Fandom Black Butler Time!

[HappyBeingMe]

Okay! So this is, obviously, a Black Butler RP!


You can RP as your favorite characters


or put your own OC in there and mix things up


a bit!


I accept anybody who wants to join this RP as long as you swear to follow my rules, okay?


Thank you!


Follow the rules given to you by this lovely site


NO God Modding. Hate that crap.


No Mary Sues. In other words no making your character the best at everything.


Please don't get mad because of little petty things, I mean come on, this is supposed to be fun people!


Pearl jumps onto the roof of a house, then skillfully climbs to a window. Using her strength to pull it up she slides through it silently and finds herself in a fancy bedroom. There was an older lady propped up on the bed with her back against the headboard, the lady's glasses were low on her nose indicating that she had fallen asleep unintentionally. Pearl pulls out her weapons (Two Katanas) and sneaks towards the bed. She places the tips of the blades on the Lady's abdomen and she pushes hard, stabbing them into her. Pearl quickly pulls out her Life Book as the lady's life spills out of her like a movie. The wounds on the elder's abdomen had disappeared and her cause of death would be covered up by old age. Pearl smirks at the dead old woman and sneaks out the same way she had come.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

Grayson had set up his carriage on the side of the road somewhat inside of an alley. He looks at the sky, "Today's going to be a good day!" He gets out his table and the overly large amount of shoes. He sets them up in a delicate fashion on the table. "Almost done." He grabs a chair and sets it behind the table. "Already to go." He had put up a sign that said open. "Shoes, anyone buying shoes?!" He yells trying to advertise his travelling business.


(I hope I get this RP started. (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜) )

 

[macaron]

Serephene wandered down the street, dressed in a green dress one of her servants picked out. It didn't look particularly "rich" as many people preferred, but that was the way she liked it. The weather was nice today, and she had decided to go out for a walk in town, maybe pick up some things for her servants as a gift, since they were always working so hard for her. She brushed a loose strand of hair out of her face, noting to retie her hair later since it seemed that the bun was loosening quickly.


She walked until she heard a loud voice. Thinking back, one of her servants, Amy, had mentioned that she needed shoes for the new dress she wanted to buy, as the store didn't have any matching ones. If she remembered correctly, it was a pink/white laced dress the girl was after. Serephene walked over to the stand with a large display of shoes, scanning it quickly before asking. "Do you have a pair of shoes that would fit nicely with a lacy pink and white dress?"

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This happens to be Amy, just in case anyone wants to know


(This is the dress that my character is wearing, just in case anyone wants to look at it because I'm too lazy to explain--more like I can't explain properly...and it's a lot thinner than the picture, so....yeah. xD )

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[CharmingCthulhu]

Shocked that he got a costumer nearly right away, Grayson said, "I don't know..." He walks to his carriage and rummages through it. He would talk to himself as he dug deeper into the carriage. "Here maybe these." He emerges out of the carriage holding White lace boots. "I'm not exactly the best at matching shoes with dresses." He scratches his head. "If you don't like them I'll find another pair." He smiles happy he has a costumer.

 

[macaron]

Serephene observed the boots. "They're nice," she said, "but if you have any other shoes, I'd like to see them as well." She thought about Amy's tastes for a bit--she had many pairs of high heeled shoes, though they were all strong, vibrant colors. "Heels would be the best option," she added.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

"Got it." He jumps back into the carriage rummaging through the carriage. He jumps back out of the carriage carrying a pair of shoes. "How do these look." He asks still happy that he had a costumer.

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[macaron]

Serephene nodded. "Those would be nice. I'll take both." Maybe Amy would use the boots with the other outfits she had. "How much would they be?"

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

He grabs a piece of paper from his pocket and begins unfolding it. "Let's see it would be 186 Euros but since you are my first customer I'll lower it to 150." He says hoping that he could make a deal with this lady.

 

[macaron]

A smile pulls at the corner of her lips at the gentleman's offer. "You don't need to lower the price," she says, pulling out her palm sized pouch. She pulls his hand, drops 220 Euros in it, and closes his fingers gently. "You can keep the change. I added a tip, since you did your job nicely." She puts her pouch away. "Do you have a disposable bag I can use to carry them?"

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

Grayson looks at the amount of money in his hand. "Th- Thank you." He hears the last question and puts his money in his pocket. "I could lock up and carry them for you, since you tipped me." He smiles at the girl, she was defiantly his favorite costumer yet.

