|~Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler)~| 7x7 Roleplay

[Silvia Kuroi 1,480]

(Oh I know. Luke fon Fabre was like that in Tales of the Abyss.)

 

Veran nodded and bowed, glad that his mistress was pleased with the meal he had prepared. So as long as he could manage to always prepare a wonderful breakfast, he knew he would remain an impeccably perfect butler.

"Mmh? Clothing? Yes, I have prepared some suitable attire for a day out with m'lady's fiance. I hope this set is suitable." Veran asked, presenting to her a lovely white silk tunic, that was completed with a black skirt, black stockings, and a thin scarf.

 

"The weather is fairly chilly, but should be not be enough to chill my mistress."

[echo 69]

Cory stepped down from her ladder to admire her work. "Much better" she mumbled to herself stowing the ladder and shears in the shed. She then grabbed a spray bottle full of soapy water she had prepared the day before and set out to spray the roses. She had specially planted white roses this year having to hunt all over London to get them. However she knew they were some of Lady Aya's favorites and it was all she needed as incentive for finding them. She carefully spritzed the water onto the leaves to keep away harmful insects and diseases. She shrugged off her coat folding it over a bench not too far away from the rose garden as the tree trimming had caused her to warm up.

[Stardustblade358 806]

"My beloved Samael,please come in."The strained old voice called from within the room. Samael opened the door as he walked inside. Resting upon the victorian canopy bed laid his father. The Duke of Pandora had recently fallen ill,and at the moment couldn't get out of bed without coughing or falling back to the ground. "Good day father."Samael muttered. "How is my beloved prince doing?"His father smiled,even as he let out a few coughs. Samael walked closer. "I am doing alright. But what about you? Your illness has stuck with you ever since last month. Are the doctor's medicines not working?"Samael asked as he stood by his father's bedside. "Surely it's that they haven't figured out the right medicine yet. Maybe it's just a very lengthy recovery. Bah,it could be many things,but surely nothing serious."His father assured as he let out this raspy cough. "As long as the fevers are kept down maybe you'll begin to heal soon."Samael said as he stared down at his father. The sickness has lasted for over a month. The doctors have given him multiple medicines but none seemed to do the trick but too only prolong the sickness and buy time. It wasn't uncommon for people to get sick at this time,especially at his father's age,but surely most of them do get out of it,his father would be one of those,he hoped. "I'm sorry that you have to be burdened with my work while I'm like this."His father commented. "It's fine father. I must get used to it if I am your heir,right?"Samael said as he glanced at hi pocketwatch and turned to get some medicine from the counter. Ever since his father was bedwritten Samael would take his place in certain business,such as representing the family name in parties and events,along with making deals. The Pandora family was from what they would call 'old money',but along with that his father had created the Pandora Sweets Company,a sweet making company,mostly chocolate,that sold around the world due to its unique flavors gathered from different uncommon ingredients. "Here father,say ahh."Samael said as he had his father take a spoonful of medicine. His father took it as he rested back,having a bad aftertaste from it. "Thank you Samael."He muttered. Samael blinked a few times. "You won't leave me like mother did,right?"Samael asked,sounding a bit sad.

[Lady Aleister 1,677]

"I could care less for my fiance. Its not like I had a choice. Plus if it was my choice, I wouldn't have even have one until I was older." Aya said rather harshly, grabbing her clothes.

"I can get dressed myself. You are dismissed." she said seriously, shooing Veran away.

 

When her butler was gone, Aya took care of her hygiene needs, and started getting dressed. She made the tunic look too big for her because she put it on incorrectly. The skirt fit her fine and she nailed putting that on. She didn't exactly pull up the stockings correctly, and didn't bother putting on the scarf. After taking care of her hair by herself, even if it was still messy, Aya walked out of her room and made her way to her kitchen, barging in.

"I already ate, Oishii. Now unless that food is for anyone else, discard it." she demanded. 

[Silvia Kuroi 1,480]

It seemed that Lady Aya was as stuffy and bossy as usual. Seeing her go about her daily things amused Veran slightly, as he found her attitude and demeanor to be an interesting antithesis to the workforce of the mansion. At least, in the Butler's opinion.

"Today is as busy as usual.." He murmured, taking a rare quiet moment to glance out a window. He saw a gentle reflection of himself and smirked. A single finger traced invisible lines along his cheek.

 

"How I longed to erase those scars.."

