Isn't it interesting how in human society, specifically regarding the sexual nature of heterosexual relationships, that males like to dominate?...
"He's been trying to claim me this entire time." Jaz stomped her foot. "I can't believe I didn't see the signs."
"What the halibut does 'claim' mean here because I'm lost." Rojar said.
The two stood outside the Undertaker's funeral parlor. Rojar stood atop the prop coffin outside. He looked at Ciel and his "gang" who are standing around the carriage.
"And what is the deal with One Eye over there?" Rojar asked.
"What? Never mind him. He's the least of our problems right now." Jaz said.
Rojar scratched his ear. "Alright, alright. I'm just asking. What were you saying earlier?"
Jaz pointed to Sebastian. "About claiming..I've read that in demonic culture, it isn't out of the norm for them to interact with humans in let's say, a non-violent way."
She gestured to Ciel. "Obviously, Mr. Phantomhive is an example of this since he made a contract with a demon to fulfill his wishes. In return, the creature eats his soul. Sometimes though, demons seek out humans to satisfy their other 'needs'." Jaz said.
"...So, uh...what are you trying to tell me, Jazzy?" Rojar asked.
"..To put it bluntly, demons eventually want a mate..or I guess they prefer to call them 'pets'?"
"-And by 'mate', you mean...lovey-dovey, kissy-huggy?"
"...Ugh!" She groaned.
"So Armpit head wants to *beep* you?"
She gasped. "...Rojar!"
"What?" He asked.
"Please avoid using any more obscene profanity as it makes this story more uncomfortable for me to narrate." The Narrator said.
He looked up at the sky, glaring. "What a load of bull-
"Do not finish that."
"-Crap." He said.
There was a short pause.
He smirked. "Come on, at least explain it a little. The audience is dying here."
"When he grabbed me on the first day, and all those other times he forced me into his grasp…" She said.
Rojar shuddered. "What a crock of crap."
"I might have put myself in the doghouse by being friendly with him. But maybe if I keep my distance, I'll be fine."
"Wait, what's gonna happen?" He grabbed his tail. "It's something bad, right?"
"If he thinks he can claim me, and I don't put up a fight, he might mark me and officially make me his. Then I'm bound to him until I die...like Mr. Phantomhive is to him."
Rojar sighed. "Jazzy, this adventure is starting to get on my nerves."
"Rojar, you complained less than a minute after we time traveled and it's only now starting to get on you nerves?"
"...it's always SOMETHING. We gotta save Schmoe Joe, we gotta help a bunghole orphanage, we gotta escape the three musketeers, yadda yadda yadda...Need I go on?"
"Well it's not as hectic as it is back in Holliday. What's different about this place?" She asked.
He groaned. "I don't know- it's just always happening, you know? Like why is this dumb butler man beast even into you? You're a short little munchkin with huge bug eyes!"
She glared at him. "Thanks Rojar...If I were to make an assumption, I'd have to say that Sebastian's interest is similar to animal instincts when mating." Jaz said.
"Um, meaning?" Rojar asked.
"Meaning, he might be attracted to a certain pheromone. A smell." Jaz said.
"Well if I had a bath and some deodorant on, I doubt he'd be all up in my face 'claiming' me."
"No, silly. Animals pick out mates based on how they smell. You should know about this, shouldn't you?" Jaz asked.
"...Oh cantaloupes this just keeps getting worse and worse." Rojar said.
As if on cue, Cynthia came out of the funeral parlor with Little Joe. She spotted Jaz, and hurried over to her.
"Oh hi Miss Patterson. I'm sorry about the whole heart getting on your head..thing." Jaz said.
"Don't you mean giving her a 'heart attack'?" Rojar whispered.
Jaz glared at him. "..Um, are you okay?"
"Ah, well..I've been better but I'm more worried about the situation." Cynthia said.
"You mean Jack the Ripper?" Jaz asked.
She knelt down to Jaz. "Yes, this Jack the Ripper has established himself as a serial killer targeting young, prostitutes around London. I'm worried if we go after them, we may very well be sliced and surgically manipulated as his other victims."
"Wait, surgery?...As in the uterus is surgically removed from the lady's private part?" Jaz said, motioning around her "area".
Cynthia blushed. "Ah, right. You may be too young to know about this, but a lot of women when they get pregnant with a child, they sometimes don't want them..-and get the baby removed from their uterus so they don't have that child. Looking at the precision of the cuts around the victim's lower area, I found it to be most likely done by a surgeon's hand or at least someone with the medical training."
"So Jack the Ripper could be a doc-...-
"What's wrong?" Cynthia asked.
Jaz shook her head.
"What is it Jaz?" Cynthia asked.
"...Uh..um..I just had a hunch about something,-...well maybe not a hunch anymore."
"Miss Patterson, I have to ask. What do you do at your job?" Jaz asked.
"Hm? Oh, well..I'm not sure what's piqued your interest now, but I suppose I can explain it to you." Cynthia said.
"I'm an assistant-..well, more of an apprentice, actually. I'm too young and inexperienced to have the real title of the profession. But yes, I'm an apprentice to nurses at the Royal London Hospital."
"So, do the nurses you work with ever perform surgeries?" Jaz asked.
