♕ 002 // Action for Goldenrod (Circus)

[lackingbeauty]

-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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[lackingbeauty]

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?

[hardknoxlife]

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.

[lackingbeauty]

[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.]

[hardknoxlife]

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. ]

[lackingbeauty]

[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).]

[diehardreaper]

[ 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.

[lackingbeauty]

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.

[hardknoxlife]

[ 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...

[lackingbeauty]

[Beast really didn't want to do this. It wasn't the time, nor the place-

She glanced around even as a hand reached for her whip, but. No. There were still people about, people who might see, who might tell.

She put her hand down, balled them in to fists and clenched her jaw.]

Then let's 'ope fer yer sake ye can recover that memory soon.

[diehardreaper]

[ There's a sigh there as he ruffles his hair. Ah damn, what a pickle. ]

M'afraid I can only tell you what I know. Apart from the urchins... there was a bloke in a wheelchair... some other poor sod...

Ciel and Bassy made it out in once piece though. Course, m'not too surprised at this point.

[lackingbeauty]

[In a wheelchair? Father?

"Some other poor sod"?]

- What about that poor sod?