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[earlofphantoms]

What am I to make of this? {The voice of this new user is entirely too calm; too collected considering the circumstances. But he has been uniquely trained by, shall we say, a vibrant life? Which, incidentally, ended abruptly (and painfully) in his memory.}

An introduction, perhaps? All of those start to sound the same, I imagine. {He finally comes into full view, smiling in a way that could be polite - if it weren't for the mischievous glint in his eyes.} Something like: I am Earl Vincent Phantomhive? Does that suffice? Should I add "of England"?

{He gives a light chuckle before remarking:}

I must say this is the queerest afterlife I can imagine.

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[somakemelaugh]

[The grin on his face doesn't disappear, but shifts again, turning into something a little more toward the devilish, something one might expect to see on a demon not unlike the one that had chained himself to Phantomhive son's soul. His humanity hadn't quite left him, but he had ceased being human long ago, and this family meant everything to him.]

I'll call it what you wish, my lord, as long as it pleases you. Your sons were my priority, though I admit I had had it in mind to serve those who did this with a lesson they can't forget. But your boy and you are bent on doing that yourself. Far be it from me to think I have any right to deliver the message.

[earlofphantoms]

{He closes his eyes sadly, laying a hand on Undertaker's shoulder.}

I will not have you endangering yourself giving them their dues. I believe he will be successful and if he is not, he can join his mother and I. A home can be made in many places.

[somakemelaugh]

[That... has so many meanings to him, so much envy he had for those who had passed on as they were meant to do and those like him who had not. Thus far only Ciel knew what he was for certain, and no one else in this world was the wiser except Jason, who only knew that he was far older than any human should be.]

[He had not even told Vincent why the man meant so much to him, why he held his family in such high regard now when so many others before, so many others he had buried as a mortician had left no impression.]

[His voice softened, as it so rarely did.]

Don't worry yourself over it, my lord. I've been more than just a mortician in my day, but I will keep out of his way as I had with you. If he is to die, I'll care for him as I did you and yours and so many others before you, but we don't need to look forward to that just yet. I believe he has more to give to this world and our own than another body in a coffin.

[earlofphantoms]

{He has been blessed with an open mind. In his position, he has seen and been party to many an odd circumstance. Vincent has an inkling that the world is composed of more than what most people see day to day. His mother has instilled in him an appreciation of many sorts even if it seems like most people cannot see the bespectacled figures that frequent crime scenes.

To accept... To appreciate... It is a form of love, is it not? Vincent is fine giving that to those who look to be in sore need of it.}

I have never asked. {A mortician was needed and so, why rock the boat?} I know he is in good hands with you, alive or deceased. I cannot remember a time I did not see you, here or there.

{Sometimes with his mother hushing him - only for him to find other ways of expressing what - and who - he saw. His drawings were ghastly.}

[somakemelaugh]

[Nothing on him changes in those next few steps down the road, though he does link one hand in his other behind himself. He can't see the way clearly and he may never again do so, but he knows exactly where he's going, exactly where his feet fall.]

You haven't needed to. I'm quite used to being the one who buries the bodies in our place and time. Who better to need my services than one of the ones who see to a good deal of my business? It's only natural that we would be in touch so often.

[It's a valid excuse, of course, but a sorry one if he does say so himself. He doesn't even know the man who provides the wood for his coffins so well or the woman who provides him the silks and fabrics that line the insides to make so soft a bed for his customers.]

[earlofphantoms]

{Vincent keeps a sharp eye on any obstructions, skillfully maneuvering to make the way clear for his guide. It's the least he can do, really.}

When you put it like that, I sound like a serial murderer. {Well, it isn't incorrect.} Isn't it funny how where you stand affects your morals? If I wasn't a Watch-Dog, I would have been thrown in jail or executed for my trouble. But since I am...was...

{He amends, sighing.} all is well. All is right.

[somakemelaugh]

[It's cute watching Vincent pick around their path for them, almost as if he knows how blind Undertaker really is. Maybe the man was a bit more perceptive than he gave him credit for with regards to his person. He'd done all he could to hide his poor sight, after all.]

Rank in society tends to afford one certain benefits, doesn't it? What'd be unfair to one might not be to another. Surely if I'd done what you had been forced to do as the Queen's dog, I'd have been locked away with the rest of those poor wretches. You're not wrong there. But here, you'll find those things just don't exist. Rank and file are... different.