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Post by Vergil Sinclair on Nov 13, 2014 23:13:32 GMT
That day seemed to be a particularly sunny one it seemed. The sun shinning above made the garden surrounding the Chancellor particularly lovely, grey eyes looking upon it with some disinterest though. Vergil Sinclair, butler to the daughter of Senator Chancellor, wasn't particularly fond of these days as it seemed a tad too cheery for him. The teenager grumbled slightly as he rubbed his eyes, complaining to himself, "Too bloody bright... Urgh..." In his defense though, his last night wasn't the best, having been through some unpleasant changes that made him very much regret having chosen such an idiotic wish. Every now and then, or rather randomly, he would be forced into, literally, growing up. The process was very unpleasant and it hurt more going back to his normal age than actually having his body rapidly age. At the moment though he was in his true appearance. It was troublesome and a waste of a wish, but there was nothing he could do now that it was done. He'd just have to endure and do his best to serve his mistress and only the best was what she'd get, even if it cost him an arm and a leg.
Scowling slightly at the brimming outside, he returned to his task: preparing miss' Chancellor's afternoon tea. While he always enjoyed preparing anything for her, five o'clock tea was simply something special for some odd reason. It felt soothing and he always enjoyed pleasing her with a perfectly brewed cup of tea. Of course it would always be accompanied by a sweet item prepared by him in the morning. He wasn't all that proficient when it came to cooking, being only able to improvise really, but desserts were something he was fond of making and it pleased him to satisfy his mistress' sweet tooth.
Absently, he indulged upon that wretched vice of his, producing a cigarette from the silver case he always carried and lighting it. He was always careful never to blow any smoke on anything he prepared though. As an added caution, he even washed his hands thoroughly, not touching the cigarette until it was all done and even then it would be to put it out. The sound of the kettle whistling snapped him to attention, making the young man turn off the heat and begin preparing the trey to serve Elizabeth. Dessert first, as the water couldn't be too hot for the tea. With dexterity, he sliced a generous triangle of the strawberry cheesecake, placing it neatly upon the refined dessert plate. A few drops of strawberry topping here and there, a leaf of peppermint atop the dessert to make some contrast and two big, beautiful red strawberries for decoration and eating if she wished. With the dessert on the silver platter, he placed two cups of tea downside upon two cup plates and close together. He always did that, should she wish for company to be summoned, or just in case she asked him to join her.
Next came the tea. The choice for today, since he varied every day so as to not bore Miss Elizabeth's palate, was imported green tea with a few drops of lemon to make it more interesting. Citrus always accompanied berries well. Two teaspoons of loose tea, considering its quality, into the fine tea pot before the water that had, by his estimate, reached the perfect temperature. Tea pot on the platter, cloth napkins neatly folded, a spoon on each cup plate, small pot holding sugar cubes, small ceramic milk cup and... He pondered on what was missing, finding that there needed to be a little touch of consideration for her. A rose on a small glass vase would do the trick, Vergil remembering Elizabeth's fondness of roses. A few petals were also dropped upon the dessert plate for added effect, before he took a step back to admire his work, nodding to himself pleased.
Tossing the apron away, he figured the tea was almost perfectly ready, counting on the time it would take him to reach his mistress. Discarding the cigarette into the ashtray, he straightened his vest, just before he picked up the platter and exited the kitchen. He wouldn't take long, figuring Elizabeth would be in the winter garden as it was a perfect place to both study and read her books. The shade was very pleasant as well, considering one could admire such a sunny day without having to deal with the overwhelming rays of the sun upon one's head.
Calmly, he made his way through the windowed doors and into the garden, spotting her upon the small table there, sat and most likely ready for her tea. She never needed to tell him anything when it concerned her habits or schedule. A good butler would always remember and he would be the best butler Miss Chancellor could ever have. So he calmly smiled, something rare for others to see but a common sight for her, greeting his mistress as he placed the platter upon the table. "Would you care for your afternoon tea, miss Elizabeth?", he questioned out of habit really, flipping the tea cup up and pouring the warm tea into it. The fragrance from the beverage even reached him, lovely as always. Grabbing the cup plate, he placed the tea next to her upon the table, only to stand beside her and bowing slightly as he addressed her with both politeness and manners befitting a butler, "I hope it's to your liking, along with the dessert," only then to stand up straight and await for anything she might need. Anything she desired would be provided. That was his job and nothing would impair him from fulfilling her wishes as always.
