#( ♔ ) interconnected subplot

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@wolfvirago

No  one  was  truly  alone  in  middle  of  Purgatory's  games.

This  was  the  sentence  he  really  wanted  to  expressing  with  brightness,  offering  all  the  reasssurance  associated  to  that  statement  he  wanted  honestly  to  share.  However,  how  much  this  was  true  ?  Of  course,  for  a  while,  inside  his  own  chessboard,  there  had  been  only  his  mind  and  his  thoughts  to  having  an  idea  of  an  plan  for  bouncing  back  towards  the  Golden  Witch,  when  he  had  indirect  allies  during  that  time.  Another  witch  had  been  supporting  his  position,  and  eventually,  he  did  managed  to  have  allies  along  the  way  …  When,  with  that  last  thoughts,  slow  decomposure  couldn't  help  to  return. ❝  You  aren't  alone  in  this  fight,  never.  ❞  He  actually  decided  to  bring  around,  when  thoughtfulness  of  his  expression  betrayed  his  wish  to  be  innocent.  ❝  It  all  depending  of  the  chessboard  you  are  coming  from.  It's  all  depending  of  circumstances  within  your  chessboard.  It's  all  depending  of  the  witch  you  are  facing.  ❞  For  the  moment,  he  wasn't  obligated  to  awakening  pleasant  memories  and  recollections  concerning  that  point  …  or  even  how  within  his  case,  he  had  to  please  the  God  of  the  Underground  with  his  chessboard.  She  needed  reassurance,  not  to  be  worried  over  weight  of  opponent.  ❝  Did  a  witch  take  a  dislike  to  you ?    ❞

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In  appareance,  yes,  everything  looked  as  best  manners  as  possible,  an  complete  idyllic  world  ---  in  which  his  tutors  didn't  wanted  him  to  cause  further  chaos  for  his  fun.  Another  vain  desire  of  their  part  in  which  he  remained  horribly  amused  with.  Concerning  the  underground,  no,  he  didn't  really  meddled  the  way  he  could  do  :  he  was  supporting  Philip  Butler  to  be  at  his  worst,  encouraging  him  with  complains  over  his  boss,  to  dig  potentia,  and  with  that,  he  was  pretty  much  certain  to  have  playfulness  of  the  century.  In  his  defense  the  guy  treated  him  same  way,  they  understood  themselves  !  Whatever  if  both  reached  to  manipulated  or  using  each  other,  for  his  perspective,  it  wasn't  same  feeling,  because  he  KNEW  that  guy  can  be  FAR  WORSE  !   Otherwise  that,  making  himself  at  ease  inside  that  kitchen  in  which  he  would  remember  the  layout  (  for  annoying  Sebastian  later  if  he  could  ---  he  never  say  no  to  a  challenge  )  Imaginary  thoughts  about  chocolate  making  him  so  dreamy.  If  things  were  similar  to  his  twin,  the  demon  would  have  take  opportunity  to  anticipating  things  ---  since  he  never  knew  what  could  be  surprises  offered,  and  no  wonder  the  butler  of  the  house  will  be  annoyed  to  handling  so  many  things  at  same  time.  Well,  if  he  was  experiencing  his  presence  long  enough,  he  would  reconsider  how  Phantomhive  was  an  understanding  nice  brat  compared  to  him  ---

He  didn't  have  the  luxury  to  be  treated  as  the  king  he  could  be.  He  should  be,  but  he  always  has  remained  somewhere  alone,  in  an  corner,  hidden  or  at  best  ignored  he  had  to  learn  to  do  things  himself  ---  when  he  requested  an  particular  level  of  perfection.  Imposed  that  rudeness  to  other,  and  was  terrible  to  be  content  in  which  he  was  given  that  good  luck  to  his  tutors,  whatever  how  powerful  and  dangerous  they  were  !  By  the  look  of  Phantomhive,  he  understood  at  once  he  barely  has  been  down  there.  By  the  look  of  Phantomhive,  he  understood  he  did  lived  that  luxury  life  he  really  craved  to  have.  For  once,  he  wasn't  going  to  complain.  For  once,  he  wasn't  going  to  be  jealous.  There  was  someone  else  reflected  it.  Watching  over  the  gaze  he  was  pointing,  an  huge  smile  flattered  his  features.  ❝  Or  it's  the  preparation  of  the  snack  of  the  day.  ❞  Ah,  he  could  well  imagine  what  a  paradise  it  must  have  been,  living  with  so  many  people.  By  dint  of  educating  himself  in  his  books  and  having  no  choice  to  make  if  he  didn't  want  to  starve  to  death,  he  knew  how  much  time  was  spent  just  to  have  a  good  meal  ---  and  for  someone  who  had  known  the  street,  he  knew  something  about  it,  but  had  found  ways  to  get  by  !  Regardless,  since  he  was  curious,  and  opening  metaphorically  that  cloche  can  have  another  meaning  for  him,  he  was  on  the  way  to  look  under  the  cloche,  nevertheless,  Phantomhive  words  pushed  him  to  stop  as  there  was  interest  over  the  proposition.  ❝  I  hope  there  are  a  few  ingredients  left  because  cakes  take  time.  After  that  I  have  time  to  waste  and  if  I  want  to  eat  some,  that's  all  I  have,  so  I  can  make  a  few  easy  things  so  that  we  have  a  small  buffet  without  your  whole  day  being  discovery  cooking  with  Alois~  Surprise  of  the  box  will  be  for  later  !  ❞  He  bounced  back  amusingly,  as  afterwards  spinning  around  happily,  began  to  explore.  ❝  Oh.  I'm  sure  Sebastian  premade  chocolate  in  advance  to  be  able  to  make  recipes  more  quickly,  there  must  be  some  somewhere  well  protected  from  the  cold,  just  like  dough  somewhere  to  make  pies~  ❞  As  he  spoke,  he  explored  the  kitchen,  trying  to  find  everything  that  was  available,  managing  to  find  some  dough,  as  well  as  a  chocolate  preparation,  looking  for  what  to  do,  looking  for  some  molds.  ❝  You're  going  to  be  my  needy  kitchen  assistant.  First  I'm  going  to  try  to  figure  out  what  Sebastian  has  planned  to  make  the  special  Trancy  menu  without  causing  chaos  in consequence !  ❞

So in other words, things were slow on his end then. Such as things go until something does come up. Chocolate? Well how the bloody hell was he supposed to know if there was any chocolate left. Ciel never came down to the kitchen, except on the very rare times if he did want to try to sneak a midnight snack without his butler knowing. And usually the Earl didn't waste his time poking through all the cupboards seeing what they had stocked. If there were any desserts already premade they would or could be hidden somewhere in this blasted kitchen.

