A joke for your thoughts?
Ciel and Alois were definitely not fond of the new earl, but also liked him, in a way. It was as though he was a combination of them both, and somewhat easy to get along with. The three earls and their butlers decided to take a stroll to Undertaker's shop. A string of murders was happening in downtown London for about 2 weeks, and no one dared to investigate it. Those who knew of them thought it was merely the Grim Reapers doing overtime work, but further investigation from an unknown source showed that the wounds could not have been from a Grim Reaper's Death Scythe. They were too neat, too small, too…perfect. The master on these sorts of things was none other than the most famous retired Grim Reaper, Undertaker. The bell above the door to Undertaker's shop dinged three times upon the earls and their butlers entering. "Undertaker! Come out from wherever you are, we need your assistance!" The young earl Phantomhive demanded. "Ehehehe…Coming, little lord…" An eerie voice responded. The top to a purple coffin slid off and fell onto the floor with a crash and a thud and pale white fingers with long, black fingernails gripped the sides of the coffin. Out of it, rose a man with skin almost as pale as his fingers, a creepy grin on his face. He wore black robes and had a long, black hat, as well as long, silver hair and bangs that covered his eyes. His name was the Undertaker. "How may I assist you today, little lord?" The man with the silver hair asked. "We need your help with the murder case." Ciel demanded yet again. "Quite the demanding youth you are, little lord." Undertaker said with a giggle. Ciel's eyebrow twitched upon being called 'little lord' yet again by this loon. He tried to ignore it though, as Undertaker instructed the earls and their butlers to take a seat. The silver-haired man watched with interest as the three demons, clad in black, sat in a row on a plainly black coffin. They all had the same expression on their face, though their eyes seemed to say different things. The look in Sebastian's eyes seemed to say, "I am only here to serve. It is not my place to have an opinion." Something the butler almost always said. The look in Claude's eyes, well…Claude simply looked confused. Undertaker got a giggle out of that. But Alexander's eyes…They seemed full of hate. The retired Grim Reaper just couldn't put his finger on why. His thoughts were interrupted by a pair of fingers snapping at him. "If you would kindly stop staring at the butlers, we need your help with these murders." Ciel said in that demanding tone of his. "Do forgive me, young Phantomhive." Undertaker apologized. "Now then, you require my assistance?" he glanced over to the young earl Trancy, making the boy cower slightly. Alois was completely uneasy being around this man. Everything about him said insanity. Not entirely sure of what the silverette would do, the blonde practically jumped into Claude's lap, keeping his gaze at Ciel the entire time. "Where to begin, where to begin…" Undertaker thought aloud, obviously not paying attention to Alois' antics. "Why don't we just find this out on our own and be done here, huh?" It was the young earl Vest's turn to speak. He was lazily stretched out on a coffin, looking positively bored with the situation they were in. "Shut. Up." Ciel said, shooting a death glare at the American earl. Connor held up his hands in defense. "It was just a suggestion, Cielykins." He joked. "No need to get bent out of shape." Ciel simply ignored the boy, turning back to Undertaker. "Well?" he asked behind gritted teeth. Undertaker's grin had a somewhat evil tone to it. "The murderer is not human, not at all," he began. "It is someone you would least expect. The victims are always of a certain age group…Around 15 or so, I'd say…Yes…Hehehe…This will be quite fun for us." The butlers and their masters simply looked at each other in confusion. "Well, grab your coats everyone!" The silver-haired man in black exclaimed. "We'll be taking a little trip to an old friend of mine…"