[Stardustblade358 806]

Samael's father quickly rubbed Samael's cheek. "Of course I won't leave you! What happened to your mother was a sudden and unexpected thing...I can't leave you alone in this world just yet."Samael's father assured. Samael gave a soft smile. "Thank you father."Samael said as he kissed his father's hand in a matter of affection. "I should leave now. You need all the rest you can get."Samael said as he let go of his father's hand and walked away. "See you around,Samael."His father smiled. "See you around,father."Samael said as he closed the door behind him. Samael glanced over at his doll,which rested upon his shoulder. "What do you think Anabelle? Think father will regain his strength soon?"Samael asked. Silence. "Yeah. I think so too. Thanks Anabelle,you're so kind."Samael smiles as he sniffed the air. He quickly covered his nose. "What in the bloody hell is that smell?!"Samael asked as he walked down the hall. Right by one of the open windows stood a familiar figure,smoking to its hearts content. "Marco,so it was you. What have I said about smoking inside the household?"Samael asked as he scolded. The fourteen year old turned to Samael. "Didn't notice you were home."Marco said as he crushed the cigaratte in his hands. "I hate the smell of that thing...seriously if you're going to smoke could you please do it outside? Anabelle doesn't like it either."Samael complained. "I know. Forgive me Earl of Pandora."Marco said with not much emotion in his voice. Samael smiled lightly. "Well I can't blame you. You have the household to watch over when I'm busy,so you must get stressed."Samael said. "If you say so my lord."Marco said as he straightened himself up. "How is Lord Pandora Senior?"Marco asked casually. "The same as ever. He hasn't recovered at all."Samael muttered. "Oh don't worry too much about it. Surely he'll heal up soon and be back on his feet doing whatever an earl does."Marco said,which made Samael laugh gleefully. "You're probably right."Samael said. "What are today's plans?"Marco asked. "I was hoping you would come with me in a walk around town?"Samael asked. "If that is what you desire,my lord."Marco said with a bow.

 

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Character Sheet for Extras- (including villains)

Name: Marco (Marco = Derived from Mars. God of War)

Age: 14

Gender: Male

Appearance:

 

 

 

 

Biography: Marco is the son of a Shinigami and a human mother who died at his birth. He has been on his own and dealing with the wrong crowd as long as he can remember since his father wasn't exactly one to visit him at all. Living on the streets he taught himself different arts of fighting hand to hand combat,stealing,pickpocketing and lying. At some point he ended up joining a gang of thieves and troublemakers in order to keep himself from starving. One night (at the age of ten) while Earl Pandora Senior was at a party he sneaked into the Pandora's household property,climbing up a tree within the property and using its branches as a bridge to reach one of the windows and break inside. However as he did he found himself in the magnificent library,and right in front of him sat seventeen year old Samael,who was reading books until he was surprised by the stranger coming into the window. Marco instantly tackled Samael down,pressing a blade to his neck demanding him to give him some money and jewelry. Instead of being afraid,Marco was surprised to see how calm and excited Samael was to see someone to come 'visit him'. Samael offered Marco some cookies and tea,which only made Marco angrier as he started to shake Samael around. But with his stomach growling,Marco eventually complied. By the end of the encounter the two had made a deal that Marco wouldn't kill Samael and Samael wouldn't tell anyone,as long as Marco would come visit him at least once a week so they could talk and play. This went on for around three months. One night however Marco went to visit as he always did when he didn't find Samael in the library. Disappointed he went back to where he lived with his gang only to find that the gang had kidnapped Samael to hold him for ransom. Something seemed to snap inside Marco,seeing the only person who has ever been kind to him in danger. That same night with the same blade he used to threatened Samael on their first meeting,he murdered the rest of the gang in their sleep,freeing Samael and escorting him home. Samael was quick to mention how Marco had saved him from his captors,and so his charges of kidnapping and murder were dropped due to the noble act. Samael's father in return for bringing his only son back,asked Marco if he would like to come live with them as part of the household. Marco agreed for Samael's sake. They've been together ever since,Marco becoming Samael's loyal butler.

Optional Weapon:  Dual swords,knives,revolver and a lighter.

Anything Else-

-Marco is laid back and usually isn't very uptight with rules despite him being a butler. If it was his choice he'd walk around in underwear,or naked.

-Marco has a tendency to sleep walk. However when he does he is either in his underwear or completely naked,which has caused a heart attack or two from the maids.