Taking a glance around his gaze came to settle on something on the nearby counter. Pointing. "Hey Trancy, over there. If Sebastian did make desserts they would already be prepared, and under that cloche." Ciel was unsure how many desserts if there was any under there. But, it wouldn't hurt to look. Glancing back to the blonde, he seemed intrigued. "Special Trancy menu?" Hmm, risk looking under the cloche and having them eat premade desserts or trying whatever Alois could come up with.

"While I should choose the latter, you have me curious as to what this special Trancy menu is that you're talking about." This was a kitchen, so it wouldn't be hard to whip up something. "We can look around, see what there is in here. And since we are always stocked up on things, I don't think it would be a problem to make something. Even may be some chocolate."

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@schxdenfreude continue from here

"Hmm. What could have brought on this question... I wonder, I wonder...." Usually, those who begin suddenly asking questions of witches have been burnt in their past, or are chasing after some sort of desire. But this frustration feels different. "Unfortunately, I'm not so kind that I'd divulge the nature of my magic so easily! Perhaps I am an omnipotent with the same skills as a God, or perhaps I brew potions over a cauldron day in and day out, or perhaps I haunt lost children deep in the forest! Ahhhh, I wonder which is the turth! Kihihihii....!"

Witch  had  been  for  too  long  simply  an  word  balanced  to  his  face.  By  what  nonsense  the  Doctor  became  one  ?  What  he  was  exactly  talking  about  with  that  word,  and  why  that  single  term  was  more  powerful  than  be  an  Time  Lord,  huh  ?  He  never  have  been  flattered  by  an  clear  meaning  on  the  matter  …  and  cannot  say  he  loved  his  travels  inside  that  higher  spheres.  Witches  were  crazy.  Witches  were  insane.  Witches  when  that  much  evil  he  feel  truly  offended  to  be  considered  inferior  than  him  ---  the  Master.  Witches  wore  his  name  like  a  veil,  whether  they  were  guardians  of  a  'chessboad'  or  a  traveler,  they  dominated  his  name…and  he  didn't  like  that.  He  was  supposed  to  rule  them  all  ---  to  be  the  Master  of  all  the  witches  !

If  with  Lady  Bernkastel,  his  patience  was  pretty  much  limited  and  his  ability  to  keep  his  calm  was  pretty  much  inexistent  since  she  was  representing  somewhere  a  miracle  he  wanted  to  touch  someday  by  his  hands,  mocking  smile  expressed  itself  as  she  was  referring  magic.  Yeah,  he  had  pretty  much  perceived   it  ---  magic.  Be  fooled  during  centuries.  Be  trapped  inside  an  chessboard  Oh,  even  the  incarnation  of  his  dear  Doctor  be  beautifully  manipulated  as  an  Piece.  ❝  You  are  the  goddesses  of  your  own  universe,  wouldn't  it  be  too  much  to  ask  to  be  a  conceptual  goddess  ?  ❞  He  requested  it  with  an  kind  of  unseen  frustration  who  quite  understood  that  point  still.  Another  laugh  followed  concerning  that  other  definition.  ❝  Cauldrons  used  must  be  very  different  from  those  of  humans.  Compared  to  a  visible  potion,  no  one  knows  when  the  enchantment  started,  let  alone  when  it  will  end.  ❞  Another  laugh  followed.  ❝  Last  one  would  be  so  much  boooooring, don't you think, only unexciting ?  ❞

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@rosa-geminae asked an threatening starter

Ushiromiya Battler wished an comfort he couldn't get, nevertheless, as recently enter within the witches world, she had no blame towards that pleasant innocence he still managed to keep under his features. Amusingly, she hoped one day he would take implicit realization who resonated within their chessboard in the moment the Witch of Paradoxes showed up to them --- though the knowledge migth be something horribly funny coming from an particular perspective, though the realization will be an terrible emotional shock all around his expression, and oh, she could already imagining decomposure of his features when the supporting presence of the God of the Underworld would suddently making sense ! She can't pretend be all alright with circumstances. How inside an cage in which she had been trapped with Lady Lambdadelta, and was used as an entertainment object with Lady Bernkastel, of her game to had been manipulated from another view… If Ushiromiya Battler could content himself of ignorance, and searching amusingly to escape Hades influence and indirect pressure upon the chessboard, as representative of the game, within her reputation who had been recollected by the God of the Underworld, she would someday forced to be leading an reatroactive observer move of an sealed chessboard. Did the perception of the game appeased her heart ? Did becoming the uninvited another witness of another tragedy reflecting her making her happy ? There was some things the God of the Underworld couldn't talk inside her chessboard, neither explaining why there was an remnant of pure annoyance within some of his expressions. That quest always mean to reach another truth, to discovering another fact over herself ---

