PLEASE

If you find fault with my portrayal of Sebastian, let me know here! And I beg of you, give me a full critique. I can't work with a quick "you're doing it wrong," it doesn't help. Tell me why, and what you think could be better, and how it could be better. I really do appreciate the criticism, as long as it's constructive.

Alternately, if you think I'm doing a great job and want to let me know, that's fully appreciated as well! Once again, however, description is loved.

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Young master, I apologize for yesterday's behavior. It was entirely uncalled for.

[Sebastian whistled cheerfully as he wheeled the breakfast cart down the hallway to the young master's bedroom. He knocked lightly on the door, then opened it and said, almost in a sing-song voice...]

Good morning, young master!

[He opened the curtains and began to serve the breakfast.]

Stupid little humans with your stupid little games.

You've no idea how to really play...

Come now, friends,

Let's play a game.





((OOC: Getting Sebastian in at the last minute because I put him down as a mad character and then forgot about him. D: Mr. Demon is quite insane, yes yes.))

Despite the complete and utter uselessness of the library here, it is quite entertaining.

Would anyone care to hear a story?

Miss... Tarvos, I believe it was?

If I recall correctly, you wished to fight.

I suppose now is as good a time as any.

[Now he's feeling better. He flexes his hands a bit, opening and closing them into fists. Then he surreptitiously picks up a rock and crushes it into a powder.

To himself, quietly, he says:]

Excellent.

[Then he makes a slight face as he realizes he did this on the second level. Argh. Oh well. Even the demon makes occasional mistakes. He swiftly adopts a pleasant smile.]

It is quite a relief this has passed, is it not?

[The power outage doesn't seem to have bothered Sebastian at all... which does make sense, since he comes from a time without electricity. He's gotten his hands on a bunch of candles and is distributing them about the Torse House, and in the spirit of generosity, has a box full and is on the second level.]

Pardon the intrusion, but would anyone care for some candles?

[Sebastian has been doing some more research. He's looked at every book in the library and found nothing, attempted to access various records buildings (all attempts failed), and his latest search has been for people in charge. To ask questions.

But he hasn't found them.

He's currently standing outside City Hall, projecting on the second level.]

Pardon the intrusion, but has there always been such a lack of authority figures in this city?

[Sebastian has spent the past day exploring the city, getting settled in, observing everything there is to observe, and learning how to use the second level. Yes, he did all that, and did all of it completely, in just a day. Crazy demon.

Anyway, currently he's considering his position. In a strange city, with no way out, and more importantly, no master.

No master to give him orders, no master to protect, no house to run, no idiotic servants to clean up after, nothing.

He is, for perhaps the first time in three years, completely and utterly without anything to do.

And he's not entirely sure how he feels about that.

So he's in the kitchen of the Torse House on Noble Street (his residence), looking at the FIVE cakes (count 'em, FIVE) he's just made.

Yes, he's on the second level currently. He's sort of figured it out, for the most part.]

Pardon the interruption, but would anyone care for some cake?

[It's really really really good cake. Sebastian makes the best desserts EVER.]

[Have a demon butler in your church. He blinks at the sudden change in setting, and raises an eyebrow at the irony of a demon in a church. He looks outside and frowns. This is not where he intended to be.]

How exceedingly irritating.