mayfield_rpg | vingt-six † puppies come in all kinds

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vingt-six † puppies come in all kinds

[Phone - Public]

Good morning! This call is addressed to anyone who might be interested in keeping a pet. I have... a number [because hell naw she's not going to say 15 on the phone ~~provided a few didn't get lost along the way already~~] of Scottish Terrier puppies that are looking for new homes. They're around a year old, purchased at the pet store here a few months back. The previous owner can no longer take care of them, so I was hoping that maybe others would like to adopt them into a different household instead. They're docile around people and enjoy playing outside a lot, they're also all fit and in good health. [Not a direct result of being intimidated at will, forbidden from showing their muzzle in the house when a certain household member is also around, and forced to look for their own food half the time because the food's limited in the backyard, nope... THESE PUPPIES DON'T HAVE SPADES TO SPOIL THEM ANYMORE, but they do look ok and they're drone animals so no one can tell. SHHHH....] If you'd like to meet them in person, please feel free to drop by at 1125 Taylor Road at any time this afternoon. Thank you for your time!

[Action]
I. Taylor Road ;; Afternoon
[there is like

a dozen or something of Scottish Terrier puppies wrestling with each other on the front lawn. Ciel's somehow managed to gather them together after all, what a miracle... She doesn't look too enthusiastic about this, though, adjusting her glasses as she gives the animals a flat stare.

Close by is an angelic boy dressed in white with short and smooth black hair loitering by the fence. ...Oh wait, maybe that boy is the reason for her indifferent mood. Ciel's never happy when Merem (

splitthebaby) is around, is she? But Merem at least seems to be enjoying himself with the puppies. It's not like he can talk to animals and is here to judge any potential pet owners because he cares more about drone animals than humans or anything, NOPE

Approach?]

((OOC: Joint prompt with Merem Solomon, tags will be separate to make it easier for everyone o/))

II. Church ;; Evening
[Business as usual. If the Sister isn't in the front ~~pretending to be reading the Bible but actually working on less holy things~~ busying over something, you can probably find her in the back kitchen. The lights are all on there, easily noticeable from the side windows to any outsider. That means the place is open for tea and sweets and ~~dubious~~ sound spiritual advice for any wary of mind. Got nothing especially interesting planned for the night? Why not drop by? ~~Everyone's secretly heretical anyway.~~]

III. Church ;; Night
[It's past 10pm, and the lights are out. ...That is, except for a very dim one placed above the door to the back entrance of the Church. A robed figure slinks out, headed towards the small cluster of woods past the storage shed. It's late and no one really comes to the Church ~~except for select losers~~. Yeah, this may look fishy, but Ciel can totally take a few steps around her own Mayfieldian natural habitat without getting accosted, right.

...Maybe...]

IV. Around town ;; Late Night
[Patrol as usual. As we know, old habits can be hard to break. It's not like anything exciting ever really happens after midnight in Mayfield, but heck, Ciel HAS gotten a few kicks in the past stalking vampires and scaring them without actually doing anything because lol OP vampire hunter with all her regains back. GIVE THEM A TASTE OF THEIR OWN MEDICINE, HAH.

...ER, that is. She'll be swinging by the streets, traveling by hopping lamp posts and roofs and etc as usual, gonna stop by the park and downtown a bit to ultimately end up at Makeout Point. The view is nice, alright... ~~And there just might be something up there, that she may or may not wanted to check up on.~~ Also out for a midnight stroll? You might just run into her! ...Or she might end up stalking you for a bit. Hey, she never denied her line of work to be questionable...]

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[she really does spoil him...

yes it would be excellent if they just walked into the kitchen one day and each chair had a little decorated corkboard name plate with their names and kitschy pictures and stickers on them. anyway WATCHING HER LIKE A ~~HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO~~ HAWK.]

Why was she moved to the church at all? [his nose wrinkles] That's what I was referring to, yes, but it doesn't make much sense to me. That happened a fair while ago.

[babby bat...