With parameters of the paradox now understood, she had room for maneuver that could be considered pleasant if she were to physically appear in another chessboard. It was a freedom she tragically had to thank someone for, letting her become the light in the midst of the shadows, that little butterfly of hope in the depths of darkness ! In their mutual reflection, she could go much more room for maneuver to this terrible Witch of Illusions, it was a long-term support which was mutual to them. During all this time when she had explored depths of a past in which she existed and didn't yet exist, she had always remained distant, always a hesitation in her expression. She was horribly frustrated at not being able to interact with the players on this chessboard, either before the tragedy happened, or after under certain conditions, without knowing to what degree her other self would eventually interact. Nevertheless Hades had shown her the way, even Lelouch's selfish presence embedded in her chessboard had shown her the way. All it took was a strong impression. All it took was a few moments in an opportunity to find yourself recognized. Oh, she enjoyed the chaos it would cause. Sadly, she couldn't given hope right away towards the single person who was craving for it, however there was another nobe, in which her presence remained yet something he was hesitant to believe, in which she could use for the benefits of the action. In her retroactive move, she didn't just want to confirm the acknowledgment that had allowed Alois Trancy to become a witch. She wanted to help the players around her, help anyone she could. What better way to present herself to someone that can understand her situation as well as she did, and who was connected to the little noble Phantomhive who hadn't finished his long ordeal with the higher dimensions ! ❝ Hee hee hee hee hee, it’s showtime ! ❞ Second in which she had been able to lose herself entirely in her physical appearance did her good, where she paid attention to becoming again the one she had always been, the one in which she was recognizable. This time period should be grateful to her, she wasn't most horrible of the two ! Oh, she knew he would be confused, knew he wouldn't understand what going on, and what he done for merit that appareance ! ❝ Hm, what a drama in a world of demons, no one has deigned to pay attention and give honor to great, magnificent Bea~triciiiiiiice~ It's so offensive, oh yes, oh yes. Where is my pleasure in making another demon falter at my feet, appearing all dolice at my side, preparing me a lovely tea ? ❞ It was long term frustration she had never be allowed to expose concerning Claude. Knowing she was rambling without context, a terrifying smile played on her face, looking at him, knowing full well that this dangerous little game was only option to possibly create a positive chain reaction. ❝ It's a pity. It's a pity that you poor humans remain so pathetic that your existence becomes miserable. ❞ This sentence too she had kept deep inside her for too long, despite Lelouch having suffered wrath of her character, but had paid for it by having Hades not being easy with her. Internally, she had to take into account that he risked crossing other two, that Hades was still there even if he was invisible and Lelouch will return in such a landscape. ❝ It's so booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooring ! ❞ She pleased herself with her sentence before approaching him ❝ Tell me, nobleman that you are, have you done nothing offensive lately ? ❞

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@pointofviiew continue from here

"Says the man who watches people and probably plays a weird chess game that makes no sense. Oh and constantly angers Shizuo like he has some death wish now that's ridiculous! For that same pest to run when danger...known as Shuzo appears..that's sooo funny!"

Playfulness wrapped slowly his features. Masaomi-kun perspective was something interesting to heard, especially, concerning past circumstances between them, how he had many reasons to comment over his past actions (though none of that would stop him inside what he had been carefully planned neither how he wanted watching from the first steps consequences). His love for humanity had to coming with an intensive studying of them --- admiring every one of their reactions, viewing their doings in middle of created consequences, and remaining an closer observer that would staying behind meanwhile chaos emerging. Wasn’t it his main quality, to loving so much humanity he wanted discovering their entire potential, compared to how a benevolent underground doctor pretended only interest to such species? Wasn’t he kind enough to embracing humanity with that overwhelming love? Nothing had to be said concerning how he was watching. It was part of his job. It was his favourite hobby. Oh, he also didn’t cared if one unexpected supporter desired to watching him back, understanding the riddle of his person or giving him more possibilities of fun inside own particular manners of appearances games --- he could learn far more about how playing with the threads of people with an witch on his side, unable to been perceived unless an couple of lucky people … ❝ For you, how I play this game sounds ridiculous, nevertheless, it’s understandable for my rules~ ❞ He expressed amusingly concerning the remark of the young teenager concerning his game. It wasn’t a game meant to be understood by other people. It wasn’t meant to be focused over a tiny ridiculous single chessboard, in which established rules were simple. Oh, he expected no one actually achieving to understand each of his moves, even if such unexpected challenger of a witch ached solving him --- in same manner he was studying that strange guest of a kid. Sound of a betraying amusement dared escaped his lips for a couple of seconds, before increasing further inside a condescending mockery when Shizu-chan was mentioned. ❝ Shizu-chan and me have a long story together~ ~ Someone need to remember to Shizu-chan how an error of nature he represents, what better person than myself for showing my affections~ ❞ Positive feelings were intended within that mockery approach regardless if emotions diverged on his sentences. How Shinra managed even to breathe closer to Shizuo was something he couldn’t manage to understand, would never be able to understand, though, accidentally, he was amused by how his best friend was attached by an inhuman being he was so much passionate with … ❝ You might notice how humans being ridiculous is their special charm, it’s so admiring~ ❞

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@godstrayed continue from here

　"Tell me, what do you find most amusing? The fear? The desperation? Or perhaps the occasional defiance of those who dare challenge your domain?" At least someone could appreciate them for what they were. Loki's tone was light-hearted yet tinged with something uniquely indistinguishable. "Mortals scrambling, souls bargaining, and all the while, you maintain your icy composure amidst chaos."

His own games were often motivated and petty something he could openly admit. "How can I get an invitation to spectate the Underworld? I find myself curious too. One trickster to... another." Although he wouldn't consider them the same, far from it; only two gods teetering on their own divinity.