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Vergil - 265CFF
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Post by Elizabeth Chancellor on Dec 13, 2014 12:18:44 GMT
Elizabeth didn’t dally her time with trying to put herself together this morning- quickly dressing and starting her day. Right on the dot- she preferred to grab her books herself. While Virgil was rather interesting and very helpful- he could not follow her mind. She was grabbing a few more books to entertain herself with as she whisked herself outside. The veranda blinded her slightly- as her eyes adjusted to the sun. It was hardly a lovely moment- she was pretty sure someone shot her in the eyeballs as she squinted slightly in pain. It was hardly a moment she wanted to extend more than she had to- and was pleased when her eyes stopped poking her brain with sharp hot pokers. That was never appealing and she never was a fan. As she sat under her umbrella on the grounds to her home- she sat there ever since. She didn’t get up or bother herself with anything work related. She had her nose deep in a book as she jotted down notes occasionally. She had heard Vergil on and off and nibbled on what he brought her. She cared not if one brought her a bag of chips or the finest cheesecake, as long as it was something to eat. Vergil and her family just had the habit of spoiling her and she was too nice to say no. Whether it was a medium rare steak or just a hamburger on someone’s grill- she could honestly care less what on earth she put in her body. She loved fruits- but a green apple was a green apple and a red apple was a red apple. While there were obviously Lady Reds and Macintosh- and they all had a different taste- they were generally all apples. She was really only picky about what she drank- since she didn’t care for soda or any other too fizzy drinks. She enjoyed tea and water. Plain, but they were easy to make and even easier to serve. Vergil and her family just had the tendency to go overboard and she didn’t have the heart to tell them she really didn’t care. They seemed to pride themselves on the most indulgent fantasies of pleasing her with some rare gift, trinket, or food- but honestly she would be perfectly fine taking a walk, drinking tap water, or getting a tasteful sweater. They were the ones who seemed to be out to prove something. As she let these thoughts drift in and out of her mind- she heard her butler’s footsteps come closer. Elizabeth didn’t turn her eyes up from her book- waiting for him to say something first. Seeing literally nothing at all on the page she was reading- she turned her eyes up after he was finished putting down her tea and cheesecake. Pleased- she finally earmarked the book and gently snapped it shut. Good- something even if it was decadent was normal and she did have sweets. The blond noticed the rose petals- and she inwardly found that rather adorable. He went through to such lengths to please her, she really had no heart to tell him he could have brought her bottled water and she would have been just fine. She loved him all the same though- family of course. “Everything you make is to my liking Vergil, that’s why you are my butler.” The woman hummed. “I would be pleased if you sat down and stopped buzzing around like those bees. I enjoy your company and I have barely seen you or anyone else in my studies. You do not mind, do you?” It was just normal chit chat as her fingers elegantly picked up the silverware and stabbed one of the strawberries gently- bringing it to her mouth and chewing. The sweet flavor exploded in her mouth and she let out a small giggle under her breath. “Delicious.”
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Post by Vergil Sinclair on Jan 7, 2015 9:08:27 GMT
Miss Elizabeth had always seemed to be a simpole woman of simple tastes, or so Vergil believed. While most of her family seemed to indulge in all the benefits of wealth and status, the woman he served had always displayed no such habits, actually being much more honest than most would assume her as. Perhaps that was why Vergil had not the least bit of struggle with himself or others when the time came and he decided to finally carry the duty and traditions of his family, whereas in the past he would've rebelled to his last breath to serve any of them. She was different from most of his family and while perhaps her father wasn't as unpleasant as he made, Vergil never did enjoy his company for some reason, perhaps out of habit or something of the sort. Regardless, she was the only one he would serve with nothing but loyalty and utter devotion, but perhaps he, much like her family, was dead set on pleasing her a tad too much.
