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Who: Kevin Cecil and you
When: 1/6, 1/7
Where: CERES Gardens
What: Flowers! Pictures! Discomfiture!
Rating/Warning: none

[A florist! Kevin is a florist! He has never been a florist before, which is saying a lot considering he has been around for quite a bit. It is all right, though. He is nothing but thorough, and if he is going to sell this world's flowers, he might as well learn everything about them. With some trepidation and a few involuntary detours - oh dear, was that a neighborhood of ill repute? - he manages his way into the most bizarre railway system. Honestly, the entire thing is underground and as claustrophobic as any coal mine. Is that a distant and more forbidding relative of London's horror? Why anyone would ever consider that a good idea is quite beyond him. But thank goodness his efforts are amply rewarded when he emerges from the depths of earth to the most luxuriant sights and sounds of Ceres Gardens. Ahh, that was exactly what he had been praying for!

This place is very different from the Master and Mistress' peaceful Victorian garden, and not quite as wild as Eden itself. Although he is fully capable of recognizing some of the flora, the hard truth is that another equally large number of species baffle him. There is some spot of trouble with a grumpy groundkeeper when he attempts to collect some samples for entirely taxonomic purposes, but it all ends well after a young lady - she couldn't be over eighty - invites him to sit by her side, and proceeds to tell him everything about her six grandchildren and four house cats. By the end of their conversation, Kevin has learned a great deal about house cats, but also about how to use his CereVice to take daguerreotypes of cats or whatever catches his fancy.

Instantaneous pigmented daguerrotypes, no less. My, what will people invent next?

After saying goodbye to the nice lady, he resumes his stroll and starts to take photographs of all the flowers. Sadly, he lacks both the technique and etiquette to do that properly, so if you were to turn around, you might find yourself face to face with a tall stranger wearing a very intent expression and taking pictures of you.

Though what he is aiming at is that cherry tree just behind you, really.]

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[Kevin's approach to this brave new world is a little more unsophisticated: young master is here, ergo everything is fine. Well, perhaps not everything, but he must admit that his primary concern has been assuaged. Things like his world being destroyed can be sorted out...eventually. He is in no particular hurry, though he will do whatever is required of him since dragging his feet could affect young master's well being, and that, that would be simply unacceptable.

Senkimaru has the honor of being the first person to complicate his worldview. He was so focused on the cherry tree that he didn't notice the...presence. Demonic, but not quite. Not as he would understand demons at least, but God knows why, close enough. Supernatural for certain. Perhaps heathen? Kevin did not expect that sort of presence in this world overwhelmed by science. Then again, he would not have met that criteria either, would he? And yet, here he is. Safe and sound and taking photographs from exotic flowers.

What a fool he must be.]

My goal was to capture the cherry tree's image, sir. [He lowers the device and presses it to his chest, pointing at the tree behind the...what the heck he is supposed to be. With luck, the creature won't be able to sense him as well. The less explanations given the better. His stance remains guarded, though. He is not particularly good at playing tricks.] Forgive me if I caused offense.

[Kevin might be having luck there. Senkimaru can't sense supernatural presences - not more than humans could figure out that something was nearby. So he's pretty oblivious to the fact that Keving might be something else than human and just stares at this person that isn't making sense to him.]

And that is why you are shoving this thing in my face? What do you want to do with the image of that tree anyways?

[Didn't people usually paint that? Then again, considering his working place he's seen already all kind of strange things.]

[What a rude heathen demon! He makes a small annoyed sound with the back of his throat. At least the stranger doesn't seem to have noticed what he is?]

I was not...[He takes a small, calming breath.]...shoving the device in your face, sir. I was merely photographing the trees I do not recognize so I can become better at my new position as a florist.

[After Miss Vietnam was so kind to trust him, he owes her that much.]

A... florist? [Senkimaru has never heard of that occupation, but then again, frankly, he has never heard of the occupation he had been given here either, so he understands the need to get more familiar with it first.]

What kind of job did you do before? [Since there was quite a gap for his original work and the work here now, he was wondering if it was the same for the other man.]

[He seems not to understand what the word means. Kevin should clarify that lest the demon gets the wrong idea.]

A florist is someone who sells flowers. [ Though to be fair, where he comes from flower stands and flower girls are far more common than flower shops ] At my homeland, I am a priest and a butler...a house servant.

[Hopefully, the infidel at least knows what a priest is.]

A priest and a butler? What kind of combination is that?

[Of course he knows. He hasn't seen the Christian kind of priests, even if there were a few around in Japan. It's just that a good bunch of the influential people were not all that fond of Christianity.]

[Why is he asking? Does he have any vested interest in his situation? And Christianity is the best thing ever, okay. One day you will see the light!]

I am and will always be my young master's butler. I merely became his school chapel's priest to stay close to him.

[And make sure he was not in any way seduced by gorgeous demons.]

[He's just making a conversation, if he was honest. Senkimaru is not half as nasty as he likes to pretend sometimes. His struggles with this are real.

And he doesn't even really know it, nor does he really care for it, as long as it isn't too influential in Japan.]

Sounds like a weird career. Was it a family thing why you ended up in his service?

[Good luck with that.]

[And Kevin is not half as nasty as he is supposed to be. If only demons and angels knew how much they have in common!]

Ah, precisely. My family has served his for generations.

[ The real Kevin Cecil's family, that is. His own story is a little more complicated, though Michael ripping off his wing and ordering him to watch over the child could be considered a "family thing" as well, couldn't it?]

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[Perhaps then there would be no need for hostilities.]

Must suck to be stuck in the same position for all those years.

[Though serving someone else was probably better than what Senkimaru had "inherited" from his predecessors. As long as they didn't have horrible masters, that was.]

[Impossible!]

Not at all. I would not wish to be anywhere else.

[Even though for the longest time he wished to retrieve what he had lost, but not anymore. Young master is all that he needs.]

[Perhaps.]

Huh. Then you have a good master?

[He can't really understand that, though serving Yukina satisfied him kind of as well. Perhaps it was something like that.]

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