London or England

Marceline yawned as the light from the curtains have woken her up. Why hasn't Giles come yet she wondered hoping he would arrive sooner or later. The house was filled with maids but they were all useless and she despised them. They would have talked behind her back saying how she was such a useless little girl but look at them how did they land as maids. Her throat itched wishing that Giles would have brought her the morning tea she always had. Eyes starting to water she yawned again waiting for him to come.
Her patience was getting her nowhere but this was what being a lady meant. She started to sit up on her bed, her legs not showing.
“Giles, are you that slow” she murmured…

Giles glanced over at the clock, straightening his collar as he strode over to the kitchen’s counter. The tea was at perfect temperature for drinking; not too hot, not too cold. He knew he was a few moments late, and that his Lady’s patience would be wearing thin. It wasn’t that he did such things on purpose, but sometimes he wanted to see how she reacted. The tea of the day was specially ordered high oolong mountain tea, a masterpiece in the art of Chinese tea. It was sometimes amazing how far he’d gone to collect the most delicious, hand-picked teas for Marceline. The tea had an alluring, tangy scent and he’d prepared it the way his master liked it. With a small bowl of sugar cubes next to the steaming kettle, and matching tea cups, he scooped up the tray and expertly balanced it in one hand.

The other maids and servants bustled about, doing whatever chores there was in the morning—he knew that Marceline hated them, and wished only for him to serve her so he strode down the heavily decorated hallways with purpose. As Marceline murmured her words of how slow her butler was, Giles opened the door gently and was at her bedside, peering down at her with one amused golden eye. The other eye was hidden beneath a black, embroided eye patch with her family emblem. He wasn’t like many of the other demons—of course, he believed in business and results, but he also made an effort to seem more “human” to Marceline, even if it meant mimicking strange emotions. Other just saw him as a dedicated butler with an odd sense of humor. He held out the tray with his left hand, pouring the tea into the porcelain cup. "Sorry to keep you waiting,” Giles greeted smoothly, looking at her expectantly. He smiled, and it looked odd on his face. The black choker around his neck with the silver hoop hung as he craned his neck, holding the tray for her to take her morning tea. "High Oolong mountain tea, My Lady."

He wondered what his Lady would wear today, whatever it was, he would match her.
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Today would be another one of those days; bitter. Felice slipped from her bed, it was too big for her, and she didn’t know why she insisted on one so big. It was empty. Her bright eyes stared angrily at the mess of blankets she left there. She stood anchored in the middle of her chambers, in her parent’s old room, only wearing a long white shirt that could have passed as a night gown. White hadn’t woken her today, and she wondered where he was. Tapping her barefoot on the ground, she stomped over to the curtains hiding the morning sun and dragged them open, nearly pulling them off their metal hinges. The house itself sickened her; she was a poor girl living in a robbed rich house, and the place made her sick.

“Shitty house.” Felice cursed under her breath, her language was far from being how a distinguished lady should talk. It was her curse. She didn’t grow up in the place, so etiquette didn’t matter. She was only glad that her servant, her demon, wasn’t a stuck up prat. She shook her head, and ran her fingers through her brown locks. Maybe they’d find something good to do today. Maybe. “White?! Where are you?”

Marceline took the tea staring at it and finally saying "It has quite the nice scent." She put the cup to her mouth, drank a tiny sip and put it back on the tray. She got past Giles getting off the king sized canopy bed she smiled, a evil smile. "What is my schedule today, Giles" she asked in a low quiet voice. Today, she didn't want any old lady or man here to bother her and talk, talk, talk. Looking at her tiny little brown sleeping gown a sigh came out her mouth "What shall I wear on this day, the night....?" Her eyes stared at the choker she have gave him, "Giles, the choker stands out but...." she stood there looking for words...
"I like it that way...."

Leora passed the comb through her hair for the last time before she set the instrument down and admired her appearance. Her master was sometimes very picky about how she looked and she took to everyday adjusting her looks to suit him in whatever mood he would be in. Her long silver/white hair had been pulled into a high ponytail with a single loop and her outfit was a simple white maid's uniform that Phran had chosen for her two days prior. Leora gave her reflection a single satisfied smile before she left her room to begin preparing her master's breakfast.