It wasn't that he had anything to prove, heavens no he didn't have anything to prove himself or others, just wishing to please her and make sure he fulfilled his duties to her. He would ease up if he could, but any "loosening" of the service was met with him hearing his father's voice correcting him, something he'd rather not have as he was better off just buried in the dark corner of his mind. God rest his soul but Vergil did not need that. Besides... He wished to be an exemplary butler to her, so why shouldn't he walk that extra mile to achieve that? He'd gladly do it, but that isn't the same as fulfilling her wishes, not entirely. He just hoped she didn't see him as a bother.
He couldn't help but have a calm smile appear on the corner of his lips when she complimented him, to which he simply responded with a slight bow of his head to show he was pleased by her words. He would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy those. It was rare for him to receive praise for his actions, ever really, so for his beloved master to give him those made him very happy. He blinked slightly when she asked him to sit down and accompany her in this little afternoon relaxation. She always ended up doing that, inviting him to join her. He had long since stopped commenting that he shouldn't, as it seemed to be most displeasing to her and he disliked that, ending up with a mutual agreement that when prompted to there was not a single problem with that.
"Not in the slightest miss Elizabeth." he calmly, something rare for the brash young man, replied and made his way behind her to sit upon the chair on the other side of the small table, facing the outside. Straightening his vest and his tie, he leaned back, placing his left leg above his right one for comfort. A polite chuckle escaped his lips when she commented on the strawberries, before he replied, "I'm glad you enjoy them. Freshly cut. They look very pleasing this year." He looked back to the outside momentarily. The scent of the tea reached him again, but he pushed it aside as he wouldn't push it and serve himself in her presence. If she made mention to it, he would as he also enjoyed tea, but without it he'd just grab a cup when he got back to the kitchen with everything.
He tapped his lap with his fingers, already itching to light a cigarette, his terrible vice, but fighting back the urge as always since it would be unbecoming of him to smoke in her presence. He wasn't sure she enjoyed that all that much, so he'd avoid it at all cost. He was sure she knew though, as the smell of cigarettes, no matter how he disguised it, still was present upon him. But they did seem to help with how he felt after a certain transition that had become an unfortunate habit of occurring ever since they found themselves in that blasted Pandora's box. it always took a lot out of him, but he'd remain a stalwart and not let it affect him or his duties as much as he could, but it was inevitable.
Thinking back, she had made mention that he had rarely been seen in her studies. That was a mistake on his behalf, but with the instability of his "wish", he found himself attempting to occupy his time away from her, but always answering her summons no matter what or how he felt. "I'm sorry I haven't kept you company in your studies, miss Elizabeth. Some pressing matters have been... Very time consuming... But I hope my service to you hasn't faltered in the slightest," he commented as he looked at her calmly, but actually hoping that was not the case. He rubbed the back of his neck absently, remembering how much it hurt shifting between those apparent forms. He always felt sore afterwards from the strain it entailed. He hated that it might have impaired him from performing his duties, but he had little choice in the matter. What a very unpleasant wish that turned out to be.
