The Undertaker leaned on a fence outside of his new home. He did not have any particular grief with his new roommates; in fact, he liked them quite a lot. He had offered to make them custom-fit coffins and everything. Alas, they did not seem to return his housemately affections.
He supposed it was just the jar of preserved eyes that broke the camel’s back. The silver haired man gave the jar in question a look and a little twist, sending the eyes in question (geezard, not human, he seriously did not understand what all the fuss was about) swirling around in circles within their formaldehyde prison. He sighed.
“Perhaps a mimic’s eyes would compliment the décor more,” he said aloud, directed at the jar of eyes.
9. A Random Encounter (He probably counts as one…)
Two eerie yellow lights shone out from one of the darkened alleys of the city slums. They flicked every once in a while, but otherwise, no noise or movement came from the shadows.
Anyone passing by might see them as they pass, but unfortunately, if they are not watching closely, they will most likely not hear as the source of those lights draw closer. Undertaker is having so much ~fun~ with the instinctive abilities of his new vampire abilities.
Passersby might feel a light touch across their backs as the Undertaker runs a tailor’s tape along their shoulders. There’s no harm in being prepared, in case they find themselves in need of his services.
10. Jobs…well, sort of
With doctors and white mages keeping watch, and Heroes in and out visiting fallen comrades, it is rare to find a room in the hospital completely unguarded quiet. But somehow, the Undertaker has done so, and is seizing the opportunity to study one of the crystalized Heroes without any interference. Out of the various pockets of his vampire cloak, he pulls a scalpel, several jars, a saw…the usual tools.
Before he attempts to do anything drastic to the unfortunate Hero, he stops to take measurements, jotting them down on a scrap of parchment. This is a learning experience, after all. Notes taken, he takes up the scalpel, giggling wildly as he leans over the Hero’s cot…
The Undertaker | Kuroshitsuji | I'm so sorry, everyone
The Undertaker leaned on a fence outside of his new home. He did not have any particular grief with his new roommates; in fact, he liked them quite a lot. He had offered to make them custom-fit coffins and everything. Alas, they did not seem to return his housemately affections.
He supposed it was just the jar of preserved eyes that broke the camel’s back.
The silver haired man gave the jar in question a look and a little twist, sending the eyes in question (geezard, not human, he seriously did not understand what all the fuss was about) swirling around in circles within their formaldehyde prison. He sighed.
“Perhaps a mimic’s eyes would compliment the décor more,” he said aloud, directed at the jar of eyes.
9. A Random Encounter (He probably counts as one…)
Two eerie yellow lights shone out from one of the darkened alleys of the city slums. They flicked every once in a while, but otherwise, no noise or movement came from the shadows.
Anyone passing by might see them as they pass, but unfortunately, if they are not watching closely, they will most likely not hear as the source of those lights draw closer. Undertaker is having so much ~fun~ with the instinctive abilities of his new vampire abilities.
Passersby might feel a light touch across their backs as the Undertaker runs a tailor’s tape along their shoulders. There’s no harm in being prepared, in case they find themselves in need of his services.
10. Jobs…well, sort of
With doctors and white mages keeping watch, and Heroes in and out visiting fallen comrades, it is rare to find a room in the hospital completely
unguardedquiet. But somehow, the Undertaker has done so, and is seizing the opportunity to study one of the crystalized Heroes without any interference. Out of the various pockets of his vampire cloak, he pulls a scalpel, several jars, a saw…the usual tools.Before he attempts to do anything drastic to the unfortunate Hero, he stops to take measurements, jotting them down on a scrap of parchment. This is a learning experience, after all. Notes taken, he takes up the scalpel, giggling wildly as he leans over the Hero’s cot…