She made her way silently to the kitchen and ignored the other bustling workers as she took to preparing her master's morning tea and breakfast. Her silver eyes stayed trained on the small delicate breakfast cake she was preparing and with flourish she finished the pastry with a small swirl on the top. After this she poured boiling water she had left to sit into a black china tea pot already set with green tea leaves just as her master liked. Leora set them all on a tray and picked it up; balanced it in the palm of her left hand and left the kitchen with it's loud and useless people. She wished Phran would just be rid of them all as she saw no need for the busy bee humans that always seemed to do mediocre work.

The demoness walked into her master's room and set the tray down on his side table before she made her way to the blinds and pulled them open; allowing light to spill in through sheer curtains underneath that muted the light. "Master, it is time for you to awake. I have prepared your morning breakfast and we would not wish for the tea to get cold," she said in a light tone as she made her way back to the side table and placed a gentle hand on the male's shoulder.

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The blonde smiled as he sipped at his coffee and flipped another page in his book. To anyone around he would look like a young girl dressed for a day of expensive shopping yet instead sat in a small coffee shop three table away from some old man. There was reason for this of course because Kyosuke never did anything without reason; almost never did anything without reason. This reason however was that to the angel this man was much too evil to continue his existence and before the blonde could make a judgment he had to see it in action. A killer he may be but he always made sure that the one he was killing had reason to die; he wasn't heartless.

Of course he knew what he was doing was against the big guy and that obviously the only other angel in the area - a woman he knew by Anna - would try to find him and lecture him like all had tried before. And as always Kyosuke wouldn't listen because God was a prick and he hated who he was. "Come on you old pedo, get going," he muttered in his feminine voice while he flipped another page and kept his odd coloured eyes on the man. Patience was something the angel didn't have much of and when it wore thin he would force the man into action. Even if he had to use himself as the bait.

Phran had been up for a long time before he heard the bustling of the house staff. He'd always woken up long before them and it upset him to know that if he had really wanted to he could have finished all he wanted done before any of them even opened their eyes. It was at those moments that he wondered if he should just fire them all and keep Leora because she was the only one who was up long before him. Though he couldn't hear her he knew she was up doing something either for herself or him in the early hours of the morning.

So when she stopped outside his door he pulled the covers up higher to hide his face as she walked in. He liked it when she 'woke' him up because he knew that she was well aware that he was faking. Keeping up appearances was something the male was a big fan of and he enjoyed that she played along everyday without pause. The smell of green tea made his mouth water and he knew that right next to that tea would be a delicious pastry hand made by Leora herself.

A hand on his shoulder and a gentle voice coaxing him into reality forced him to move and push himself into a seated position. Phran rubbed his eyes with the back of his right hand and smiled a little. "The tea smells delicious," he muttered as he waited for her to pour it out for him. He was pleased to see that she looked nearly immaculate this morning; he was going through a looking good morning.

One dull eye rose at the sound of birds chirping on the crashed window sill. Stupid birds...Gazette thought as he threw a nearby pebble at the flying mammal. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as his mouth opened in mid-yawn. Where's my mirror? He knew his thick, black hair was unkempt and messy, it probably looks like a rat's nest back there. He would get Yukina to brush his hair after breakfast. Which reminds me.... He stretched his arms out and waited for the crack as he leaped out from the bed as his bare chest was showing.

Where's Yukina?

Gazette yawned again. He ruffled his hair, making it even more of a mess. Loud growling sound came from his rather sunken stomach and he rubbed it to stop. He leaned backwards and fell onto the bed.

"Yukina! Drink, food, and clothing please~!"

When Marceline drank from the small cup and placed it back down, Giles set it aside atop one of the gleaming wardrobes and smiled softly. The teas were always planned ahead of time, to her suiting’s and he was pleased that she enjoyed it every morning. It seemed the routine was fitting, soon he would help her dress and escort her to the dining area where she would have her breakfast. He hadn't bothered ordering the cook to make the food because he could prepare it in no time at all, with no chance of mistakes—humans were so prone to them. Sometimes he wondered why there were so many servants in the mansion when he alone could serve all of Marceline's needs. Perhaps it was just to keep up with appearances? It would seem strange if only two people lived in a lavish mansion, without need of other “servants.” The only one who he actually didn't mind was the gardener, because she didn't mess things up and didn't complain. Those were two things most of the Fitzgerald residences did most: complain, and mess things up.