Minus  various  Holy  Wars  across  the  centuries,  in  which  right  now,  it  remained  an  simple  hobby  in  which  he  was  partially  bored,  he  remained  an  simple  shadowing  observer  who  didn't  have  by  habit  to  interfere.  Eventually,  with  circumstances  aid  pulled  into  situation  of  his  protegee,  if  some  reactions  were  done,  his  small  influence  upon  events  would  help  them  to  get  out  of  unpleasant  moments.  Of  course,  for  too  long,  he  had  wished  doing  more  than  just  that  ---  influencing  the  ground  from  an  far  away  landscape,  in  which  his  imposing  perspective  and  power  could  easily  transforming  the  result  he  already  knew  of  …  Nevertheless,  the  realm  of  the  Underground  rarely  left  him  room  for  rest,  neither  how  omnipresence  of  Hypnos  and  Thanatos  remembering  him  to  his  responsabilities.  It  had  been  only  recently,  by  how  circumstances  turned  for  one  chessboard,  he  had  imposed  an  independance  over  his  decisions  and  his  own  little  pleasure  ---  How  much  he  managed  to  lie  to  himself,  to  protecting  the  game  of  his  emotions,  to  twiting  his  own  feelings,  was  something  only  the  shadows  knew  …  and  well,  one  kid  inclined  to  play  with  it  !  Natural  reaction  had  to  be  presented  to  showing  his  face  in  front  of  other  places  he  had  remaining  observer,  now  his  presence  had  been  purely  acknowledged  by  an  couple  of  players,  now  he  was  weighting  falsely  all  the  responsabilities  of  an  game  in  which  he  wasn't  the  villain.  Playfulness  have  been  offered  within  his  confession,  but  the  words  remained  honest.  Loki  needed  to  receive  that  compliment,  when  him  as  another  deity  would  support  him.  Especially  since  he  had  to  deal  with  one   illusionnist   …

❝  Whatever  mortal  challening  themselves  a  deity  should  be  expected  to  be  scared,  though  I  do  enjoy  the  fearless  ones.  The  ones  imposing  themselves  in  front  of  an  god  thinking  they  knew  better,  realization  of  their  true  place  is  only  an  even  more  powerful  pleasure,  to  make  them  believe  until  the  last  moment  that  they  can  have  the  advantage.  ❞  It  had  been  his  offensive  line  with  the  Athena  Saints,  with  Pegasus,  a  lot  with  the  Emperor  of  Britannia.  Concerning  the  kid,  concerning  Deimos  ---  regardless  if  he  had  been  emotionally  touched  by  the  blow  he  had  offered  him  by  creating  his  own  exit  beyond  what  he  had  perceived,  the  kid  remained  unaware  how  he  was  reacting  as  he  should  be,  which  remained  his  advantage.  ❝  I  wish  I  could  confess  I  came  to  be  bored  of  their  despair  but  ---  ❞  He  admitted  with  an  broken  smile,  before  further  playfulness  showing  up  in  his  face.  ❝  Hopeless  souls  find  solace  around  my  protection.  They  found  the  comfort  and  the  reassurance  they  search  for.  Though,  it's  often  that  gentleness  end  up  push  behind  by  the  main  concerned.  ❞   Following  that  sentence,  there  was  an  smaller  laugh.  ❝  Main  qualities  I  admire  in  such  souls  are  their  boldness  and  their  perseverance.  Reaching  the  Underground  knowing  my  reputation  requires  courage,  stubbornly  wanting  to  be  right  is  a  madness  that  pleases  me.  Although  this  happiness  can  sometimes  be  annoying,  especially  when  my  challenger  doesn't  seem  to  understand  a  truth  exposed  several  times.  This  is  part  of  my  kindness.  The  moment  of  horror  must  come  much  later,  at  a  time  when  they  hardly  expect  to  handle.  ❞  Playfulness  inscreased  a  little  more.  ❝  It  had  been  the  case  for  an  couple  of  centuries  indeed.  I  now  take  advantage  of  the  human  emotionality  that  I  possess  to  be  more  expressive  on  the  subject.  ❞  As  if  the  moment  had  been  missed,  he  presented  a  dark  face  of  that  one  internal  pleasure.  ❝  I  can  show  condescension  towards  them  in an gentle manner~ ☆  ❞

Eventually,  his  expression  lowered  down  within  that  indifferent  and  seriousness  emotions.  With  his  own  illusions  crumbling  all  around  him,  there  was  that  desire  to  cling  over  each  little  fragment  no  matter  he  would  remain  mentally  hurt  at  each  reminder  …  Though,  pleasant  smile  welcoming  his  features  turned  deeply  honest  as  he  appreciated  the  compliment.  ❝  My  toys  are  the  simple  expectations  of  these  mortals.  I  have  spent  too  many  millennia  being  constantly  offended  by  them  that  I  owe  them  this  pleasure,  which  currently  makes  your  games  pleasant  towards  me,  knowing  your  situation.  Playing  with  these  misunderstandings  of  these  mortals  is  possible  way  to  make  them  understand  their  mistake.  I  wish  to  confess  to  you  that  my  games  remains  confined  to  the  Underground,  nevertheless,  for  a  long  time,  the  Underground  has  been  present  in  this  world.  Like  an  endless  shadow  I  can  play  with.  Like  a  heavy  feeling  that  engulfs  the  bodies  of  mortals.  My  show  may  look  like  a  web  in  the  sky,  or  a  simple  demonstration  in  the  situation,  or  even  by  my  encounter.  I  can  show  you  though.  I  have  advantage  of  being  everywhere.  ❞