"Oh I wish! No, only doctors have the proper training to perform surgeries, but I have witnessed a lot of practices. Amputations, transplants, measle treatments, and even the removals of these strange bumpies!" Cynthia said.
"...tumors?"
"So how about…abortion surgeries?" Jaz asked.
"Right, yes. I usually have to assist in those. It's rather unpleasant, but it is common for women unmarried to go to such means, thus I endure it often."
"Hmm,...unmarried...Say, you wouldn't happen to be able to list all the female patients that come in for that surgery off the top of your head, would you?" Jaz asked.
"What-what?! Of course not…" Cynthia gasped. "What have you gotten in your head now, Miss Jaz?"
Jaz nudged Rojar, and he took out her notebook, pencil, and cellphone from her book bag.
She took it and started writing down something.
Cynthia tried looking over her shoulder to see. "There's always verbally explaining things.."
When Jaz finished writing, she looked up and noticed Ciel coming towards her.
"Shoot. What could he want now?"
Jaz quickly tore out a small section of paper from her notebook and passed the cellphone to Cynthia.
"Miss Patterson, please listen to me. I don't think we have much time. I want you to go back to work, get the names of every patient for that surgery," Jaz passed her the paper. "-and when you have all the names, call me on this device with this number. Do NOT lose it. It's important you reach me with this so we can talk more about this."
Cynthia nodded. "Certainly! Ah, my first mission from an agent."
"Someone's cuckoo for coco puffs." Rojar whispered.
Ciel reached the two ladies.
"Jazmine, we're leaving now, so-" He looked at Cynthia. "Oh hello there. I don't believe we've had the pleasure. " Ciel said and tipped his hat.
Cynthia curtsied. "Oh yes! My apologies Earl Phantomhive. I didn't mean to impose on your group unannounced. I'm Cynthia Patterson."
"Are you a friend of Jazmine?" Ciel asked.
"Yes, but she has to go now. Right, Miss Patterson?" Jaz asked.
"Oh indeed! It was a pleasure to meet you in person Earl." Cynthia said.
She hurried back into her carriage and drove away.
"Hmph! Well that was abrupt." Ciel said.
Jaz nodded. "It's been a pretty abrupt afternoon to be honest. Plus, she's probably had enough trauma for today."
Ciel scoffs. "Trauma has more consequences than some mildly entertaining slapstick."
Jaz started walking towards the carriage, but Ciel tapped her on the arm.
She turned around. "Yes?"
Ciel blushed. "I..I apologize for what happened in there. Are you upset?"
"No, it's fine."
"What's that look for?"
"It's..nothing. I'm just worried about what's going on with this murderer."
"You don't need to be worried about anything. Queen Victoria has entrusted me to solve this case, and I never fail my Queen. Jack the Ripper will be stopped, the women will be saved, and I won't let anything happen to you." Ciel said.
"What? Oh no, well..you don't have to worry about me. I can take care of myself." Jaz said.
He smirked. "Is that so?"
"...What? You don't believe me?"
"Pardon my disbelief. However, I was under the impression that a child from an orphanage would be highly dependent on others."
"Aren't you forgetting what I did for you on that fateful day?" Jaz asked.
Ciel scoffed. "There's still more to be discussed there, and you refuse to elaborate on it. Care to share more about that fire breathing creature?"
"Darn. I'd thought I win this."
"Ah..more silence. Quite predictable." Ciel said.
"..Mr. Phantomhive.."
"Are you ever going to call me 'Ciel'?"
"..I'm worried about how we still don't have a motive, or even the murder weapon. The biggest problem you have with this investigation is somehow narrowing down every person in London who has the medical skills and lack of alibi that could place them as Jack the Ripper."
Ciel nodded. "Compelling observation. However, I have a capable servant to acquire all that information."
Jaz rolled her eyes. "Let me guess, 'Sebastian the Magnificent'?"
Ciel glared at Sebastian. "..He is capable. As long as I give the order."
"The puppet master is at odds with his favorite puppet?"
"What makes you think he's so magnificent anyway?..He's just a simple butler!"
Jaz remains silent.
"You can speak, you-
"I don't really have anything to say. Just as predicted, right?" Jaz said, walking away.
Ciel grumbled. "..Is she angry?"
Inside the carriage, Jaz sat in between Ciel and Lau. Sitting across from them were Madame Red and Sebastian.
"Maybe I should keep my nose out of it. I don't know what has gotten into me, and now I have some silly lady following me around acting like a spy."
"As if we could solve a murder like this..I mean, even detective Abberline couldn't solve the case, and it has forever been regarded as an unsolved mystery in history. What could I do? Should I do anything?"
Jaz was careful to move her gaze elsewhere, and was forced to look at Sebastian. When their eyes met, it mildly surprised him but he immediately smiled at her with his usual smug grin.
"Is he even aware of what's going on? How can he just sit there and not solve it himself? I bet it'd be easy too." She glanced at Ciel. "Then again, this is Ciel's game. Sebastian's just a pawn and Mr. Lau..and Madame Red too."
Jaz looked down. "What about me?...No? I guess I'm playing my own game. Letting others help me with my goals..but they're not my pawns. And I'm definitely not a Queen..as lovely as that sounds…" She glanced at Sebastian. "No. I think I'm more a knight than anything..I wonder what Sebastian thinks he is."