“I'm glad you like it,” The demon purred, straightening as Marceline slid off of the huge bed. It seemed silly that such a small girl needed such a massive bed, but he found it fitting. The schedule had already been planned in advance, Marceline had a busy day ahead of her. Being the head of a very prosperous toy company had its ups and downs, most of the time the young master had to surround herself with old people talking business or stealing profits from others. They were inconspicuous in the way they worked and successful, his lady was often underestimated by others because of her age but when it came to business she could be ruthless. Her pride was legendary, and they both shared similar views. It was the reason why they got along so well, in spite of the fact that she'd signed a contract for her soul to be given to him when her end was complete. Sometimes, it was easily forgotten. “The new convention hall is opening today, we'd have to attend the opening ceremony. I think some of your competition will be present as well,” Giles explained, frowning slightly. “And then, I think you have to meet with some of the other rich families. I believe some of them may even be your age.”

Now that he thought of it, Marceline hadn't really been around anyone her age in a long time. She was surrounded by older folks, leering at her—some men weren't pleasant, some had greedy eyes and fingers, and he made sure that when he was done with them, their hands were gone. Disappearances were often caused by him, if anyone bothered his master, they would be dealt with accordingly. When the young girl sighed, he strode towards her vast closet and fished expertly through her many outfits. She'd need something dazzling, something without ruffles and something risque for the day—it didn't matter what she wore, honestly, she always drew attention. Once he found the outfit he'd been looking for, he held it up and found her staring at his choker. He slowly dropped down on one of his knees and smiled up at her, she was a petite girl—not even much taller than him when he was kneeling. “My body and soul belongs to you, my Lady,” Giles told her, touching his gloved hand to his choker. “Why don't you wear this today?”

Most of the time, Giles wore kimono's because Marceline said it suited him and he didn't mind. His silky golden locks were pulled into a bun with a scarlet ribbon. The suit he wore today was crisp, with the white sleeves rolled to his elbows. Dress up was a frequent game that was played, and he did his best to look as masculine as he could. Marceline seemed to like his long hair so he never bothered to change it.

Yukina awakened by hearing her master call her name and giving orders no less. "Damn so early in the morning!...But have no choice it seems." She said to herself in an aggravated voice. Then proceeded to get out of her bed and get dressed not bothering to do her hair since she was already behind as it was. Then headed to the kitchen to see what she could attempt to make today and hopefully not cause another fire. As she wasn't exactly what you would call the "best" at cooking. "Ah! I know what!" She said loudly as she just had a great idea that even she couldn't mess up and made toast with butter that ended up getting burned a bit but she shrugged it off. Then took the plate and poured a glass of milk and headed for Gazette's room. But met a rather annoying problem upon reaching his room and that was that the door was closed and both her hands were full so she inhaled then exhaled and kicked the door open with a smile.

"Good Morning Master Gazette!" Yukina yelled toward him as she saw him laying on the bed thinking he had gone back to sleep.

The blood spattered and some stained her hair, this criminal did not deserve to live, "It is your misfortune to be fated to die this day. I extend to you an invititation to your death. No is not an answer I will accept. Shinde kudasi." The cinematic record shown to her was gruesome, but did not phase her in the least. She was no shinigami-in-training, she had seen this before, the depths of human and demon depravity alike. All fated to die at some time. Worthless beings, simply fodder for higher life, for those whose jobs were to take their lives.

Solange Epitymbria, the Solemn One of the Tombs, looked at the blood on her swords in delight. One of the only times where emotion can be spotted on her features. The female shinigami carefully, almost reverently, wiped the blood off on her sash, which was the dark red-brown color of dried blood, leaving a scarlet trail along the fabric- soon to blend in. Solange knelt down and struck the hilts of each sword on the ground, elongating the wood grips a foot each. She connected the now-clean weapon so that it formed a double-bladed staff, her Scythe if you will.

"Clarence Walters. Check." Solange mumbled to herself, "I am done for the day, so I think that I'll visit a coffee shop. Perhaps that new one on the corner of Basil Street, they have the best scones..." Solange trailed off thinking of the delicious drinks and delectable foods, leisurely but gracefully gliding along the empty streets of London. Slowly transitioning into the human realm, becoming tangible and visible to the trash, the humans.

Leora smiled at her master and went to pouring the prepared green tea into a black tea cup that matched the pot. "I'm glad master says so. I'm only here to serve you with the best," she murmured as she set the cup down on the tray and placed the tea pot back down. She quickly polished the silverware for his breakfast danish again with an immaculate white cloth that she stuffed into her apron pocket. "The danish I have prepared for you today has a raspberry and blackberry filling with a light pastry; slightly flaky and a dab of whipped cream on top." The demoness left her post by his bed and instead headed for his closet where she would pull out his clothing for the day.