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@hoovedrycal

An  attentive  gaze  was  watched  carefully  every  move  of  the  exposed  demonstration.  There  was  an  latent  consciousness,  concerning  how  his  expression  in  some  manner,  didn't  truly  changed  would  bring  some  wondering  questions  ---  in  which  sadly  answers  weren't  inclined  to  came.  It  would  be  rather  complicated  to  explaining  such  reasons,  when  …  well  …  he  did  experienced  it  though  his  own  particular  manners,  though  concerning  himself,  it  was  hardly  physically  the  change  could  be  exposed.  Excepted  maybe  one  thing,  one  tiny  detail  concerning  one  hobby  about  how  he  appreciated  sometimes  altering  the  narrative  or  himself  when  desired  projects  had  to  playing  a  bit  with  the  fabric  of  reality.  Nevertheless,  as  nothing  inside  his  emotionless  face  didn't  desiring  brought  an  misunderstanding  message,  lightness  within  his  blue  eyes  showed  clearly  interest,  brightness,  encouraging  and  supporting  gaze.  ❝   It's  quite  an  power  that  you  have.  ❞  He  had  been  hesitating  to  use  that  term.  Power.  It  always  meant  responsabilities.  It  always  meant  heavier  shoulders  and  an  consciousness.  It  always  meant  there  was  an  desire  for  more,  to  touching  other  spheres,  to  questioning  powerfulness.  Faculty  could  have  worked  but  it  must  have  coming  from  somewhere,  hence  he  had  preferred  using  the  good  word.  Particular  recongizable  habits  remained  anchored  within  his  behavior  still  ---  no  need  to  explain  why  it  sounded  perfectly  normal  for  his  eyes  to  perceiving  such  thing.  Naturally,  as  an  smile  exposed,  there  was  an  desire  to  protect  Regulus  with  such  responsabilities  he  had,  and  everything  in  the  sort.  He  was  never  complicated  on  that  domain.  He  was  spending  his  entire  life  helping  people.  There  was  always  somewhere  something  inside  his  universe  to  fix,  whatever  how  his  greatest  responsabilities  were  already  huge,  when  his  best  friend  would  still  complaining  on  his  inability  to  slow  down.  ❝   I'm  not  sure  you  did  born  with  the  ability  so  I'm  supposing  this  must  coming  from  somewhere,  and  must  be  enough  precious  for  you.  I  do  understand  the  concern  to  find  protectors  for  be  certain  it  will  not  fall  under  malicious  hands  or  be  altered.  ❞ 

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@rosa-geminae continue from here

The past few days Francis was plagued by an irritating cough; more so when it flared up at random times, especially in front of guests. Merely a tickling at the back of his throat, so he didn’t really think too deeply that it could’ve been a serious issue.

“I’m alright. Truly. Just a passing col-“, another cough ripped through Francis, and he took out a handkerchief. This time, the coughing lasted longer than the first one, and with every breath pulled from him, a sharp agony filled his chest.

“A doctor. . .”, Francis managed to splutter out to Trancy, doubling over as the pain increased, “Call for a doctor! Q-Quickly!!!”

All these weeks he had passed along his deadly curse never truly had been forgotten. Sometimes, he wished told himself he had been at his lowest, as he had been slowly dying within an complete impossibility as time moved on to do simplest of gesture … and yet aftermatch had been even more harsh emotionally. Even now, returning inside the noblesse society, focusing mostly on friends since he wasn't in state for keep up his 'status' in public space, he had been unable to exposing same brightness as he had before. Or even managing to function normally if his obsession for Phantomhive wasn't fed in one way or another ! Only, Phantomhive had been the one imposing distance for their mutual mental benefits, since he hadn't an obligatory reason to settled down within the Phantomhive manor and main concerned KNEW if he could grab an opportunity to settling down again, he might never again leave Phantomhive side whatever how many business he must have. On his defense, he preferred deal with the Queen's Watchdog than having to assume his underground responsabilities as Spider, especially when it incluced deal with Philip Butler. Phantomhive can't save him of the guy regardless disapproval, and he needed Butler approval anyways.

Hence, as much he was searching pushed away all the time he had been 'sick', he had an complete impossibility to deal correctly with sickness on his side. It was just triggering everything he had survived. It was no one fault. Afterwards some dreadful agonies that came randomly, he remained always scared, for some obscure reason, his damaged soul ended up to simply broke for handle nothing of the outside world … Appareances will came for later. Illusions will came for later. As he coughed, he was searching to be reassuring, as his expression decomposed in front of the agony sound he heard. There was a nod. Though, currently, he was frozen. Did he called a doctor before ? Did he even perceving Phantomhive calling one before ? Ah, these memories issues were terrible. Since he couldn't losing time in middle of his complete dissociation of the moment, he rushed for asking some glass of water to give Francis … and decided to ask an servant going around for a doctor. Yes, last thing to do concerning him was for a doctor to want to see him and note the disastrous state in which he was. Maybe whoever was coming might notice with his sad expression that something was wrong, but he didn't have to talk about it, right ? ❝ He will come. How did you catch a cold? I don't even remember any bad weather recently. ❞ He noted.

[lightcreators]

Showing  his  physical  fun  to  that  big  huge  world,  having  fun.  Here  can  be  honest  answers  he  could  expose,  at  least,  more  closer  of  the  truth.  On  that  question,  whatever  where  he  could  end  up,  whatever  where  he  might  show,  the  answer  will  be  always  the  same.  Being  an  annoyance.  Giving  another  reason  to  Hades  to  sigh  at  his  remembrance.  Gain  another  time  Lelouch  sympathy  (sarcasm)  for  had  dared  to  interfere  once  more  and  creating  more  chaos  it  should  be,  when  there  was  no  presented  tutor,  no  one  that  could  stop  him  !  Hence,  his  flamboyant  appearance  opened  his  hands  theatrically  proclaiming  cheerfully.  ❝  Just  add  my  two  percent  support  and  see  some  fuuuuuuuun  !  ❞  Ironically,  supporting  a  Homunculus  carrying  the  deadly  sin  he  had  been  a  victim  of  was  a  profound  tragedy,  but  he  didn't  care.  Most  of  the  people  he  considered  even  slightly  interesting  were  villains,  and  the  Gods  knew  how  much  he  needed  to  be  supervised  quickly.  In  middle  of  the  underword  circles,  apart  from  allowing  an  informant  to  have  his  total  permission  to  do  absolutely  anything  he  wanted,  Lelouch  had  left  him  very  little  margin.  A  kid  with  an  angelic  face  and  manipulative  ambitions  had  only  crossed  him,  while  it  was  fun  to  corrupt  him.  There  was  a  doctor  who  deserved  to  show  who  he  really  was,  beyond  his  pretty  face.  Was  Hades  going  to  massacre  him  as  soon  as  he  realized  he  was  causing  trouble  ?  That  was  the  goal,  my  friend.  He  would  do  everything  possible  to  show  his  great  love  absolutely  not  resentful  towards  Hades  by  disturbing  his  long  immortality.  He  owed  him  that,  after  having  released  his  potential  !  Mockery  sound  escaped  his  lips  when  his  expression  managed  yet  to  remain  as  brightful  as  it  can  be.  He  was  going  to  keep  quiet  about  a  comment  to  make  on  that.  ❝  I  need  attention,  and  I  don't  mind  seeing  whatever  you're  up  to, to make  it  more  fun  !  ❞

