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[ He was never one for flashy intros, never one to be heard. Seen, yes, but not heard very often. While there were those who went about in their confusion and panic, the more curious asking about here and there, this particular one was calm and cool as you please.
He knew what he needed. Nothing else mattered.

There was a rather distinct furrow of frustration in his brow and the slightest glint of magenta in those gold eyes as he glanced at the device. Almost as if he had no choice but to use it if he wanted to get his message across.
He knew what he needed. Everything else would come from there.

It pulled at him like an incessant fishhook, itched like a mosquito that wouldn't leave him well enough alone.

When Claude finally speaks, his statement is rather clear.
Straight to the point. ]

My name is Claude Faustus. I serve Lord Trancy as the butler of the Trancy household.

[ A pause as he adjusts his glasses. ]

I believe my [ A touch of acid in his tone at the word. ] master, Alois Trancy is in residence. If anyone would be so kind as to direct me to him?

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[ ...different somehow from what he'd expected. ]

Yes, that's... he'll see. I believe he'll - I'm sorry. Good day. Gilbert - Nightray. Your master has... fallen under my care for the time.

[ A pause for consideration. Well this was unexpected. Alois made some friends. ]

I see. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mister Nightray.

[ Pushing his glasses up a moment. ]

I apologize if he's been any trouble.

Mr. Phantomhive gave me enough instruction so that he wouldn't be.

I'm to... understand you'd like to resume your service?

[ That name...

brb mini freak out.

Internal freak out.

Okay, maybe this wasn't so bad. Alois, he'd sensed but Ciel?! Here?! ]

[ Alright, alright.

Stop freaking out.

Calm yo tits, Claude Faustus. Play it cool. ]

You... don't mean Ciel Phantomhive, do you...?

[ Letting out a breath. ]

I... suppose it would be best for me to resume my duties as my master is here and our... agreement remains in effect.

...right. The maser of the house - my employer. Ciel Phantomhive.

Is that... if you have a message you want sent for him, I can arrange it.

That won't be necessary.

[ But this was interesting. Ciel AND Alois in the same place...? Okay, something's not right. Something's screwy. ]

How long have they been here, if I may ask...?

I'm afraid I only met them when I took my employment.

[...]

[If it were a dream, Alois wouldn't be surprised.

How many nights has he already spent walking around the Manor, unable to sleep, cradling that fucking video device in his hands and hoping to hear this one voice? How many times had he finally managed to lull himself to sleep by remembering Claude's voice? It could all be a trick of his imagination.]

I see.

[ Another pause. Clearly this guy knows too much. ]

Pardon my inquisitiveness but if I may press further?

[Yet it can't be. Not when the mark on his tongue burns in such a way. Not when those golden eyes are staring at the camera, at him, with such intensity.]

Where are you Claude? Tell me right now. [There's a hint of hysteria in his voice. He can't go through this again. He's tired of looking at Claude from great distances. From the top of a tower or from inside a bloody ring. In Nirvana, Claude was always by his side. And that is where Alois wants him to be once again. Right now.]

There's nothing for me to pardon. I imagine... it's your master, isn't it? I imagine you have questions that are within your right.

[ And here he is, the single bane in his current existence. Almost as if he had managed to justify the source of his tension. Sure this city was far larger than he'd expected and it certainly wasn't somewhere he wanted to be but... spiders were tenacious things, weren't they? ]

...I'll come to you.

[ Handy thing, that contract. Worked as a damn GPS when he needed it. ]

Merely the easier to answer.

[ A pause. ]

How long have you been employed here, Mister Nightray?

Fifty-six days on the count, Mr. Faustus.

[ yes, he kept evidence. ]

[ Another pause to consider this. ]

And you say my master and Ciel Phantomhive have been here longer than you have?

I'm saying that I don't know beyond that. You'll... want to know how your master's been kept.

[ ahem. ]

He hasn't taken any illness. I haven't... had the chance to look into his studies. As for his eating habits - I'll have to apologize. I'm afraid I've been giving him mostly what he asks for. He's... willful.

[I'll come to you. I'll come to you. I'll come to you. How long has Alois waited to hear those words. All the times Ciel told him Claude would never come back, all the times he himself had been on the verge of believing Ciel was right, he'd dreamed of hearing those words. I'll come back to you, always.

He switches the camera off and runs down the corridors of the Manor. He doesn't have a heartbeat anymore, and that's a luck because if he had, its wild pounding would be unbearable right now.

Now he's standing on the doorstep, with tears running down his face, desperately scanning the path that leads to the Manor. His eyes are so full of tears his sight is blurred, but he doesn't want to blink. He doesn't want to miss even a single second of the sight of his butler appearing.

It's a reminiscence of what happened in Nirvana. He was standing in that sea of bluebells, much calmer than he is now, and suddenly he saw Claude walking towards him. Coming back to him. Like he swore he always would.

And once again, Alois is standing alone, waiting only for him.]

I see.

[ Though the news doesn't surprise him, really. ]

My master has always been willful. It takes one of great patience to tend to him with such fastidiousness and I must commend you for that, Mister Nightray.

I take it we'll find ourselves working rather closely together then?

That's for Mr. Phantomhive to decide.

[ Perhaps the sight of Claude approaching amongst those bluebells was a sight of calm, this would probably be more akin to an oncoming storm so to speak. There was an unmistakable determination in those intense gold eyes that had barely spoken of any hint of warmth though they burned like liquid fire.

The feeling is foreign to him. There's something amiss as he approaches the manor. There's something about this he doesn't like and it has nothing to do with the boy about to welcome him to his newfound prison.

But there would be time for that later.

For now, he approaches, the ever familiar figure. Unchanging at the very least. Upon sight of his master, the mask goes up once more. Time to play the ever loyal servant to this impetuous brat until this all makes sense. He only stops to deliver a bow from the waist. The perfect sign of his obedience. ]

I apologize for making you wait.

[ There's the tiniest smirk from that though. ]

Perhaps I'll have the pleasure of speaking to him personally come the time. Thank you for your patience, Mister Nightray.

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