"There is a new convention hall opening today master. I assume it is of your duty to be there due to your status." Leora began to skillfully sift through his shirts for something that he could wear casually yet wasn't too casual. "Master, is this to your liking? Or would you prefer something more like...this one?" she asked as she set the two outfits onto the foot of his bed. "Maybe something more formal if you wish as well." The woman shut the closet doors and brushed imaginary dirt from her skirt. Leora herself already knew what she would be wearing; the dress Phran had said would make her eyes stand out more. She didn't like blue too much but she could deal with it.

The woman tucked a strand of her oddly coloured hair behind her ear delicately. "Master, I do feel you should go. There will be other families of your status there; some around your own age," she stated as she stood at attention for any order Phran should give her.

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Kyosuke took one last sip of his coffee before he finally grew tired and pushed himself away from the table and out of his seat. The back of his thighs grew cold as they left the warm chair for the slightly cooler air; the skirt he was wearing was a little too short but he had decided to wear it especially for this man. However the moment he took the a step the man had decided to leave without a backward glance and it caused the angel's heart to thump a little faster. It was what he had been waiting for and so he would take the opportunity with grace.

He left several bills on the table before he took to following after the old man; careful to maintain a far enough distance that it wouldn't be obvious that he was tailing him. The blonde however did find it quite odd that so many people were out and about; had he missed something? Kyosuke paused and tried to follow where everyone was walking and found it quite interesting. The open plaza not even fifteen minutes from him was the only place they would bother to be gathering. "And curiosity killed the cat," he stated as he decided to forsake his mission and follow the crowds to the plaza. The blonde wasn't a curious guy but if so many people were all about it he'd join in the fun.

Even if what was waiting was slightly boring.

Phran picked up the cup with his morning brew and took a casual sip as his green eyes followed Leora's movements under bangs of the nearly same shade. When she explained what his pastry was for that morning he smiled around the rim of his cup and lowered it to the table in order to pick up the plate along with the fork. "Sounds wonderful. As always," he stated as she moved from by his side and toward his closet. The male cut a peice of the danish apart from the whole and popped it into his mouth. Two chews later and he felt like fireworks had gone off on his taste buds. "Delicious."

His attention was drawn to the outfits his servant was setting out for him and without hesitation he pointed ot the second one she had pulled. "I like that one. The other is too casual and I do not feel for a suit today," he answered as he took another portion of his pastry into his mouth and rinsed it down with more green tea.

"I've heard of the convention hall. It was built to host exhibitions and such once a week per month and inbetween it would be just a hall available for rent. Doesn't matter much to me anyways but if you insist I should go I guess I shall have to. It's not as if I have anything else planned for today." Phran set the plate down leaving half the danish untouched and slid from his bed onto the floor. "You can go prepare whatever else is needed. I can handle myself from here," he stated solidly while he began to unbutton the dark blue shirt he had worn to bed that night. "Also, make sure to pack some spending money in case I should see anything that catches my eye."

Marceline laughed out her lips moving "Shouldn't I be saying that..." She touched the dress feeling the soft material between her miniature little fingers, seeing it was made of some rich material she agreed on wearing it saying "Go out, Giles.... I may dress myself....." Her eyes scanned around the room seeing it was not to her taste again. The room was painted a creamy white the furniture was the best quality, but not worth looking at, the bed was giant and made the room look small, she sighed and said one last thing "Giles, I want to get someone to redecorate this room, a midnight blue, now flee....."

She looked around the room on top of her drawers was a small antique jewelry box. Trying to tippy toes to get the jewelry box she gave up.

Giles smiled softly, nodding his head. It was true, Marceline belonged to him and in turn, Giles was at her beck and call—it was somewhat ironic. At least she acknowledged the truth, it was all he could ask for. When she felt the dress with her small, delicate fingers, and was pleased with it he let her take it from him and straightened up so that he was towering over her. “As you wish, my Lady,” Giles accepted, just about to walk away until her lips moved once more. The room? It wasn't unusual to hear this request and it hadn't been the first time that it had been changed to suit her needs for the day. Midnight blue? His golden eyes analysed the rooms settings before he envisioned how it would look to Marceline's likings and he nodded, later on when he would prepare her dinner, he would prepare it. “And it will be done. Midnight blue, hm?”