@lightcreators [ alois II ! ]

liked for a starter !

❝ WHAT DO YOU WANT ? i am a bit preoccupied at the moment . you should know better than to keep a lady waiting . ❞

[lightcreators]

@pupacirci continue from here

" Thank ya, been practicin' a long time. " She takes the compliment with a bow of the head. " Do ya have any talents? "

He  didn't  remember  the  last  time  he  ever  visiting  an  circus.  Coming  from  the  world  he  was  coming  from,  all  his  recollections  were  bond  to  other  priorities  he  had  no  remembrances  to  boucing  back.  There  was  awareness,  especially  with  his  name,  he  better  be  careful  in  middle  of  England  ---  though  currently,  he  was  simply  someone  unknown,  an  merely  visitor  …  It  was  middle  of  noblesse  spheres  he  bring  over  how  he  was  Emperor  of  Britannia.  ❝  Nothing  physical  at  least.  ❞  He  laughed  slowly.  Could  he  considering  take  an  intellectual  fight  with  Hades  as  an  talent  ?  ❝  Chess  mostly.  I'm  mostly  invigorated  by  a  wonderful  intellectual  challenge.  And  you,  how  you  do  find  motivation  and  inspiration  ?  I  know  so  little  about  it.  ❞

[lightcreators]

@schxdenfreude continue from here

" ..... What a precarious hobby that must be. "

Not that she's in much position to talk. She was the same when she was younger, though a bit more subdued. Despite her reserved nature, some of her fonder memories involve 'punishing' the servants who bullied her by switching their items around and causing trouble for them.

She was miserable back then. Anxious, sad, and lonely. Yet, she wishes she could go back to that time of ignorance.

" If you're going to pull tricks, that's alright... But please don't make too much of a mess. "

Oh  …  Considering  actual  excitement  he  was  currently  fullfilled,  receiving  an  comment  towards  how  that  hobby  was  precarious  left  him  surprised  for  a  few  seconds.  Well,  he  wasn't  exactly  causing  troubles  like  causing  a  simple  silly  mess  somewhere  for  escaping  boredom,  enjoying  opportunity  to  had  been  left  unsupervised  …  it  was  truly  creating  more  chaos  as  he  could.  Within  circumstances.  Within  what  he  could  understand  of  an  situation  or  a  relationship.  Or  just  jokes  going  a  bit  too  far  for  everyone  good  …  Hence,  an  offended  pout  betrayed  his  features.  ❝  Creating  chaos  is  timeless,  not  something  that  can  have  an  expired  date.  ❞  He  was  confessing  that,  and  yet,  he  was  the  first  person  not  wanting  personally  experiencing  that  concept  …  which  was  tragically  comic.  Inside  the  warning  she  giving  him,  there  was  a  little  frustrated  sigh.  ❝  How  much  mess  can  I  make  ?  ❞  Because  quite  honestly,  if  he  started,  he  was  going  to  use  the  servants  thermometer  to  see  how  scared  they  could  be  …  but  he  had  to  make  sure  it  pointed  in  a  very  particular  direction  of  one  witch  …  meaning  he  needed  a  bit  her  approval  of  his  desires  for  his margin.

[lightcreators]

@schxdenfreude continue from here

"That's a noble position, one that I should be more willing to take myself. Unfortunately, I'm too prone to boredom and impatience." Creating her own games is far more fun than taking in someone else's. Perhaps thinking that way is a sign of her eternal immaturity. "Ooh, are you admitting to admiring me from afar? Kihihi! To think that I'm still so popular, even now! I musn't blush!"

Compassionate  expression  resonated  within  his  ocean  eyes,  though  there  was  always  an  particular  emotional  distance  imposed  between  him  and  the  Golden  Witch.  He  was  admiring  that  story  from  an  distanced  perspective  since  a  while  ---  in  which  he  would  appreciate  the  game  who  was  unfolding  in  front  of  him  remaining  …  that  interesting.  Nevertheless,  there  was  no  particular  intent  to  turn  his  presence  too  loud.  Not  inside  the  current  incarnation  he  was.  Not  within  the  name  he  used.  An  shadowing  obscure  presence  who  flattered  that  chessboard  of  his  approval  ---  nothing  more  to  the  moment.  ❝  Discovering  other  chessboards  would  be  too  boring  for  you  ?  Too  much  impatient  to  influence  the  story  by  your  powers  or  not  wanting  having  everything  presented  to  you  ?  ❞  On  that  point,  the  Golden  Witch  had  another  perspective  of  another  person  in  which  she  shared  the  title  ---  initially  coming  from  another  time  period who  barely  showing  herself  when  it  concerned  another  chessboard  she  bring  good  fortune  with.  ❝  Or  it  would  be  popularity  of  the  mystery  who  are  representing  that  might  be  too  much  weigth  for  your  shoulders  ?  Scared  of  your  popularity  somewhere else ?  ❞  Regardless  his  questions,  there  was  gentle  understanding.  ❝  I  do.  ❞  He  finally  confessed  to  that  single  sincere  answer  he  allowed  himself  to  give.  ❝  Your  chessboard  is  very  famous,  and  I'm  just  one  admirer.  I  would  like  to  establish  this  popularity  one  day,  but  that  may  well  wait  for  right  moment of such reward.  ❞