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Vergil - 265CFF
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Post by Elizabeth Chancellor on Jan 27, 2015 6:23:12 GMT
She gave a small smile up to Vergil when he agreed. “Good, good.” She hummed. She always liked to spend time with Vergil. She never really saw him as just a ‘worker’ like most in her position might. She believed that Vergil was just as important as anyone else. Just because he didn’t have the signature blond hair didn’t mean he was any less than the Chancellor bloodline. “They are. I must say I just downright enjoy them right before they get super ripe.” She sighed pleased. Elizabeth did love her strawberries. She had grown used to the smell of smoke from her companion quite early on. She used to hide the wrinkle of her nose- but her father sometimes would light cigars. The smell was absolutely lung-shattering and she usually avoided it. Vergil’s smell was a very grand contrast from her more strawberry like scent- but she never complained aloud to him. “If you wish to have some tea as well, you’re free to join me.” She smiled a little- almost telling him to. Elizabeth hated how they refused to enjoy themselves with her. She felt like lording over them and it just felt wrong. A thin blond eyebrow raised at him as she curled her fingers around the cup. The warmth itched her fingers. She knew that the stress of being put in the toy box took it out on her butler. He was not perfect- nor would she want him to be. “I would like to be enlightened to these pressing matters- but no your service has not faltered in the slightest. You are as loyal as ever, Vergil. Do not fret.” The blond paralegal hardly wanted to comment out loud she found his fretting absolutely adorable. Her red eyes briefly glanced towards the books she had brought out- she wondered if he was interested. To be honest, Elizabeth didn’t really care if he was or not. She would enjoy talking about it anyways. “My research has been about these creatures. The ones who gave us such creatures and abilities. There are many ‘gods’ from many different pantheons and cultures that fit these creatures. Justice, Peace, and Chaos are such vague terms, I am finding myself at a wall.” She sipped on the rich tea with a small absent blink. “Their powers are not unheard of in many myths, but their vagueness has kept everyone’s religions technically alive. There’s no contradictory notions. Their more English words and their almost avoidance to any one pantheon religion means makes me assume they did it on purpose.” Elizabeth continued. “I find it fascinating to be honest, despite my family’s own religious views. Do you have any thoughts towards them? Anything you find odd?” She to be honest, wished she had someone to bounce her ideas off of- but only Vergil would tolerate her babbling.
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Post by Vergil Sinclair on Feb 9, 2015 19:21:30 GMT
The butler gave a small smile and a hint of a bow of his head when she mentioned how she enjoyed her strawberries. He knew that, he knew most of what she enjoyed and did his best to ensure it reached her. He had gone through quite a few strawberries to get the ones she'd enjoy most before they even had reached the kitchen. The perfect one would be used whenever they needed to be displayed, the rest would be frozen and used at a later date for sweets and or whatever culinary delicacy required them. Nothing would go to waste, but only the perfect was good enough for Miss Chancellor. regardless if she noticed or not, it didn't matter in the slightest, what mattered was giving her the very best service he possibly could.
When she invited him to join her, in her own way, he smiled slightly and nodded, pouring a good ol' cup of tea for himself after ensuring hers was already taken care of, getting her how many lumps of sugar she desired and or milk. He himself enjoyed a lump with a splash of milk, taking care of it before taking his seat next to the table, voicing out a, "With your permission then." That would do him good to take his mind off of his beloved cigarettes. He always attempted to disguise it with a soft aroma of lavender upon his clothing, but considering how much he smoked? It was simply overwhelmed by that more potent smell. Should she ever make reference to it, no matter how much it cost, he'd be sure the smell would not reach her, even if he had to change clothing whenever in her presence. Bad enough he actually smoked, to bother the one he served would be shameful to say the least.
He sipped the warm tea, finding it delightful, but he couldn't exactly relax with the topic that he brought upon the table. He did feel slightly at ease knowing his service to her had not faltered though, at least that. He had managed to keep it away from her thankfully, but he feared the longer they remained in that toybox, the harder it would be to keep it a secret. Apparently his "wish", turned out to be more of a curse really, to randomly take another form other than his own. At least he should remain in that more adult form, instead of dealing with random transitions.
"I... Would rather not discuss it... It's a tad aberrant and I'd rather not trouble you with it. But I'm glad it hasn't faltered. My loyalty as your servant though, no matter what, will remain unsullied," he calmly sipped his tea once more, placing the cup upon its plate, his gaze diverted to the outside. It didn't take long for it to be back on her, as she discussed what her thoughts were about this mess of an ordeal they had been thrown in. The whole appearance of three "deity-like" beings and their declaration, was beyond anything he could've ever imagined, not to mention the fact that they were now blessed with powers beyond those of regular mortals. If he didn't know better, he'd say this was all one big dream.