Before Giles left the room, he cupped the small antique box in his hand and left it opened on her night stand for her to reach. Taking a short, curt boy with that strange smile on his face, he eyed her lazily before turning on his heel and leaving her chambers. He often wondered why she wanted to dress herself, other demons had often dressed their masters. Sometimes, he felt inadequate for this reason but found those notions ridiculous. It wasn't like she were scolding him or anything. He closed the door gently and leaned on it, watching the bustling servants quick-stepping between doors with feather dusters and the like. They were useless most of the time, what he could do in a minute, they'd spend all day like chickens with their heads cut off attempting to do. That was the difference from a dedicated serving demon and humans. Frowning, he touched his fingers to his eye before stretching his arms out and waiting patiently for Marceline to finish dressing. Breakfast would soon be served.

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Felice wasn't finished, she stomped up towards the curtains and ripped the open to let the bright sunlight of the new day pour into the room. Her White was always late, always late! She shook her head and grumbled, staring outside before slamming her small fists on the window sill. This place put a bad taste in her mouth and every time she woke in these chambers, her head pounded. She held her palms to her temples before massaging them gently to ward away all the throbbing pains. White wasn't here yet to take care of her so she would just have to call on someone else. Perhaps Gazette was already roaming the streets? Maybe he had plans for today?

The brown-haired girl wandered to her bedside and pulled open the drawer of her nightstand, her phone was already glowing to life from frequent messages from her firm. Those were the messages she would ignore. Old men bothered her and she hated being forced to work with them. They thought she was a gem from above who'd inherited everything from her parents—which was far from the truth. They didn't know that her parents had been brutally murdered on her orders, and that she'd stolen everything she “earned.” Scooping up the phone in her hand, she fell back on her bed and dialled Gazette's number. She held the phone to her ear and gripped the sheets so that she could pull herself back in the middle of her queen-sized thing that dominated her chambers. “Gazette?” Felice greeted in a sing-song voice.

Gazette just stared with his lazy gray eyes and processed what had just happened. He slowly stood up on the bed and brushed a few strands from his face. "Yukina...,"he sighed. Many people would think he would slap her, or hit her. Though Gazette wasn't in the mood, but he would never do that. Not to his demon servant. Why hurt the demon when you know they're practically gonna eat you. "Bring me the food." He gestured for her to walk over to his side of the bed. "When I'm done, you can have a day off today. I don't feel like doing anything." Then the awful ring of his phone went off. Sometimes Gazette wondered how the lines still worked in the abandoned house. It was a mystery to him.

He picked up the old, beat up phone, pressing it against his ear. "Hello?" The sing-song voice of Felice filled Gazette ear. Such a sweet girl, he also wondered how they were friends. A kind girl with a sadist like him. "Felice...What are you doing today?" He took the phone away for a moment. "Yukina, on second thought, I might go out today. Please, get my clothes and brush my hair." He reattached the phone to his ear, chatting away with his friend.

"Of course master," Leora murmured as she curtsied. If there was anything that pleased her more it was that boy's solidity and stubbornness. It sent her heart racing with excitement because she just knew that sitting behind all that dark emotion was something so pure and perfect and it was mandatory. "I'll tell the useless house workers to get the transportation ready." She curtsied once more before she made her way out of the room. The door shut her maid facade feel clean off and she grimaced at the first human she saw. They were so unseemly and just so utterly flawed that she truly wished Phran would just be rid of them.

She stood by the door for a few moments before she set off to commence with the tasks that her master had set for her. First she'd ready the car(?) and gather the perfect amount of spending money for him. If she brought too much he'd be displeased and if she brought too little he wouldn't be able to afford what he wished for. Then she would get herself ready and make sure the servants understood that the house was to look exactly as she had left it. "They never do that right," she muttered to herself as she bustled off to do as she was told.

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Kyosuke paused and smoothed out his skirt as he realized the crowd was much too dense for him to easily weave through. He could obviously do some voodoo magic or whatnot to get past them but that would be inhuman and make him look like he was accepting his role as an angel. No, instead he would use what he had in his human form to his advantage and move people aside as kindly as he possibly could; starting in that spot over there with the gathering of men. It was no problem to weave through them and soon enough he'd managed to find his way into a clearing where he could see what they were all worrying about.

