Welcome back everyone! I'm glad you have returned to hear the rest of the adventure. Let's dig right into this one! Back at the Phantomhive manor, Mey-Rin, the maid was performing her usual duties: wiping down the staircase rails, sweeping the floors, and doing laundry for the whole household….Well actually, maybe it wasn't all that usual.
Mey-Rin was in the middle of folding a bed sheet when she decided to wipe a bead of sweat from her forehead. "It is most difficult- yes, it is!"
She placed the cloth in a basket. "..I suppose this effort is well worth praise, though. The Young Master will be pleased." Her lips curved up into a smile.
Mey-Rin exited the laundry room, and moved a cart filled with clean sheets. As she moved down the hall, she looked over the cart. "Mm, let me see, yes? I have the Young Master's, Finny's, Bard's, Tanaka's, Miss Azmin's,- Mr. Sebastian didn't have any sheets…"
She blushes. "...Mm~ I bet he would be so great in be-...Ah!"
Mey-Rin covered her mouth.
It appeared Sebastian was walking her way.
Panicking, she attempted to hide behind the cart of laundry. "..My god, did he see me?!" She thinks aloud.
"Why yes, of course." Sebastian said.
"Ah!" Mey-Rin screams.
As a reflex, she jumped and knocked herself back against a wall.
"Honestly.." Sebastian said.
He moved the cart out of the way and helped her up. "These shenanigans you and the other three indulge in take too much energy to solve."
"Uh,-um..hehe. Apologies, yes..yes." Mey-Rin mumbled.
"Speaking of losing energy, you seem awfully in need of rest as of lately." Sebastian said.
The maid wiped more sweat from her head. "Eh?! No, no, no! I am perfectly able to complete my duties, Mr. Sebastian sir. Don't you worry an ounce!"
"I'm not. What concerns me are tasked not being completed. The Master has a relative visiting him this afternoon and I need you four to be on task."
"Well,...I don't want to disappoint you or the Young Master, but perhaps.."
She clasped her hands together tightly.
"Perhaps?.." Sebastian asked.
"Perhaps, you could find Azmin for me? I-I do not wish to point fingers or anything of the sort but,..I had asked her some time ago to help with a couple of duties. But I cannot find her anywhere."
"And she hasn't done what you asked?"
Mey-Rin looked away from Sebastian, frowning.
"Mm. I see.."
The butler moved closer to the maid. "Mey-Rin~"
She blushed. "Ah-a-ah...Mr.-Mr. Sebastian.."
"You've done a good job. Please continue the work, my dear."
As Sebastian left, his shoulder brushed up against Mey-Rin's, and she nearly fell over. She let her face fall onto the sheets on the cart.
She was left drooling at the mouth and breathed deeply into the sheets. "Hehe, he touched me.."
Jaz and Rojar were wandering around the Phantomhive manor. It was a new day and it seemed that the rest of the Phantomhive servants were going about their household duties, making her absence nearly unnoticeable. So instead of working, our heroine decided to take an opportunity to contact Grim Reaper, William T. Spears.
She hugged the walls beside her, and daintily dashed her way towards the phone. Unfortunately, stealth is not a skill people naturally have. It is practiced. Let's just say, Jaz was not well practiced in it herself.
One careless leap into the air, her skirt stuck to the front of her boot, and she plummeted face first onto the wooden floorboards.
"Ow!"
Rojar fell too, landing on her head. "Geez Louise, Jazzy! You trying to let everyone know we're here?"
She dusted herself off. "Oh shut it."
Jaz clutched her skirt. "See? This is why I like short skirts. You can kick butt in shorter stuff. You can dance in skirts. But you can't do anything that requires movement in this friggin' shower curtain dress."
Rojar shook his head. "Excuses, excuses."
PEW!
Something fired past Jaz and Rojar.
She flipped backwards and slid behind a corner. "Holy mumbo, what was that?"
"Aw, geez! That stupid Italian monkey is back for revenge!" Rojar whispered.
He peeked out from the corner, but another bullet striked nearby.
POW!
"Ah!" Rojar yelled.
Jaz made her way down the hallway. As she looked behind her, she almost caught a glimpse of the attacker, but they hid themselves in the shadows before firing once again at her. At the end of the hall, she found herself in a dead end. The only thing around was a vase with a set of arranged flowers inside.
"Ah, blast it! We're dead!" Rojar yelled.
"We're not out of options yet. There has to be a silver lining here." She pointed to the vase.
"...Uh, Angel..That's a freakin' bowl of useless plants!" He shouted.
"It's what's behind it."
She took out the golden paintbrush from her bag and painted a small circle behind the vase. Once the circle melted the wood, they roll inside the hole and cover it up using the vase. She pressed her ear against the wall and listened.
Silence...
Rojar let out a heavy breath. "Man, oh almighty. I thought we were goners. Good thinking with the brush, Jazzy. I almost forgot."
Jaz took her ear off the wall and observed the area: dark, smelly, and damp. It didn't take a genius to see where they ended up.
"Ugh. A bathroom, huh?"
"It's better than a grave." Rojar said.
She sighed. "I'm starting to regret doing this. I mean all I need to is to make one stinking phone call. Is that so hard to do?"
"Only when you're us. Let's pack it in, hon. We're gonna have to do this later I guess."
"..Yeah, you're right. Jaz said. "What I want to know is who was shooting at us? That shouldn't be normal for this manor..then again, I haven't been here long so.."
She opened the door and walked down the hall.
After a careful look around, she turned to Rojar. "Let's not make a scene or anything. So no talking."
"Wait, is this because of the whole "not showing your face or talking" thing?" Rojar whispered.
"Shh! Yes, now quit it already."
"I'm not great at introductions, but I'm not allowed to wear that scarf anymore so I'm going to need to not scare these people." She frowns.
As she walked, Jaz noticed Mey-Rin resting her head on a cart of bed sheets. A trail of drool dripped onto the girl's boot.
"What the? What's Mr. Magoo doing here?" Rojar asked.
"Shh!...and I don't know.." She said, grabbing at the sheets. "-but I do know one thing. I'm definitely in big trouble."
Suddenly, Jaz and Rojar were smacked in the head with a frying pan.