[lightcreators]

Oh,  one  name  could  combining  everything  concerning  omen  of  danger  surrounding  tcircumstances  and  destiny  threads  of  the  Gods  :  Deimos.  As  an  parental  figure,  and  considering  he  remained  sole  player  of  entire  game  beyond  associated  concerned  having  an  half-awareness  upon  his  identity  but  remained  stil  ignorant  about  how  much  old  habits  could  resonating  and  reflecting  an  honest  truth  (  though,  notion  of  that  illusion  was  something  he  needed  to  observing  from  distanced  eyes,  as  that  boy  loved  pretending  falsery  of  emotions  even  in  front  of  emotional  realization  about  himself  ),  it  was  within  his  responsabilities  to  ensure  the  concerned  deity  wasn't  meddling  inside  forbidden  realm.  Nevertheless,  experience  itself  destroyed  a  long  time  naivety  handled  by  that  incarnation.  Oldness  maybe  generated  an  common  tiredness  over  humanity,  and  an  twisted  manner  to  flatter  mortals  with  lies,  gentleness  of  a  heart  had  stayed  pure  enough  to  be  the  object  of  a  silent,  incomplete  and  never  sufficient  corruption  from  Nyx  children.  Circumstances  of  current  Holy  War  ---  in  which  he  should  care  but  don't  anymore---  expressed  slight  change  of  position  he  took,  in  which  Thanatos  needs  will  not  be  answered,  in  which  Hypnos  manipulation  will  be  perceived,  and  in  which  he  would  have  to  maintain  an  specific  distance.  Previously,  an  entity  without  realm  could  bother  both  without  expecting  higher  complains  coming  from  consequences,  nevertheless,  the  brothers  would  disapproving  natural  casualness  of  an  kid  !  ❝  ---  to  get  lost  in  illusions.  ❞  It  had  been  entire  point  of  an  chessboard  in  which  his  background  position  turned  out  physical  at  last  resort.  It  remained  the  permanent  threat  around  an  reflective  boy  wishing  to  ascend to same dimension.

Overconfidence.  Presupposed  omniscience.  The  first  one  had  been  confirmed  with  Lelouch  behavior,  and  in  some  manner,  the  second  was  an  reminder  about  his  dear  brother  never  stopped  causing  chaos,  and  oh,  a  little  thought  for  his  niece  too.  Because  Athena  thought  she  could  know  everything  and  pretended  knowing  how  handling  circumstances  for  the  best,  though  let  her  voice  to  other  people  to  rule  Saints,  same  concerned  end  up  within  his  realm  quickly  !  Short  accepteance  of  betrayal  of  an  annoyance  that  never  removed  his  brain  was  perceived  across  his  smile,  as  he  responded.  ❝  This  kid  has  many  names,  but  he  is  known  as  the  Witch  of  Illusions.  ❞  He  smirked.  ❝  ---  although  even  this  title  only  hides  an  even  deeper,  even  more  terrifying  title,  an  overpowering  weapon  that  he  uses  constantly  at  leisure.  ❞  Easily  he  could  express  name  of  Alois  Trancy,  but  he  didn't wanted summon  him  at  the  second  …  when  no,  he  didn't  wanted  the  kid  watch  over  their  conversation  and  meddle  with  Loki  without  his  supervision  !  ❝  Oh,  believe  me,  tourment  is  an  delicate  term  when  he  is  around.  He  loves  deeply  torture  people  endlessly  inside  an  personal  cage.  ❞  Reason  why  gates  of  Tartarus  will  remain  eternally  closed  to  him  despite  all  his  requests.  He  was  dangerous  enough  without  having  knowledge  of  this  place  !  ❝  It's  inevitable,  god  of  trickery  that  you  are,  he  will  see  a  certain  interest  in  meeting  you,  although  my  presence  remains  purely  supportive .There  are  certain  oppressions  that  remain  anywhere,  and  he  represents  one  of  emotions  that  we  provoke  in  mortals,  beyond  all  illusory  aspect  that  he  uses  as  a  playground.  Someone  has  to  represent  the  dread,  right  ?  Eternal  chills  upon  the  body,  hopelessness  features,  slight  emotion  of  upper-hand  ---  it's  that  kid.  ❞

　The truth was that Loki's motivations were driven by a thirst for power, entertainment, and sheer mischief. He had no regard for mortals or their struggles; they were mere pawns in his games and ambitions. Even other gods and deities were valuable only insofar as they served his purposes. His world revolved entirely around himself—a potential fatal flaw, yet one he would face head-on. He was intrigued to see where Hades might fall within this framework.

“What is it that you find so dangerous?” Loki inquires, his head tilting with a dangerous curiosity. What secrets might the other possess that @lightcreators does not? It remains unspoken, but he welcomes the opportunity to challenge his own causes, finding glory in such self-examination. “And who is this child you mention? Someone to vex and torment Thor?” His curiosity is piqued, and he admits, “You have certainly captured my interest.” ╱ continued.

[lightcreators]

@schxdenfreude continue from here

"If you think blind faith can carry you through this world, then by all means, I have no right to stop you. But don't expect me to do the same." Even though she says that, her tone is laced with judgment. She can't imagine herself acting with such flimsy backup.

"Though, I have to wonder. Faith in what exactly? Yourself? A higher power? A loved one? Beliefs and devotion change from person to person. What is it that fills you with this much confidence?"

