trancy butler for you. ]

No worries! Welcome back!

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