Burial at sea

[beautyindeath]

Who: Undertaker & you
When: Shortly after his arrival
Where: The Plaza
Style: Will match
Status: Open

Oh my. When Undertaker had chosen to perform his experiment on the Campania while out at sea he hadn't expected as much as this. To be stuck under the water in a strange location. For the moment he was sitting on one of the higher pieces of corral, watching the residents pass by and observing them. It was certainly more interesting to watch them this way than on the device which he had received or by reading the brochure. The pictures on it appearing similar to what one would watch with the cinematic record. It was curious to watch the residents around him, even in this fishbowl setting their interactions and behaviors were intriguing. How many had he seen seemingly lifeless until that moment when they touched the coral? Not to mention the mark which some had left quite exposed and open in clear sight of all.

Naturally the Undertaker had checked himself, finding the same brand on his arm as he had pulled up the sleeve of his robes. And while he personally didn't care for it, the impurity and ugly brand which he figured must mark all of those in this place, it was quickly accepted. Rather what he fiddled with while watching was the starfish which had taken the place of the treasure which the earl was keeping for him. For now though the ex-shinigami would have to entertain himself with the very souls he was watching before him, hoping he might have an opportunity to find a first rate laugh. Or the chance to examine them a little close and dress them up. A small somewhat manic laugh escaping at the thought as his lips curled into a smile.

Comments

[rebull]

As the Undertaker happily enjoys his new scenery, and I mean the people, naturally of course, he may have a slight chance to miss the appearance of a very distracting fellow with very large horns and vibrant wings folded up behind his back. He may completely miss seeing him! And I can tell you, this guy with some crazy horn sure misses seeing the Undertaker. His eyes look a little dead, body drained as he almost shuffle's his feet when walking. The grey skinned, red haired chap looks pretty stressed out and he's surprised to have bumped-

right into this new Vatheon resident. Sorry dude. Summoner shakes his head for a moment, stopping in his tracks. His horns feel so heavy right now and he was barely paying attention to where he was walking, his mind being in completely different places at the moment.

"Oh, uh, sorry, man." Said in a rather gruff voice, like he hasn't actually spoken in a few days.

[beautyindeath]

Undertaker had certainly been surprised to see such a sight, a demon walking around so openly, or something else entirely perhaps? The way the he barely shuffled along though reminded him of several other residents he had seen struggling to reach the coral where he was sitting, though he hadn't expected to be bumped into.

"Gufu~ Your horns are rather quite interesting." Hopefully he doesn't mind as Undertaker pokes at the tip of one of them.

[rebull]

Yes, a demon, sure. He'll take that, he's just so tired right now. And he actually was wandering about here to get a touch of the coral, not that it would raise his spirits at all. He's drained for a good lot of reasons, that only being one of them.

"My- yeah, heh, I uh, I get that a lot." A small smile. Pokes around or close to the tip anyway, unless the Undertaker jumps or has a huge reach, which Summoner doesn't really notice right now. His horns go three or four feet higher than his already 6 feet in height, talk about ridiculous. He probably should be using his enchanted earrings to make their load a little more bearable right now. Either way, he doesn't notice the touching, his horns are pretty numb for the majority of their length.

"Try to contain yourself."

[beautyindeath]

He had a rather long reach, and sitting on top of the coral added a little to his advantage as well. Perhaps this place would be interesting after all, he had already gotten a few laughs and now the chance to examine this creature up close. The complexion was rather different than a humans and not nearly as vibrant or colorful. The shinigami will lean a bit closer inspecting the facial features of Summoner without regard for personal space. "It's hard to do with such an intriguing guest~"

[rebull]

As far as colour goes, trolls mostly have that in their brightly coloured horns, but Summoner's also got those wings too, a bright orange. Is any more colour is wanted, well, gonna to cut a little deeper, literally. Trolls have a spectrum, fun, Summoner's a whole lot of orange though, he makes up for it with all the red on his clothing and his dyed hair.

As for personal space, he's a little awkward at first, but the Undertaker's lack of personal space is actually kind nice and gets him smiling a little more. Eccentric, but in a good way so far.

