lackingbeauty | ♕ 002 // Action for Goldenrod (Circus)

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♕ 002 // Action for Goldenrod (Circus)

-ere.

[Beast, for anyone who remembers her first broadcast some time ago, seems to have gotten the hang of the PokéGear, holding it so that it better shows her from the shoulder up, outside Eve's Garden Circus in Goldenrod.]

Reckon that's workin' now. Ye can 'ear me an' such.

[She looks. Irritated? Stern? Strained? Maybe it's just her face.]

Been 'ere longer 'n I care t'be, but apparently that isn' about to change, so I'll introduce myself proper.

Name's Beast. Animal tamer by trade. [She snorts a bit derisively before muttering under her breath-] Though looks like everyone 'n their brother is claimin' t'be the same in this place.

Any 'ow, I figured to thank the people who tried to talk t'me when I first arrived. Ye'll forgive I weren' exactly the 'appiest woman at the time, seein' as I think takin' that sort a arrival calmly might mean yer off in the 'ead.

Didn' get most a yer names, but I appreciate what ye done.

[Which is the closest she'll come to apologizing for how she treated some of you. Take it or leave it.]

That said, 'll be takin' up at the circus time bein'. 'd like t' 'ave a few words with anyone who considers themself a part a that. In person, preferably. This gear'll do if yer away.

Good day t'ye.

[Look at that- so polite.]

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[ Have a sheepish grin at that. ]

Heard too much of the latter'n the former, love. You'll have to pardon a lad.

[ But he'll step in, deciding to take the door from her instead and holding it open. ]

Come on then.

[Beast's facial expression shows just what she thinks about being called "love"- which she might have glossed over normally, but. He was already on her bad side.

But she stalks out the door, and keeps going- she won't stop until they're out of earshot from bystanders and shops.

Only then does she whirl on him.]

'ow do ye know about the manor? Talk.

[ He's more than willing to follow after. At least he hasn't been decked yet and Beast looks like the kind of woman who can manage to deck even a reaper. ]

I wasn't the one assigned to going to the manor, mind... so... I honestly don't know too much. That goes to my senior, Mister Sutcliffe. Wager you prolly didn't meet him... doubt Mister Spears mentioned him either.

[ There was a sigh though as he ruffles his hair. ]

But yeah. I was too knackered from what me and Mister Spears had to do that I didn't get too many details from Mister Sutcliffe. Only time I met that Bassy he'd been going on about was when I caught up to him and that Ciel lad on the Campagnia.

An' ow'd yer Mister Sutcliffe know, then?

[And who was Bassy? What was he talking about, a demon? Beast's mind was going about a mile a minute, except the only things bouncing around in her head didn't make a lick of sense.

Reapers. Demons. The names of men she didn't know. The Phantomhive Manor. This man knowing Suit. Him asking her what the last thing she remembered was. Him noting she hadn't been at "the manor", which had to be Father's, then, didn't it-]

An' what the 'ell did ye get up to with Suit, then?

...Yeah.

[He reaches up, rubbing the back of his neck.]

But I'm kinda in the minority. Most people don't even last one year, let alone five.

A year?

[Nope, that. Didn't make it much better]

Ooh...

[She's...really not sure how names actually work for most of the world, so she's suitably impressed.]

Vanellope von Schweetz, at your service!

[...Okay, yeah. Maybe he shouldn't have gone for that big of a timespan.

So, what to do...]

Some people don't even last a month?

[Now.

That is a name. Beast takes a stab based on the "Von".]

German, are ye?

An' it's all just up to what? Luck?

Unfortunately. I hate to be a downer, but the best thing you can really do is buckle down and make the most of it.

Good news is, you'll probably won't get bored.

You've got quite a few questions, don't you?