"The convention hall. I forgot the grand opening was today. Silly of me really; there could be some interesting people around here," he muttered to himself as he passed by several people to get into the actual building. All around the space there were places selling objects, clothings and foods that he honestly found hard to resist. It was great grand opening and he knew that later on there would either be a show or a competition to really celebrate the big first day.

Solange had stored her weapon in the folds of her robes, strolling through the streets of England on her way to her favorite cafe for hot scones and even hotter coffee. She passed by the Convention Hall and was promptly stuck in a crowd of mortals, her remaining good mood from before drained in seconds flat. "Condemnation and sulfer on all these bloody mortals!" she muttered under her breath in disgust as some actually had the audacity to touch her!

A blonde girl with short hair and a tiara ran stright into her. At once she recgnized two things she would not have noticed, or particularily cared about, if she had not almost been knocked over. Firstly, the girl was, in fact, a male crossdressing and secondly he was an angel. She wasn't talking about his looks, though all angels (as well as most all shinigami) were attractive in appearance, she ment his race. Angel, one has touched me and forever contaminated these robes... disgusting. I shall have to burn these as soon as I get back.

Solange was put out to say the least, now she would be forced to replace the set, though she didn't particularily like them. None-the-less, it was the principle of the matter and the time it would take. "Thrice damned angel," Solange hissed to the blonde as she glared deeply and with unbridled hatred, in a way almost all found unsettling- human or not, "How dare scum like you touch me! A shinigami, a God of Death!" She wouldn't touch the filth unless he instigated a fight, the blood on her blade and her face would be well worth the pain of cleaning up. She was sure it would be, just like the other times. They were well worth it, well worth it indeed...

Marceline sat on her bed stripping herself putting on anything needed then, putting on the dress. She looked at the mirror seeing her petite self she sighed than curtsied to the mirror smiling "Good morning, Mr. and Mrs." She slammed the door open, another tiring was coming but she had no idea what this day was going to be like. The clumsy maids and servants were bowing down with stupidity showing on their heads her eyes hurt-ed just seeing them. She pointed to a girl that wasn't quite old and smiled "She will help me to my table today." This maid was much smarter than the others but she just didn't like her.

The little maid tried to hold or help Marceline but Marceline was quite a rebel yelling "Don't touch me you pest...” She walked her way down to the breakfast room with the woman right behind her trying to hide her face from others. Maids stared and murmured trying to spread rumors but Marceline wouldn’t accept any of that. She looked at the servants and maids, replying to them “Hush…!”

When Marceline finally opened the door, Giles took a few steps away from it before closing it gently behind her. The day had begun as of now, and he would do all that of which was in his power to please her. Everything would go her way, even if it meant snuffing out a few measly humans lives for her. Nodding curtly, Giles shortened his long strides so that he walked alongside his master. As always, the stupid maids and servants whispered amongst themselves and scurried to get out of their way. Their attempted niceties and awkward bows wasn't impressive but he smiled at them, motioning for them to carry on as he passed. The only time he was actually genuinely kind around the servants was when he wasn't tending to Marceline, the only reason he didn't like them was that they got in his way as he did his duties. Cramping his style was offensive. “Morning, Julianne.”

Eyeing her dolefully, Giles only shot her a smirk before nodding his head seriously. “As... you wish, My Lady,” the demon responded, “I'll prepare the dishes as Miss Julianne attends to you.” With that said, he disappeared down the hallway and into the kitchen. Today's menu would include deliciously made: les crêpe, scrambled eggs with roasted sun-dried tomatoes and port mushrooms, and freshly squeezed guave juice poured into a sparkling wine glass. Everything was immaculate and nothing was the same, every morning something different. When Marceline was seated, he arrived with the glimmering silver trays and plates balanced on his arms and placed them in front of her. He shot the maids withering glares to silence them, and lifted the covers to reveal her breakfast. “Breakfast is served.”

Felice's weary mood of the waking without her servant, White, being around lightened considerably when she heard Gazette's voice. They were pretty good friends, and she thought they had more in common than he knew. Once he found a comfortable spot on the bed, she smiled cheerfully as she clutched the phone. “Gazette, I heard about this thing going on in town like a convention hall building that's just opening. All the important rich folk will be there, I was wondering if you wanted to go... check it out, if you know what I mean?” The girl rambled, if he only knew how alike they were. Even being mistakenly sweet, she had a soft spot for getting in trouble and messing with rich kids. She stopped for a moment before complaining, “I can't find White anywhere.” Felice was surprised she hadn't heard him stumbling around the house this morning, the place was eerily silent.