When asked about them, the butler simply blinked slightly, before he grasped his chin slightly in thought, having pondered on it before, but not that intensely. "Hmm... They are a very mysterious trio... I could see some semblance to various deities of old pagan religions... Norse, Egyptian, Greek, Roman, Hindu, Mesopotamian... Personifications of chaos, order and peace... Ever since we've been tossed into this little play of theirs I've tried to see in the various books on the library for any true identification of them, a deity or something of the kind that I could associate each with. But they are either too vague to do such a thing, or they simply could be various of them...", he looked over to her once more and nodded before continuing, "You're right. The way they've handled their appearance certainly was to keep us in doubt and it had to be intended. Considering all religions have beings that personify those three terms it would be easy for anyone to bestow upon them a significance. Angels, demons, monsters, saints... They can be anything really, to anyone."
The young butler took his cup and sipped his tea, looking upon the liquid in thought as he absently commented, "I've also contemplated... If they have not appeared before us in the past somehow... I find it odd how three omnipotent beings could just appear out of the blue, just to put on a show for themselves. Hell, for all we know they might even be a single being presenting itself in three manifestations just to obtain these apparent "factions" and make it more interesting," he sighed slightly and added, "From the look of it this won't be a quick ordeal... And either we'll end up being thrown into chaos, society catching flame and burning like wildfire... Or "Justice" will settle in brute forced and we'll have ourselves a dictatorship... Don't believe for a second, it won't find itself corrupted somehow, even if its means and of those that serve it are well-intended..." he paused for a bit to ponder if there was anything else he found himself thinking on.
"That's what I think of all of this... Just one twisted play, a powder keg just waiting for a flame to reach it. Human nature will be that flame, I'd wager. And I bet these three deities will keep it burning," he ended, placing the cup upon the plate once more and crossing his arms, arranging his thoughts once more back upon his mental shelf.
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Vergil - 265CFF
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Post by Elizabeth Chancellor on Mar 7, 2015 12:14:00 GMT
Vergil was always someone who thought of the job first. Elizabeth thought it was cute in a way. As he sat down, she was pleased outwardly, a small easy smile on the young woman’s lips. Yes, she had to practically wrangle him to sit down- but none the less he was going to spend time with her. She almost rolled her eyes at Vergil’s continued secret. It was ridiculous none the less that he continued to bring up excuses and hinder her communication with him for whatever mental block he had built. Aberrant? Laughable to say the least, but she kept her façade cool and calm. “I highly doubt that it is disgusting atypical- I have seen much worse, but I will let you have your secret from me. It’s only fair.” She could have simply ordered him to do so- but Elizabeth wanted him to eat from her hand on his own. A man none the less should be truthful towards a woman. She couldn’t understand his need to keep a blatant secret from her. Elizabeth thought since she sent him out to get her womanly products occasionally that he would be perfectly capable of breaching awkward subjects. She had work to do. However she put that aside for a topic she was much more curious in- the bringers. Chaos, Peace, and Law. Three differences- but yet all the same vein. It was fascinating why these three creatures appeared. They were tied to each other- she suspected. It could have been Peace, Law, and the god of fire for all she knew. These three alone were related. Did that mean they were part of one being? The possibilities were endless. She stayed quiet, though was pleased he thought the same thing. One being, maybe more, it was just all together fascinating for the blond paralegal. She sipped from her tea, then set it down to nibble on a strawberry or two. “You and I followed the same thought process about it could be one being and separated into ‘factions’. It’s fascinating how each of them could be considered parts of many different religions. It was as if nothing was really…going to stir humans too much. They keep our jobs, they stimulate our economy- I’m baffled why the social experiment started.” She paused looking out into the garden briefly. “I’ve even heard theories we don’t technically exist and we were created for this show because the apocalypse happened. Or some type of genocide. It’s fascinating everyone’s opinions about it. I can’t say that anyone except these supposed bringers know what is going to happen to us.” She threaded some blond hair behind her ear as she took a small bite then swallowed. “I shouldn’t be so fascinated, but I find myself constantly thinking about new ways that we could learn about these new creatures.” Red eyes blinked slowly as she sipped her tea. “I’m glad I’m not the only one who thought of these ideas though, thank you Vergil.” There was another pause- a longer one, before she continued. “Have you heard anything from your familiar about it?”
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