[ He'll take a pause to fold his arms behind his head a second. Give him a moment. It's been a good few months for him, after all. ]

Best I explain what goes on behind the scenes a bit then. See, we're assigned the souls that need reaping and when the time of death comes 'round, we pop over and pick up you lot. There was a big job that night and only about five of us left in Dispatch, y'see. Mister Sutcliffe was the one assigned to pick up whoever was going to die at the Phantomhives. Mister Spears-- er, Suit, that is... he and I were at a much bigger job. Prolly over a hundred or so there that night.

[Beast's glare makes it clear exactly who she thinks is entitled to ask as many questions as she damn well pleases.

But the glare wavers.

There wasn't any way he could be telling the truth- reapers didn't exist, after all. Demons didn't exist.

- But then how did he know they were heading to the Phantomhive manor? How did he know about Father's manor?]

... Who died that night, then? If yer a reaper, then.

[There was a very unsteady edge to her voice, like she was daring him to say names of people she knew and would immediately laugh it off... and yet.

And yet.]

M'fraid m'not at the liberty to tell.

[ There's a look though, one that says he's considering it... thinking about it... trying to figure out how much he could tell and what he could tell. ]

Could tell you... had to feel sorry for all of them. Kids, I mean... fair lot of them.

[ He's not too keen about telling her about Joker, really. Maybe it'd be best not to tell. ]

Family. Besides here you're... [Snake turns his head away. Beast doesn't know yet what happened. He thought that sore spot of betrayal had passed. He didn't expect to still be feeling so strongly about what happened back home. He's content to stay here forever. He holds his temper, but there is fury in his eyes.]

You should ask Joker about what happened back home, says Quincey.

A dog's not quite the same thing as a tiger. But if you insist.

[Of course, this is a demon dog tall enough to ride on, but details details. Envy gives Lucky a pat on the head before he recalls him.]

Better?

[Beast doesn't seem to feel the need to dignify that with a response- of course it was better???

She'd already marching off, moving to a side tent and gesturing him to follow her in.]

Why don' ye 'ave a sit while we talk, then?

I reckon I never did bond well with an animal pittin' it in a fight.

[Turn your shonen protag off Maka???]

I'll do it the proper way, thank ye.

'ere I'm wh-

[The look of anger in Snake's eyes actually stopped Beast in her tracks. She's never seen him look like that before. Dangerous, sure, when he was on patrol, but. He'd never looked this angry even when that bastard had him in a cage.

She actually forgets to talk for a second.]

... What d'ye mean?

[A lot of kids? Beast paled slightly. There was a reason she wasn't the frontman of their operation- she couldn't lie or hide her emotions. The children they'd brought to Father... ?]

I'd take a second an' really think about what sort a constraints ye feel keep ye from tellin'.

[Is that... a threat?

(Yes).]

[ He didn't really read the reports. After all, there were far too many for him to actually do so but he sees the look in her eyes. It's the look he remembers from his early days.

Unfortunately, when you're in the business long as he has... there's a measure of desensitization that happens over the years. ]

Listen... s'just the principle of the thing. Can't give you any details as to who died and how and when. S'just not done, is all.

Ciel Phantomhive. He killed Joker. He killed you. He lied and said he was looking for you to straighten out a misunderstanding, and so I started to work for him as a footman, says Gaskell.

[Beast just stared.

For a long time, she just stared. It was so direct, so sudden, that she actually couldn't process it for a moment. Even when she spoke, her voice sounded... off.]

If ye thought fer even a second a joke like that'd be in good jest-

I don' give a damn about yer principles.

[And she didn't seem to give a damn about personal space, either, because she shoved her pointer finger at his chest quite hard.]

I'm tellin' ye to speak up now.

[ Whew, this one's a tough one. ]

And m'saying I can't, love, s'much as I'd love to. It's been a bleeding while for me, really.

[ There's a sigh though as he ruffles his hair. ]

Didn't think the two cases'd be connected, really... I mean, the Phantomhive Manor and the place with Old Man Kelvin're pretty far off...

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