Yukina smiled brightly at the fact that she can have the rest of the day off. "As you wish!" She said in a eager voice while bringing the plate of food over to Gazette. Then heard the phone ring and before she could try to answer it Gazette answered it. So she simply placed the glass of milk in his free hand trying to wonder why he answered it so fast. Break 3 phone while trying to figure out how they work and master labels you for life it seems. She thought to herself but possibly could have been wrong but shrugged it off. "Well I'll be going now Master!" Yukina said with her bright smile still in place trying to reach the door but was interrupted when she heard her master's voice, "Yukina, on second thought, I might go out today. Please, get my clothes and brush my hair."

Turning around slowly she flicked her hair out of her face showing great agitation. "....Hai as you wish master..." She said with her smile beginning to twitch and wavier before she walked on over to Gazette's closet and began looking through a number of clothing almost clueless. "What would be best for today Master? Or would you love for my special opinion?!" She said with her smile returning back to her once more.

Gazette dropped the phone to talk back to his demon servant. "I don't care, as long as it's black and it matches, is all I care." He could see the irritation on Yukina's face as he knew she was really looking forward for a day off. Maybe tomorrow... He brought the phone back to his ear and finished listening to his friend.

"A party, eh?" A playfully smirk danced along his lips. Ah, how much he loved to crash the rich people's parties. It's so fun. Maybe Yukina won't be sad today. "You can totally count me in, Felice." He shifted in on his bed and started to twirl his fingers on the phone's cord. It almost shocked himself on how much he act like a girl sometimes. Him and Felice worked out well, her being not really feminine and him being, well, feminine. It sort of fit together. "Where do you think he is, then?"

"Ah, where do you want to meet up?" Gazette dropped the phone again. "Yukina~ We will be meeting up with Felice today." The smirk came back on his lips. "I promise, you won't be dissatisfied."

Marceline looked at the crepe with wondering eyes, then picked up her fork and knife, stabbing a piece of crepe with her knife she looked at it while using the knife. Lifting the silverware up to her mouth she sat up in a elegant position tasting what Giles have made. Her tongue felt as if it went to heaven but she was fated for Hell which made her angry and Marceline stared at Julianne with not a to happy look. She asked a question, "Juli, why not eat it is reasonably good, why not have your last meal in splendor...?" She could have saw the girls look but continued, "Are you not hungry, I don't dare to poison you, it will be such a waste to do such."

Marceline just then glared at Giles warning him she needed to go to the town hall at this moment.

Felice rolled onto her back and slid off of the down-feathered bed, before twirling on her heels and holding the phone tightly to her ear. Unfortunately, with White's absence, it meant that she'd have to dress herself and find something to eat. She'd heard no trace of him and plucked the white fabric of the long shirt she was wearing with an irritated pout. “Good, good!” She piped excitedly before striding over to the large, oak wardrobe and pulled on the two knobs to open it. Sighing exasperatedly, she shrugged her small shoulders. “I don't know, I've been calling him, but you know how he is... He's probably off trying to cook or something.” Truly, they were an odd pair and they were often mistaken for the opposite genders. Neither seemed to mind, though. It was fitting.

“I guess...” Felice began as she ran her hand across the polished wood, “I'll take the bus and we'll meet at the square? It's only a block from our mission.” Already, the boyish girl was trembling with excitement. There was nothing she loved more than ruining the crazy antics of the rich. Though she wasn't by any means poor, she was never born into this and instead took it by force. Neither Felice nor Gazette ever took advantage of what they gained and their “poor and modest” attitudes were often sneered at by rich snobs. “Meet you there, Gaz!” With that said, she murmured a goodbye and pocketed her phone.

Grumbling something intangible under her breath, Felice pulled several articles of clothes onto the floor before she picked up what she'd wear for the day. It was suiting and she wouldn't dress up for the stupid gathering, she wouldn't dress like them. Once she'd undressed, bound herself (it wasn't really needed with her lack of a bust, but she licked to anyway), she put her new clothes on and examined herself in the large, wall mirror, turning this way and that. “Perfect,” Felice whispered and mussed up her brown hair, it would have to do. Now, she'd have to get her own breakfast and hop on the bus to meet Gazette.