-Marco is fiercely loyal to Samael. Being the only friend he has ever had he will fight for him and with him until death tears them apart.

-He doesn't have any high standards in regards of morality. So he will end up doing anything that he's told,regardless of what it is and concequences of it. (This is only excluded to animals)

-He will smoke when he's bored. Regardless where he is.

-Marco has a secret side that is rarely seen: If presented a pet or an animal,he will end up acting cute and lovingly towards it. The complete opposite of his usual way of being.

-He never goes anywhere without a weapon on him. This being said it has been said by Samael Marco hides weapons around and inside his uniform so he always has a spare.

Edited September 14, 2014 by Stardustblade358

[Guest DEADACCOUNT2333]

(WALTER!!! and can someone talk to my character?) 

[Stardustblade358 806]

Samael and Marco had made their way to town. Samael happily glanced around the town,still not used to this liberty that was given to him just about a year ago. He looked up and glanced over to Marco. "Hey Marco,you're popular with the ladies."Samael smiled as he pointed to Marco's side. Marco glanced only to see some young ladies from around his age glancing back and forth from him as they muttered between each other and giggled. "I'm sure that it's about you,my lord."Marco assured. "Oh but they're looking at you. Maybe you should go say hello to them?"Samael suggested. Marco thought about it. "I guess I could say something."Marco said. Only for seconds later for him to flick them off. "Ah what a heartbreaker..."Samael muttered. "I'm not into romance."Marco said as he walked around. He then noticed Samael had stopped walking. He glanced back to see Samael had gotten himself distracted at a flower stand. Marco walked back to Samael. "Found a flower you like?"Marco asked. "I was thinking,maybe I should send a bouquet to Aya."Samael muttered as his eyes seemed to gleam happily. Marco felt a bead of sweat go down his forehead. "My lord she's engaged,I don't think it's a very good thing for you to be sending her gifts and stuff if she has a fiancee going around."Marco suggested. "It's just being a gentleman! Besides I hear she doesn't like him that much anyway,fufufu~"Samael muttered gleefully as he bought the prettiest bouquet of flowers he considered worthy of Aya's appreciation. Marco was quickly appointed to hold the bouquet of flowers,much to his dismay. "I'm going to give her a box of my company's chocolates too. Anything else I could give her?"Samael asked. Marco glanced around. "Maybe a puppy. Puppies are nice. Or maybe a cat."Marco suggested,somewhat hinting,he himself wanted a pet. There was always the family pet but he did love puppies so much. "Oh I'm going to go visit Aya and give her this. Aya!~"Samael said as he ran off gleefully. "Eh?! My lord! Watch your step! My lord,wait!"Marco yelled as he ran after his master.

[『R』 570]

(Dawn, this is your character am I not correct? http://www.zerochan.net/1255485 )

 

 

 

 

(Yes. If the link isn't working then just search Khamsin from Shakugan no Shana.)

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(Yes. If the link isn't working then just search Khamsin from Shakugan no Shana.)

(YOU. POSSSTTT> MY PERSON TALKED TO YOU>>>)

[Stardustblade358 806]

Marco casually read the newspaper as his master was fanboying over how cute Aya was. "Hey Marco think that you can sneak around the house and get me a photo of her? Any you can find around the house will do."Samael squealed. Marco blinked a few times as he flipped the pages. "If that's what you wish sire."Marco muttered as he glanced down at the newspaper article. "Some young women have been going missing for the past few months. The only target audience is young women regardless of social status it seems."Marco said as he flipped the pages. "Oi how terrible! I hope my sweet Aya doesn't become one of those!"Samael said. "My lord she's engaged you shouldn't call her yours like that."Marco suggested. "But she's so pretty! She's so cute I could just whisk her away to a far away land where we would live together forever happily and have 30 kids together~"Samael squealed as he daydreamed about it,only to have Marco pop into his daydream to drag him out. "You're over thinking it again my lord."Marco muttered as he read the newspaper. The carriage came to a stop as they had reached the destined property. "We're here my lord."Marco said as he jumped down from the carriage and opened the door,helping Samael down. Samael held his flowers and his box of chocolates as she smiled gleefully. He loved surprise visits! "Alright Channel,wait for us ok?"Marco asked as the carriage driver rested against the seat,the carriage parked infront of the fence,but not blocking the entrance. "Yes sir."Channel said with a yawn. Marco quickly opened the gate and let Samael in,closing it behind. The two then sneaked around,quickly hiding in a bush right besides the entrance. "Ok,you knock on the door,Marco."Samael smiled as he gave him the box of chocolates and the bouquet of flowers. "Why me?!"Marco hissed. "If I do it they won't let me in because I'm a possible guy to steal Aya away."Samael smiled. "Ugh,fine."Marco said as he got out from the bush and stood infront of the entrance,knocking on the door loudly. "HEY,ANYONE HOME?! KNOCK KNOCK!"Marco yelled as he knocked. He was surely more pleasent when spoken to face to face.