SO FITTING... they'd sit on it anyway ESPECIALLY CHARLES oh no that's the cutest and dumbest imagery ever............ and just a sec ok she's almost done]

My 'new' daughter took all the place in the basement, and she has kleptomaniac tendencies. In the end, it was simpler to move all my things here, instead of confronting her about space issues at home. [tiny sigh...] It's just coincidence that you saw her today, though you shouldn't have ever been able to see her if you haven't had my blood first. [...and okay there, she'll be coming over with the tray. Complete with a dainty plate of almond cake topped with whipped cream and fresh blackberries, a teapot full of chamomile tea, sugar container with reasonable amount of sugar in it, two cups on saucers, napkin, fork, etc... the only thing missing might be a cream pot since she doesn't take her tea with cream, everything else is neat and orderly. FEEL FREE TO REMIND HER if that's an issue but otherwise she'll just be setting everything down on the table. Cleanly and gracefully of course, she's not perfect but she sure has enough coordination and common sense to do this properly. ...Not giving him too much reason to scrutinize and judge her, hopefully! If he wants to pick someone apart she's not the ideal candidate to start with, TO PUT IT MILDLY... ~~but then some people just make it too easy JUDGING IS HARD AND NO ONE UNDERSTANDS...~~]

[he would it's true... just sitting there with his cake and dumb little nameplate why is he so ridiculous

he only takes black teas with cream though, so the missing pot goes unmentioned. he doesn't need a reason to get his judging goggles on though okay!! but he isn't exactly aiming for judgment today since he already got most of that out of his system complaining like a brat about her daring to do other chores before serving him snacks... so nice...

and since he did wait so very long for this snack, he'll wait to reply until he's taken a bite of the cake. it's a good thing she has Abel for all the compliments since he's just come to expect The Best Quality from her and wouldn't give any compliments by now since that's the way it's "supposed" to be. SO BASICALLY no complaints from him is as good as a compliment.....]

Does she just stay in the basement here all of the time? That might be why she's so irritating, you know. The drone child is always hyperactive if it manages to get out of the basement. [same principles obviously apply here yep] Even if your blood does have special properties, I don't understand why its still affecting me.

[BECAUSE HE'S A BABBY...

okay cool ciel takes her coffee black too the cream is mostly for some people but at the rate of things maybe all she needs here is an unholy load of sugar... whelp

and yep in charlesian no news=good news!! she's just come to expect him to point stuff out to her if he wants it changed for future reference, like 'this should be more moist/sweet' even if she's put in the amount of water/sugar you're supposed to. Hence she won't ask either, apart from watching if his expression sours at the first bite...

no? GOOD NEWS IT IS THEN.]

Not always, she has chores to do during the day. She's usually sated as long as I leave a few carrots downstairs, she should know to stay out of the way during the evenings here. [Except Ciel sometimes uses her to basically listen in on conversations that happen in the Church when she's personally not around... +1000 stalker points right there yep] --And ah? No, my blood doesn't have any special properties. It's just richer in prana, so it should theoretically be more sustainable to things like you if you were to consume it instead of a normal person's blood. [a difference that he might or might've not noticed... she's downplaying it too, her blood is probably about a hundred times more potent than your average joe's...] But isn't that obvious? Seven is bound to me, and you've tasted my blood. As a result, there's a connection between you strong enough for her to be visible and tangible. That's all there is to it, so you don't have to look so worried. [our magics are different etc...]

[he really lives up to that title sometimes HOW SAD...

and yes as far as he's concerned sugar is all that's needed for some teas. others it would just be sacrilegious to put sugar or cream into, like floral or green teas... he tried to explain this to Abel once, it didn't go over too well.

his expression remains perfectly even which is indeed a sign that YEP this cake passes with flying colors. not that he wasn't expecting just that... he'd probably be shocked if he ate something she made and it was bad, at this point]

I see. She doesn't usually have a need to leave the area, then? Does she manage to do the chores well enough? [GOOD THING HE DOESN'T KNOW THAT, he would be much much warier hanging around the church. one can only hold so much stalkerness...]

I would think it's a natural concern to have. Alterations after a meal aren't exactly normal things, you know, even if it's small and only relevant to one thing. [he sounds a little frustrated... he can internalize other people's DNA structures from blood samples and understand that easily, but he has some difficulty with this prana stuff and being out of his knowledge zone is not very comfortable!]