"Heh, I'll uh, I'll keep that in mind and try not to be too flashy around you," a wink, moving to put his hands in his pockets. "Wild swing and say you're uh, you're new, right?"

for ironic reasons; they must meet...

[dwightandclean]

It was still weird to be able to sit outside in a simple t-shirt in mid-January without having to worry about hypothermia. Of course living inside of a glorified terrarium helped with the weather issue but if Dwight didn't think about it too much he could pretend to enjoy it.

At least until his coffee was done and he could return to the apartment he'd claimed as a hideaway.

Of course, that's when he feels someone staring at him. He keeps from looking around, trying to see who it is without openly looking around. the locals are no help, as they don't seem to be giving him any hints of weird staring people or where they may be located at.

Dwight sighed. Time for another weird day. How was it that he was really starting to miss clean up duties?

and meet they shall

[beautyindeath]

It might be difficult to determine just what the Undertaker was viewing since it seemed his eyes were hidden behind the hair in his face, though among the crowd he was rather easy to spot. The black robes a stark contrast from the coral that he was sitting on as he fiddled with the star fish.

If the other were to glance he might see that Undertaker was saying something, though it might be rather difficult to hear from afar.

yee~

[dwightandclean]

His coffee was done but the staring was still there, and he hadn't been able to find it subtly. He peered up and glanced around; noticing the guy sitting on top of the coral after oh about a second.

That was what was staring? The Cleaner shrugged and tossed his cup, moving overto the coral and simply staring back up at the Undertaker.

[beautyindeath]

Now that the Undertaker finally seemed to get someone's attention despite how long he had been sitting there he's simply going to wave at the man. "Hi~"

It was much easier to seem the man now that he was close up, before Undertaker could have made little more than a shadowy silhouette.

[diehardreaper]

Ronald didn't mind much of the city recently. He went by his usual procedure, day in and day out and trying to find something to. Occasionally, there would be a pretty face pretty enough to turn his head but truth be told, ever since his friend got sent back... well, he didn't like to think about it. Today, however, he's a little hopeful. He's looking through the crowd in search of a familiar face when he catches sight of another familiar face he was hoping he wouldn't ever sitting atop the coral.

He takes a step back, hand slipping into his pocket to grasp for his knife just in case. His scythe's in close enough quarters so he can run over to it if need be. "Don't tell me the city's brought you in, too!" he sighs, still standing his ground. "Of all the bleeding luck..."

[beautyindeath]

Undertaker hadn't noticed the shinigami at first, though the movement and the glint of the knife were certainly enough to catch Undertaker's attention. Ah so one of the rabbits had managed to follow him even here, the one that was still rather green at that, he was slightly impressed.

Crossing his legs, Undertaker leaned forward as his elbows rested on his knees and the smirk on his widened a little. "Gufufu, did you want the hunt to continue?"

[diehardreaper]

Ah damn. Damn it all. He should have just walked past -- no, hurried past and rushed to Grell to tell her about what was going on. But here he was, deer in the headlights staring at the ex-reaper that grinned down at him from the coral. "I'd... rather pass, thanks." Ronald answered, taking another step back in the direction of his scythe. William wasn't around. Grell wouldn't be within earshot. Hell, even if Sebastian seemed like a good idea he wasn't around anymore either.

"Look," he began, standing his ground. "Tell you what. We're not home. The board won't be around to send anyone out... you go your way, I go mine, alright?"

[beautyindeath]

"Oh~ I thought you couldn't let pass what I had done?" Were younger Shinigami really so shallow in their resolve now that even when those over them state something so boldly the were unable to follow up on it. Though it was understandable given how disappointing Undertaker had been even with all three of them coming at him. Undertaker continued to fiddling with the starfish he had received, keeping his gaze towards the other.

"I'm rather curious about this place now."

[cheapshinigami]

[As part of his Defense Force patrol duties, Tatsumi watches out for mysterious and suspicious individuals, as well as new arrivals. And that's how he finds a strange-looking man sitting at the top of a coral.]

