10th

[splitthebaby]

It's a shame winter doesn't last longer. I would like to see more snow, don't you think, mom?

[Merem and Ciel are taking a walk in the park, enjoying the warm weather like a normal family. Keywords there on normal. Unfortunately, there's an interloper here in the form of Arcueid, the Princess of the True Ancestors.]

IDIOT NUN!!

[The White Princess takes a hefty swing and nails Ciel right in the stomach. Even though she should be in horrid pain, she's still smiling. And she keeps smiling after a few more punches go to her face, which causes Arcueid to pause.]

What are you doing, Princess? This kind of thing is useless, you know? Watch and see.

[Merem grabs Ciel's arm and without pause, pulls her down and bites her neck. All the way through. Her head rolls off in a small spray of arterial blood and Merem grabs it before it hits the ground. The Crown starts to spin the head around on his finger struggling to balance it like a basket ball.]

See? It has to be like that.

I didn't want to kill her, I just wanted to beat her up for being stupid. I guess she managed to run away by getting droned because she knew what was coming. Or I guess maybe she didn't. Either way that shell is useless so you can do what you want with her.

[WELL. At least one of them is impressed with Merem's mad skillz.

Arcueid and Merem will be replying separately.]

Comments

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

[The boy thinks to highly of her, and it kind of throws her off...so she's really not sure how to respond to that. So, instead of trying, she simply looks over at the corpse.]

Just eat it, I'm sick of looking at her.

[wise-king.livejournal.com]

[He sighs and summons up one of his demons, tosses the rest of the body into it, and unsummons it. There, dead Ciel is gone.]

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

Now you should go get a malt and see how much better it is.

[wise-king.livejournal.com]

I'll pass. It has a nasty quality compared to things the Vatican supplies.

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

[Arc wants this to be a discussion about delicious food so badly, but she knows it won't be.]

I would want to ask what they supply if I knew it was actually food.

[wise-king.livejournal.com]

For Burial Agents? Anything we want. After all, we can kill anyone and not get in trouble for it so there's a need for keeping us pleased.

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

Ew. That almost makes me want to be one. I could have what I wanted any time I wanted.

But...there's too many rules, from what it sounds like.

[wise-king.livejournal.com]

Rules? As a Burial Agent? The only rule is to pretend to worship god.

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

See, that's still too many. Nobody's going to tell me what to do.

I don't know why you hang out with those people...but I guess it's better than you getting bored.

[wise-king.livejournal.com]

In return for working for them, they supply me with historical and holy artifacts to study.

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

That sounds boring, though.

I get to go watch movies and stuff, and watch the humans have fun at night.

It really seems like they stop being so uptight when it's dark out.

[wise-king.livejournal.com]

I can do that too but I've seen too much of that in my day.

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

You shouldn't act like such an old man with a face like that.

But I guess your situation probably is different than mine, even though mine is more fun.

[wise-king.livejournal.com]

You've been to Japan, for one. I haven't.

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

You should go! They're really, really weird but they have a lot of fun stuff.

[Arcueid stops to think about that for a moment before pulling a 180.]

Actually okay maybe you shouldn't go.

[wise-king.livejournal.com]

Why the sudden change?

[makemebreakfast.livejournal.com]

I dunno it probably wouldn't turn out as fun for you.

[Doesn't really want to explain the "magic" that is Misaki City. She also wouldn't want him wandering around her stomping grounds.]

[wise-king.livejournal.com]

If you say so, then it's true.