 

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Flowers:

Chocolates:

 

 

Edited August 17, 2014 by Stardustblade358

[『R』 570]

'Fredrick' was putting on his new clothes. It was his first day as this cover. Luckily enough, the real 'Fredrick' had arrived in the dead of night bu the old butler, who left shortly after for a vacation, so he could act however he wanted. He might as well BE Fredrick. He wore the typical butler clothes, tight, clean, and very uncomfortable, but he was able to fit all the necessary weapons he needed to defending himself, and his boss. He looked out unto the world. He didn't feel too safe, they would find him eventually, but he would be safe for now. The mistress seemed strange, what with her attitude and all, but the strangest thing Was the eye-patch. Not that he hadn't seen eye-patches before... what scared him was how she got it was unknown to him... what would a rich, protected girl like her need to do to lose an eye? Run amok with a butter-knife?  

 

"...Not my concern..." He said to himself, putting on his regular gloves, and disguised them underneath the butlers gloves. He went downstairs. He smelled  the cooking, and went down to Oishi's kitchen. "Hello." He said to him.

"Good morning, Fredrick," Oishii said. "This meal, will be different, but still delicious enough to make your heart smile."

"How are you this morning?" Oishii then took a seat and sat down.

[Guest DEADACCOUNT2333]

"Good morning, Fredrick," Oishii said. "This meal, will be different, but still delicious enough to make your heart smile."

"How are you this morning?" Oishii then took a seat and sat down.

"Very good, thank you..." He kinda hated his new name... Sounded uppity. He hated the rich.... but he had a fascination on how they died... how he used to take them down. They thought they were protected by a wall of money... but their blood would spill like the people they ruled over. "I don't doubt..." He smiled. "It's my first day... Tell me, cook..." He said, sitting down in the chair. "How is it like... working here?"

[『R』 570]

"Very good, thank you..." He kinda hated his new name... Sounded uppity. He hated the rich.... but he had a fascination on how they died... how he used to take them down. They thought they were protected by a wall of money... but their blood would spill like the people they ruled over. "I don't doubt..." He smiled. "It's my first day... Tell me, cook..." He said, sitting down in the chair. "How is it like... working here?"

"Oh, well I shouldn't be the one you ask. In my opinion overall, it is great, but it tends to go in the opposite way sometimes. But don't worry, you will do absolutely wonderful." Oishii then looked around the kitchen. He had forgotten to put the stuff away. "Oh sorry, but let me put the pans, and dishes away, after I cleaned them." The dishes were a bit dirty, but still needed cleaning. He began to wash them, and at the same time got the dry and packed them, and soon enough he was finished with everything. "Sorry about that. Now, what do you expect from here?"

[Guest DEADACCOUNT2333]

"Frankly..." He said, digging a small spoon into the parfait. "...Safety..." He looked at the cook. "I have some family problems on the outside that I'd rather not get into. All you will be told is that i need asylum here for however long it takes." He looked at the food. "What is all this?" he said. He had never gone through the kitchens or dining rooms of his rich targets. Too crowded... He was never allowed that much food, except the meat and water that he was given or had to hunt for. Training.

 

"Oh, well I shouldn't be the one you ask. In my opinion overall, it is great, but it tends to go in the opposite way sometimes. But don't worry, you will do absolutely wonderful." Oishii then looked around the kitchen. He had forgotten to put the stuff away. "Oh sorry, but let me put the pans, and dishes away, after I cleaned them." The dishes were a bit dirty, but still needed cleaning. He began to wash them, and at the same time got the dry and packed them, and soon enough he was finished with everything. "Sorry about that. Now, what do you expect from here?"

[『R』 570]

"Frankly..." He said, digging a small spoon into the parfait. "...Safety..." He looked at the cook. "I have some family problems on the outside that I'd rather not get into. All you will be told is that i need asylum here for however long it takes." He looked at the food. "What is all this?" he said. He had never gone through the kitchens or dining rooms of his rich targets. Too crowded... He was never allowed that much food, except the meat and water that he was given or had to hunt for. Training.