Good afternoon, Sir. Could it be that you are new to this world?

[beautyindeath]

[Undertaker leans forward a little, resting his elbows on his crossed legs as he looks closer at the man in front of him. There was something different about him that Undertaker wasn't quite sure of, but it would certainly be wonderful to have the opportunity to examine him.]

Bingo~ Gufu, are you part of the welcoming committee?

[cheapshinigami]

[Of course something is off, as Tatsumi is dead and a reaper. But it's not something he will tell the Undertaker.]

Not at all. I am a member of the Defense Force.

[beautyindeath]

[Yes well the glasses might be a dead give away, had the eyes been the right color. At the mention of a defense force the Undertaker seemed a little more interested, usually where there was something such as that then there was death involved.]

Defense from what?

[cursedempath]

Hisoka had finally found a moment to sneak out of Tatsumi and Tsuzuki's appartment. As much as he appreciated them trying to take care of him, he needed some time to himself. He needed a chance to think about what had just happened. He was not used to this place by any means and he knew that he had to get used to it.

It was this day that he shivered a little as he felt a presence that stuck out more than others. It was light but dark, sinister but not. It was a new feeling and he wasn't sure what to make of it. Glancing around, the young shinigami tried to follow where the feeling was coming from.

Which then led him to this man dressed in old fashioned dark clothing. Or rather... He hoped it was a man.

[beautyindeath]

Well this was interesting, the number of different guests which he had seen in the short time that he sat there on the coral. The trolls, the humans, and now it seemed that someone else entirely had sought him out. It was easy to tell that Undertaker belongs to part of the underworld, the funeral attire and his appearance cluing in most people, but the aura as well; a hazy fog a mystery much like his motivations.

Playing with the starfish between his fingers still Undertaker looked down at the boy that seemed to have been searching for him, the grin widening a little as a black nail came up and tapped against his chin. "Searching for something?"

[cursedempath]

Hisoka jumped as he was spoken to. The man certainly had a way about him. It was eerie and made the teen's skin crawl. And the emotions that he gave off, while not crashing into him, were steady enough that it was trying to knock him off balance. He didn't like that feeling at all.

Trying to keep his footing and not look like he was about to pass out, the young shingami looked up at him - feeling rather short in comparison. His acid green eyes gazed upon the man, not able to see past the long bangs.

"I... I was just..." He really didn't know what to say at this point.

[beautyindeath]

Oh it seemed that the boy was rather shy, so naturally the Undertaker leaned a little closer as the grin widened a little more. It was really interesting that someone like this would have been wandering around, there was certainly something coming from him that was familiar but off at the same time.

"Gufufu~ What's your name?"

[redcinemareel]

Grell was oblivious to any person sitting so high and watching her movements. She was currently looking over possible job listings, because she needed a way to fuel her outlet for hot men in bars. That, and it wouldn't hurt to buy some new clothes.

She tapped a pencil against her chin as she walked slowly, thinking quite furiously on her decision for work.

[beautyindeath]

Grell was rather easy to pick out of the crowd, as Undertaker would have been as well. So then the other meddling shinigami was here a s well, though it seemed that Grell had been less than thrilled at Undertaker's experimentation it was interesting to see them again here.

Releasing the starfish which he had been playing with Undertaker hopped down from where he had been perched. And while not landing very far from the other shinigami it was certainly out of arms range for obvious reasons. "Gufu~ You don't seem to be very busy today."

[redcinemareel]

That laugh. She could never mistake that. Grell stopped in her tracks and whirled around, narrowing her eyes at him.

"So...you're here." She snapped her communicator shut and placed it into her pocket. "Looks can be deceiving. You of all beings should know that."

[beautyindeath]

"Oh~ If you had taken a closer look, often appearances can tell quite a lot. If you know what to look for."

It was his keen eye and knowledge after all that had lead Undertaker to become associated with the Phantomhive family with the generations previous to Ciel. That was the very reason why he had taken such precautions to keep others from getting that clear look or close examination.