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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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[Give him a hot minute. Just like a hot minute.]

[Okay, he's good now.] Milord.

[There's a moment of panic at the video. He sees the dead in is dreams, in memories, but never like this. He wants to call this man an imposter but...

His eye glances over the username once. Twice. Three times. Nobody else but a Phantomhive who choose that for a username.

What does he say? He'd run from the ghosts of his parents and Undertaker had spoken with him after. He won't run now but finding words, thinking about how to interact after four years...

He knwos he doesn't want to show his face yet at least.]

I can assure you, this isn't the afterlife. I was quite alive before the portal latched onto me.

{Time is ticking~}

Undertaker, I did not expect to see you here? Have you decided to forgo your duties and cross the divide?

[And then it's like nothing bad here or there ever happened. But boy, is this strange.] Would that I could confess as much, but I believe you know me better than that. None of us are here because we want to be.

{Vincent thinks his choice of username is a bit lazy, but it suits its purpose and that is all that matters in the end. Ciel's name, however, intrigues him.}

I am relieved to hear you survived.

{Relieved and...worried. If this is his son, why is he avoiding him? Why is he sticking to text?}

You needn't be shy about it.

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I had no intention of dying. {He cannot speak for others, but he can speak for himself.} Of all the times we spoke on the topic, I never once imagined my own demise. I suppose that was a failing on my part.

It was unexpected. Very unexpected. The only ones who can be so sure of their own death are those who die of their own hand. [Even disease was unpredictable in some cases... But since they're on the topic of death, and he knows what sometimes lurks in this city, and he knows the last time he saw this man he was little more than pieces of bone in a casket, there is a very real concern for him.]

This may come as a strange request, Earl, but can you describe where you are right now? It may not be safe where you are and we can't have an encore of the last time we met.

[Ciel, on the other hand, had gone for something short and simple. Easily recognized.]

Nobody wanted childrens blood on their hands.

[Especially with how valuable that blood was. And if he'd truly wanted to avoid Vincent, he'd have 'misplaced' his phone in a box somewhere.]

I'm not being shy. Text is just more convenient for the moment.

Even then, the pain can be surprising. {But his suffering really doesn't concern him.} I trust Rachel followed me? What of the twins?

{While he manages to keep his calm, content facade, there is a flash of anger hidden underneath. As a father - as a Phantomhive - he will not rest if his sons have been hurt or killed.}

I am in the communal housing. What should I be wary of, do you suppose?

I cannot say that is entirely true. There are some who would rejoice over the spilled blood of children.

{The world is a weird, sucky place. He wishes he had prepared him for it better.}

Then may I have a name or must I start guessing?

[The grin on him is the only sign of his own relief. He's still quite stunned to see the Earl here and alive, but he'll let that much slide for now. People who should have been dead in their own worlds were here now. His isn't a unique situation.] A terrible last memory, to be sure. I wish I had better news for you, but I've not seen your wife or one of you sons here. The other is safe with me, and that'll be a comfort to you.

If you're in the communal housing, you're just as well off. It isn't what's inside the buildings what concerns me so much as what can be outside of them.

Not that night, they didn't.

[Now he's absolutely encouraged to guess.]

Children are quite particular about their games. I wouldn't object to a guessing one, Lord Phantomhive.

Earl Phantomhive? Fascinating. I believe we already have one of those here.

It's certainly a colorful afterlife, if that is indeed what it is.

Do you? What is his first name if you do not mind me inquiring?

That night, hm?

{That explains his survival in part, but it lacks details.}

Does your name refer to the sky? Or the heavens perhaps?

{Something hollow, something angry passes over his features for a moment. Yet, in the next instant, it is quelled masterfully.

His son is here.} You have kept your loyalty to the Phantomhives, I see, and I am grateful for it. How does he fare?

{He walks to a window.} How am I to find both of you if I do not go out?

Not a word, I want him to guess.

[Let Ciel have his fun, friend.]

Indeed we do, alas a lowly commoner like myself has not been honored with the young Lord's given name. My apologies, Earl Phantomhive.

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I think it might be a bit much for over these devices.

[He really doesn't want to air this for any busybody in the Quarantine to see.]

That seems like cheating, going right for translation but I'll allow it. It refers to the sky.

[He knows that anger, knows to expect it. He also knows there is nothing he can do to help the Earl soothe it, but he wouldn't try if he could. Vincent has every right to be pissed off.] He is as well as he can be. Every bit the young noble he would have been.

[He can see the view shift and doesn't think much of it, though it does fascinate him to no end that he can see distant things that should be a watery mess to his eyes in perfect clarity through this small screen.] Within the city itself, things aren't so bad. I had been more concerned that you were beyond, where things are not quite so well maintained.

[He grins. There are things to worry about, but the Earl is safe and for now, he cares for not much else.] They would have given you a floor and a room to your own until you find more permanent housing. What is yours, milord? I'll come see you if you'd not mind the company and we can go find your son.

Don't worry,
I wouldn't have told him anyway. But, know I have questions.

I'll answer what I can.

{Anger is useful. He just needs to direct it. It's not for everyone to see and to know. Outwardly, he must appear unfazed by the tragedy of losing all he held dear in one night.}

Thank you for protecting him. Neither of them are destined to be physically strong. It is their minds that must be made of iron.

{Blinking out of his thoughts, he smiles faintly and there is a rare sweetness to it.} All things considered, I would not hold back if I were.

{Murder would be easy in his current mood.} Yet it is better that I am here so that I can greet you and my son properly.

I am located on floor four and I have been given bed four for the time being.

I'll contact you later then. Good luck with the other Earl.

I agree.

{But Ciel has his utmost attention.}

Is it? So many names carry that meaning. Of course this one I have in mind is rather special. Not many Englishmen have French names.

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