[it's ok he's her babby

>explaining sugar to abel

see it's for these dumb things that you'll never learn charles. THAT'S A LOST ENDEAVOR FROM THE START...

well not bad maybe but she fully expects him to nitpick because good =/= ~perfect~. If he's not saying anything though, she certainly won't prompt him--!]

Of course not. She may be compared to a pet, but she's my familiar, so she does my bidding. She's clumsy and likes to complain behind my back, but she can take care of simple things well enough. [she def. won't tell him either STALKERS GONNA STALK...]

It's not really an alternation. Bodily fluids are just the best conductors for... magical energies, let's put it that way, and I'm surprised that you would've retained something like this after all these months too. Hasn't it been over half a year, now? My, time sure does fly. [don't sound so casual referring to the time you almost snapped him in half, ciel... well AT LEAST her blood type is O minus (is he surprised is he) so it should be... easy to digest...???]

[maybe one day he will learn... then again this is the person who thought teaching D-67 chiropterans opera was a good idea. EVERYTHING FOR THE SAKE OF CULTURE

he won't say anything... yet. gotta keep all the bakers on their toes]

She does sound more useful than that mouse. I'm almost envious that you actually have something that isn't completely moronic to help you. [except not because at least Horace couldn't talk... ear piercing shrieks are still better than high-energy people who won't shut up, in his opinion

also looking a little displeased CASUAL REFERENCES ABOUND... that isn't really a time he wants to remember.....] It's been quite a long time, yes. That's why it's a little surprising to hear something like that is still in effect, so to say.

[what a nigh hopeless cause...

he'd do well to stay on his toes more often, or at least try to. SHE KEEPS THROWING HIM CURVEBALLS AND HE NEVER CATCHES THEM EACH TIME...]

Of course she is, she's contracted to me for a purpose. [not saying what that really is, though. Charles doesn't need to know that Seven is the spirit of a sentient WMD specifically designed to kill vampires... reincarnating Dead Apostles to be precise, but DETAILS. She modded the shit out of it so that it CAN blow actual vamps to ashes based on sheer firepower alone, but again, details.

Going to sip her tea calmly in the meanwhile...]

It is as it is. At least based on the supernatural laws of my world, that would be the most fitting and completely logical explanation. [so no worries okay YOU'VE BEEN FINE OTHERWISE SINCE HAVEN'T YOU...]

[HE'S WORKING ON IT... kind of.... by "working on it" that means he's at least starting to recognise what the curveballs tend to be, does he get points for that??]

Contractual obligations always seem to work out better than Goethe made it sound. [well he's not really going to ask after the topic but that comparison sure was just made..... he'd probably get really huffy if he knew what Seven actually was, anyway. even if he's not a vampire he would still side with them over vampire-killing things if push came to shove.]

Well it's logical enough with your explanation, yes. [BUT HE DOESN'T LIKE IT whine whine etc. just gonna sit here sulkily and eat his cake...]

[...how about more gold stars...]

It's more tangible than that, but I'll spare you the details. [she's perfectly ok in him drawing his own conclusions, let them be senseless or not!! ...and yeah no need to tell a vampirish-thing that Seven kills vampires, hahaha nope.jpg]

So does that answer all the questions, Charles? [haha no don't frustrate yourself into a tangled up ball of babby bat again!! just pretend nothing significant happened today and enjoy your cake, okay!!]

[...how many gold stars are we talking]

Too tedious or too gruesome? [not that he cares or anything!! is he doing a good job at hiding his curiosity this time huh huh

sometimes ignorance really is bliss]

More or less. The one I found most disconcerting, at any rate. [he's been more of a tangled ball of frustration than usual lately, it's true... he is enjoying the cake at least, even if he's miffed at the same time!]

[how many do you want.........]

Hmm... The former, if you ask me. [ignorance is bliss so you can stop beating the bush charles, she'll play along with him but she won't be purposefully handing out more hints!]

That's good. Anyway! How's the Scottish Terrier adjusting? [back to more n_n topics...]