He  couldn’t  express  disappointment  ---  he  had  been  expecting  that  kind  of  disagreement  …  Nevertheless,  as  dramatic  as  it  was,  he  desired  believe  she  might  trust  some  portions  of  his  words,  taking  all  the  hope  within  them.  Something  he  did  so  vividly  before,  carry  on  regardless  if  the  result  didn’t  ending  up  as  he  was  expecting,  as  he  wanted  hoping  influence  of  his  words  or  his  presence  would  made  eventually  an  difference  …  that  he  would  make  better  humans  he  came  across.  She  probably  won’t  understand  why  it  was  so  much  important.  Actually,  he  couldn’t  told  her  the  reason  why  it  was  so  vital  for  him  …  Playfulness  resonated  within  a  short  instant  within  his  features,  as  there  will  a  strange  resonance  of  the  tragedy.

  Tragedy  of  the  one  she  had  been  victim  of  … 

  ...  but  also  all  the  ones  he  had  been  carrying  away.

 ❝  Don’t  you  have  faith  in  something,  something  that  giving  you  hope  ?  ❞  He  asked  as  innocently  as  possible,  as  there  was  awareness  his  future  rambling  will  touching  important  points.  Remembrances  he  should  left  behind,  direct  interferences  he  couldn’t  frontally  expose.  He  appreciated  her  various  propositions,  when  he  would  have  loved  confessing  the  first  one  as  main  argument  ---  or  the  third.  Second  one  was  a  bit  complicated  when  he  passed  twelve  years  remembering  he  had  been  an  witch  the  whole  time,  had  been  a  witch  a  long  time  ago  …  and  that  past  remained  yet  present,  within  another  exposed  cat  box  in  which  he  was  the  dead  cat,  in  which  resurrection  had  came  from  the  most  uncanny  of  manners.  ❝  Oooh,  you  steal  away  words  out  of  my  lips.  I  would  love  say  I’m  confident  but  I’m  trying  to  be.  Good  time  of  showing  off  had  been  a  bit  behind  me  considering  how  life  had  been  hard  these  days.  Humanity.  Didn’t  you  believe  in  humanity  ?  Probably  not.  Possibly  not  with  how  Ushiromiya  Eva  blaming  you  and  treating  you  the  whole  time  ---  ❞  He  was  pulling  himself  in  trouble,  but  regardless,  he  would  have  to  facing  judgement  when  it  came  from  that  last  chance.  It  couldn’t  be  worse  than  that  day  …  It  couldn’t  worse  than  the  day  of  the  tragedy  …  ❝  I  always  believed  in  the  goodness  of  humanity.  Always.  Sometimes  be  disappointed,  sometimes  exasperated  of  some  of  their  decisions,  but  humans,  always  moving  on,  always  found  amazing  ways,  always  surviving  on  their  own  manners  …  ❞  Sadness  wrapped  his  expression  at  once,  as  brown  eyes  remained  within  that  distress  as  he  couldn’t  finish  his  rambling  in  front  of  her.  He  learned  the  hard  way  how  it  wasn’t  always  the  case sadly. 

How  humanity  can  be  their  own  monsters.

[lightcreators]

@that-butler continue from here

This boy was a bit of a handful. Honestly, his master seemed more like an angel at times, but it is still a learning experience to see what a normal child is actually like.

"Yes, the Phantomhive family has quite the magnificent garden." He wonders if he's seen white roses before? Come to think of it, probably not given Jim's background from what he's looked into.

Amusing was how he lightly appreciated the landscape around Phantomhive's mansion … in an better approach than his own … Maybe because it was Phantomhive : he was envious about everything the boy was, regardless how he had the exact same thing. Noblesse sphere loved Phantomhive … compared to him. If he could, he could annoy Phantomhive all day, not even try to behave himself for one second and leave him alone breath for one tiny second --- he needed attention. He needed eternal attention, and Phantomhive was inclined to answer it ! Whatever if he showed how an terrible boy he was, he could scream, he could cry, he could remain silent, his head would decomposing with emotions and oh, it was wonderful ! ❝ Quite an magnificent one~ ❞ How envious he could be cannot escape the gaze of an demon. Though, most of the flowers he witnessed inside his personal garden were roses … not inside that white color. ❝ Did these white roses had an particular meaning ? Something metaphoric ? You think your young Master will be mad if I offer him some for dinner ? ❞ He asked playfully.

[lightcreators]

@pointofviiew continue from here

Suzaku stares at the other. He kept silent as he recalls their childhood all the way to now. Standing face to face, were they leant to have an open chat? He wasn't sure he should express himself even now.

No, hw should, let Lelouch realize what effected him what they should talk about. But still... Suzaku hesitated. "You're right...So,Was there anything else you..you wanted to say?"

It was one of these conversations he avoided most of time. Of course, if they could managed to talk more or less --- so many conversations, so many remembrances, so many events, so many memories were never mean to be opened again … awakening all the pain he brought towards his long-term friend … awakening all the blood he committed and everything he had been before. Nevertheless, it had been something he had been silently craving, as an silent wish --- offering to Suzaku an second chance in middle of existence, meanwhile his immortal one would have no comfort at the end … Hoping to give peace to one of his first friends, who allowing him for a long time, to live inside an world he had been trapped with, becoming another one of these pawns he had control with … Where to start was most painful beginning. Where he cold begin to admit things, confessing disastrous state of an heart who had been tourmented by appareances given to the outside world and the willing pain he asssumed inside his being ? No judgement was physically brought in front of Suzaku’s hesitation. After all, there was still dreadful remembrances about them, about what had becoming their relationship both had try to maintain … where he cannot expect compassion of his old friend to showing how he could still destroy life without mean to, even without his asset ! Hesitation was presented inside his expression, as purple eyes wasn’t sure what to say first. ❝ Remind you that I still care about you, despite ... everything that's happened between us. Despite future I gave and created for you. Not really things I accoustumed to say. Something happened, and I know perfectly well that you will be angry with me if I confess it to you abruptly. I paid for my dishonesty, beyond death, beyond my second chance. ❞