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Giles stood anchored and watched her with bemused golden eyes, he only smiled when she seemed satisfied with the meal. Never had she complained with what she'd made him, and the only reason was because he never let any of the other servants into the kitchen. Surely, she'd complain if it wasn't he who prepared each meal. Julianne stood uncomfortably at Marceline's left, he could almost see the trickle of sweat beading at her neck. He wasn't oblivious to the fact that most of the servants were terrified of his young master, any of them could be disposed of at the snap of her fingers. Silently, he only watched as Marceline offered the serving girl some of her food, whilst Julianne just stared dumbfounded. “Perhaps,” the butler began, smiling politely, “She would like a bite before we take our leave, My Lady.”

With that said, Giles took two strides towards the table and cupped his hand underneath Julianne's chin, raising it ever so slightly before smoothly cutting a small square of the delicious crepe with Marceline's fork in his other. Staring intently into the serving girl's face, he slipped the fork into her gaping mouth (gaping from shock and surprise, assuredly) and placed it back on the plate. The woman still stood there, stock-still and shaking before he let go of her chin and blinked. “Clean this up, we will be returning at dusk.” He ordered the trembling maid, and brusquely stepped behind Marceline's chair, moving it slightly back so that she could slip down. “The carriage is ready, My Lady, at your leave we will be departing.”

((I'm slowww! D: ))

The blonde pest didn't move or answer her, she supposed it was because he had been thoroughly intimidated. Either way, though, he hadn't reacted; and if there was something she hated more than angels it was cowards. Those who would run in hopes of living than staying and fighting for valour and honour. Even if death were to come, they would have been remembered in their honourable death. Cowards, an untrustworthy lot who have no honour to their name, she spat in her mind, her glare intensified and if only looks could kill...

She took her double-bladed halberd-like sythe of a weapon and agonizingly slowly, created a deep cut on his cheek, from nose to ear, creating a line of quickly pooling blood, soon to fall from the cut. "This, coward, shall mark the day you were spared, for cowards do not deserve they space they waste and if death had befallen you the world would rejoice. This, shall mark the day a Shinigami has spared you. This, shall mark the life-debt you owe me, Coward. I will call upon it in time. Be prepared, for cowardice shall not get you out of another incounter with me.

"This, shall scar and none, neither angel nor god, shall be able to heal you from this curse. When I call to you, it will burn. If you do not come when I call, this, shall split open again, the pain becoming worse everytime I must repeat the call. If I must find you myself, and I will if I must look, you shall have wished that I had killed you this day, for I can assure you that your torment will be mine to oversee, and I am not a merciful god. If you live after such torment, you shall be chained and follw me, as a dog to it's owner." Solange, for the disgust of touching an angel, brought up the tip of one of the blades and rested it lightly in the hollow between the shoulder and the chest, pushing the angel back. She threw him one last look of disgust before turning into the crowds once more, soon in to traffic of humans on the streets, her oddness going unnoticed in the haste of those around her.

Now, about that coffee and scones...

The blonde pest didn't move or answer her, she supposed it was because he had been thoroughly intimidated. Either way, though, he hadn't reacted; and if there was something she hated more than angels it was cowards. Those who would run in hopes of living than staying and fighting for valour and honour. Even if death were to come, they would have been remembered in their honourable death. Cowards, an untrustworthy lot who have no honour to their name, she spat in her mind, her glare intensified and if only looks could kill...

She took her double-bladed halberd-like sythe of a weapon and agonizingly slowly, created a deep cut on his cheek, from nose to ear, creating a line of quickly pooling blood, soon to fall from the cut. "This, coward, shall mark the day you were spared, for cowards do not deserve they space they waste and if death had befallen you the world would rejoice. This, shall mark the day a Shinigami has spared you. This, shall mark the life-debt you owe me, Coward. I will call upon it in time. Be prepared, for cowardice shall not get you out of another incounter with me.

"This, shall scar and none, neither angel nor god, shall be able to heal you from this curse. When I call to you, it will burn. If you do not come when I call, this, shall split open again, the pain becoming worse everytime I must repeat the call. If I must find you myself, and I will if I must look, you shall have wished that I had killed you this day, for I can assure you that your torment will be mine to oversee, and I am not a merciful god. If you live after such torment, you shall be chained and follw me, as a dog to it's owner." Solange, for the disgust of touching an angel, brought up the tip of one of the blades and rested it lightly in the hollow between the shoulder and the chest, pushing the angel back. She threw him one last look of disgust before turning into the crowds once more, soon in to traffic of humans on the streets, her oddness going unnoticed in the haste of those around her.

Now, about that coffee and scones...