[is "all of them" a viable answer]

I see. [fine!! he won't pursue it anymore gosh. ...for now at least. or until he next gets bored and has nothing better to do outside of badgering people he likes for inane details about their lives. wow he needs a new hobby]

It's adjusting well enough. None of the other animals in the household seem to mind, and it hasn't pitched a fit over being moved or anything like that.

[...

/reduces the current supply of gold stars to 1

sure here, you'll have to wait for the next shipment to claim more now...!

and yes that's right, he can pretend that he actually gets information when he badgers her because she willingly gives it to him... Not with Seven however not with Seven (and wow did he already forgot that she technically still 'owes' him a favor... but then again CAN'T WASTE IT RIGHT so he wouldn't want to squander his ticket for a 'stupid' question...

being conniving is hard!!]

That's good to hear! Have you named it yet, Charles?

[because as hilariously accurate as 'mini-me' is, it's a bad name haha...]

[TERRIBLE

see that's so sad, it's like he doesn't even realise half the time that he isn't actually being successful in his missions to gather information. and to be honest the fact that she owes him a favor is tucked pretty far in the back of his mind... he really wouldn't waste it on asking about Seven if he remembered it though, he knows it's only a favor and not an obligation to answer!]

Of course, it would be cruel and unusual punishment to leave it with a name like that. It's Argos now. [he couldn't get more pompous if he tried]

[he'll learn someday

someday

keep at it--!!

The name does trigger a small crease in her eyebrow, followed by a soft giggle.]

Odysseus' faithful hound, hm? You really are [~~pretentious pompous~~] fond of classics, Charles. Does he answer to it well?

[he is trying so hard...!

he lifts his chin a little at the giggle, but the entire air of pomposity is ruined a little because he's still munching away at his snack. at least he still manages to be dignified about it unlike some slobbery heathens...]

It seemed a suitable name. [and it matches his other pretentious pet names like Voltaire!!] Well enough, from what I can tell. I haven't exactly had much of a chance to use it, he's only been inside of the house for a few hours.

[slobbery or classy

you're both the same breed to her...]

Would you keep me updated? I think I'd like to hear some stories in the future, if you wouldn't mind sharing!

[not to

snicker to herself quietly at how you two are p.much the same

or anything

nope]

[he'd still rather be classy]

I suppose so, but pets don't often do things that are noteworthy. [he lives in what is pretty much a literal zoo and rarely finds a reason to talk about it! too bad he doesn't entirely grasp what a double-edge sword it is every time he talks about his tsunpets...]

[it still makes no difference in the end...]

Now now, you're not going at this like a true pet owner. There's always something to talk about! Maybe your cat slept in all day, but so much that it didn't even budge when a butterfly came to rest on its ear. Or the dog knocked over the water tray, but cleaned it up all on his own. These little stories add up, you know!

[quit being a brooding ex-chevalier and start a new life at the circus charles

it'll def land you in a better spot than where you are right now...]

[just let him imagine he's slightly better off....]

...I've never seen any sort of pet owner talk about their pets like that. [except Taiwan but she is about the last person he'd ever want to emulate personality-wise] Would you honestly talk about yours in such a way? I can't imagine it.

[why can't he be both?? sure, the whole brooding aura doesn't go well with a circus-y atmosphere, but that can be like his hook or something!]

[...okay that can do...]

I don't have any pets, though.

[...

stares at him

this is your calling charles

animal tamer at the circus

fate has decreed it]

[yes good

.....staring back standoffishly like a champ.]

Do you personally know any of these true pet owners you speak of then, or are you just pulling facts out of the air?

[you can't escape it...]

Of course I do~

[sips her tea casually

(no she doesn't she's bsing through and through...........)]

[this isn't the future he wanted...! but he is giving her a very distrustful Look™ since he's apparently already forgotten that Merem is the pet whisperer and doesn't otherwise associate any animal people with her. FOR ONCE HE DETECTS BS WHEN SHE HANDS IT TO HIM

too bad it's a completely inane topic with nothing of value to learn...]

They must make for lively conversation, constantly recounting everything their cat or dog has done in a day. [huffs and takes another bite of his cake]

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