"Oh, this?" Oishii said while pointing at the food. "It's apple cinnamon ricotta pancakes, grand marine souffle, and a tropical breakfast sorbet. It didn't take a whole long to cook."

"After all, I don't need my hands sometimes to cook." His face turned away from the food, and to his hands. "Be use to my delicious food, because you will never get tired of it."

Edited August 17, 2014 by DawnofRiku

[Guest DEADACCOUNT2333]

 

"Oh, this?" Oishii said while pointing at the food. "It's apple cinnamon ricotta pancakes, grand marine souffle, and a tropical breakfast sorbet. It didn't take a whole long to cook."

"After all, I don't need my hands sometimes to cook." His face turned away from the food, and to his hands. "Be use to my delicious food, because you will never get tired of it."

 

"What is that?" He poked the pancakes.  "What are theses...." He looked at the knife and fork, and clumsily tried to cut it. He then took his hands, and ate them like pizza slices. He was making a fool of himself.

[『R』 570]

"What is that?" He poked the pancakes.  "What are theses...." He looked at the knife and fork, and clumsily tried to cut it. He then took his hands, and ate them like pizza slices. He was making a fool of himself.

"Don't eat it like that!"He yelled. His facial expression changed a bit, but not to much. "It is pancakes, and when I was little, I'd cut them into pieces, and put syrup..."

"I FORGOT THE SYRUP!!!!" he yelled. He searched all over the kitchen for the syrup, and found it near the stove. "Ok, now." The syrup was on put on the table, next to the pancakes. "As I was saying, I'd cut them in pieces, and put syrup on them. After that I would have ate them with A FORK."

[Guest DEADACCOUNT2333]

He looked at him with cinnamon on his mouth, and whipped cream on his nose and fingers. "MMH?" he said, his mouth full. "Waah a ffurr?"* he said.

 

*whats a fork

"Don't eat it like that!"He yelled. His facial expression changed a bit, but not to much. "It is pancakes, and when I was little, I'd cut them into pieces, and put syrup..."

"I FORGOT THE SYRUP!!!!" he yelled. He searched all over the kitchen for the syrup, and found it near the stove. "Ok, now." The syrup was on put on the table, next to the pancakes. "As I was saying, I'd cut them in pieces, and put syrup on them. After that I would have ate them with A FORK."

[『R』 570]

He looked at him with cinnamon on his mouth, and whipped cream on his nose and fingers. "MMH?" he said, his mouth full. "Waah a ffurr?"* he said.

 

*whats a fork

"Your idiocy pains me," Oishii said quietly. "A fork is the three lined silverware. If you don't know what anything else is, please tell me before you touch or do anything with it." he said with a hiss.

[Lady Aleister 1,677]

"Veran! Someone is at the door! Go answer it." Aya yelled.

She was getting rather mad, she had asked Oishii a question however he didn't even notice her. Probably because she was rather quiet.

"OISHII! Are you even paying attention?!" Aya yelled.

[『R』 570]

"Veran! Someone is at the door! Go answer it." Aya yelled.She was getting rather mad, she had asked Oishii a question however he didn't even notice her. Probably because she was rather quiet."OISHII! Are you even paying attention?!" Aya yelled.

"Oh." Oishii turned and saw Aya. "Sorry, Lady Aya, I was too into our conversation, I hadn't known you were calling me. Excuse my behavior." He then walked over to Fredrick. He got close to his ear. "Be on your best behavior too." he whispered. 

[Guest DEADACCOUNT2333]

He got up, "Sorry, Miss Aya! The new butler will get it!" He yelled, and went to answer the door. HE grabbed a pancake slice to eat it on the way to the door. "Hello." He said, opening it up.

[Silvia Kuroi 1,480]

Veran frowned as the other butler moved to grab it first. Lady Aya had called for him to do it, not this other person. But....Veran didn't exactly feel any superiority towards the other butler. They both worked to serve the Lady, and so Veran would ensure that anything she said was fulfilled to the letter.

He grabbed the handle of the other door, pulling it open and bowing to the person outside.

"Welcome, to the home of Lady Aya."

[Guest DEADACCOUNT2333]

Frederic looked at Veran, cinnamon and cream still on his face. "Who're you?" He said, with a confused face.