 

[macaron]

Serephene's smiled widened a fraction. "Thank you. I'll have to tip you again, though." No one had been so kind to her when she was outside. She looked up at the clear sky, then back at the man. "If you would like, I'll buy you something to eat, if you haven't eaten already." Even though she had eaten before she came out, she longed for something sweet, as usual. It was a good opportunity to buy something for the man after being such a gentleman.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

"Sure, I'll close up and be right there." He quickly grabs the shoes, table, and chair and hurls them into the carriage locking the door. "Some of the locals have been saying there's a decent place a flew blocks from here." He grabbed his hat and stood next to his costumer holding the shoes in a paper bag. "Ready?" He glances at the customer eager to eat something.

 

[macaron]

Serephene watches the eager movements of the man. "Is it okay if we stop by my house to drop off the shoes first?" she asks. "I'd like to see the look on her face when she sees the shoes. And it's not too far from here, either. Then we can visit the place you're talking about." She pushes another strand of hair that decided to fall over her face. "I'll lead the way, if that's fine with you."

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

"That's fine. Where do you live?" He glances over at her as she pushes her hair back. "Oh, excuse my manners, but what's your name?"

 

[macaron]

"I'm Serephene," she said, leading the way. "And I live in the Everglaze Manor." She looked over her shoulder to make sure the man was still there. "May I ask you for your name?"

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

"Oh my name?" Grayson asks as he nearly trips over his own foot. "My names Grayson, but you could call me whatever you want." He smiles at the girl known as Serephene.

 

[macaron]

"I'll stick to Grayson," she said. "Unless you have another name in mind?" She turned a corner and made sure to look back at the man. "I can carry that bag. It's for someone I know, after all."

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

"Well, if you'd like to carry it." He hands the bag to Serephene. "Just remember if it gets to heavy I can always carry them." He smiles at Serephene, "So where is your house?"

 

[macaron]

Serephene took the bag from Grayson, smiling a bit at his kindness. "Thank you." She turned her head to watch where she was walking. "It shouldn't be too far now," she replied. As she said this, she stopped slowly in front of a grand mansion. "You can stop your carriage in the back--it's safer there than out here. Someone might steal it." She walked over to the side of the manor and turned around, waiting for the man to follow.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

Grayson saw the large manor and was shocked. Judging by her clothes she looked to be a commoner. He quickly followed the woman. " So is this where you live?" He asks scratching his head. He then hears the last part of her sentence. "No it's fine I asked the nearby store owners and residents to watch it for me."

 

[macaron]

"Yes, it is, though I live with others." She didn't like referring to her servants as 'servants' to others. To her, they were her friends, even though she isn't too close with any of them. It was her fault for not being open with people, but she still loved having them around. "Oh, I see, then we'll go in through the front." She walked back towards the front of the manor and headed towards the doors, looking back. "Would you like to head out as soon as I hand these to her?" she asked.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

Grayson walks towards the girl, "That would be delightful." He leans his back against one of the columns of the gate. "I'll wait out here!" He yells towards Serephene.

 

[macaron]

Serephene frowned. She shouldn't--more like couldn't--treat a guest in such a way, especially after they've been so polite. "Would you like a glass of water before we go?" she tried, not liking the idea of leaving Grayson alone in front of her house.

 

[CharmingCthulhu]

"I'm fine, but if your offering..." He quickly runs up to where Serephene was standing. "Quite an estate you have." He opens the door saying, "Ladies first " He smiles at Serephene waiting for her to go through the door.

 

[macaron]

Serephene thanked Grayson and walked through the door, greeted by a loud blonde girl. Amy waltzed over to Serephene, suddenly stopping and eyeing Grayson. "Ohhh, you've brought a guy home," she purred. "You're finally getting a boyfriend?"


Serephene gave Amy a puzzled look. "No, he's a guest." She held out the bag to Amy, secretly eager for her friend's reaction. "They were hand made."


Amy looked at the bag before taking it. "What is this?" She peeked inside and paused. The next moment, Amy leaped onto Serephene. "Oh my gosh, they're gorgeous! They're perfect for my dress! Where did you get them?"


Serephene wriggled out of Amy's grasp and brushed herself off. "My guest, Grayson."


Amy gaped at Grayson, soon inches from his face as well as bombarding him with questions. "Is is true? Do you really make these amazing shoes? Do you have a shop? If you do, where is it? Can I come? Actually, it'll be better if I can see all of the shoes you make? Is it hard to make them? Can you teach me?"