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[arachnidan]

[ What you see is a reflection of Claude's work since becoming a part of his mundane's headspace. While he's ultimately displeased with the situation, he's quite aware that there's little he can do about it. As such, he settled for cleaning up. You'd think he was saying something about his mun's headspace - inscinuating it was dirty or something. Preposterous... ]

Let me make some things clear.

We are not 'friends'. And I am not here to serve you. In the end, I will do what suits me best.

[ It isn't that he thinks that will stop his mundane from doing as she pleases, but some things require saying all the same; lines drawn and such. ]

I assume that will suffice for you?

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[amnesiacxxxx]

We have a choice not to serve?

[Why was he not told this?]

[vectorsnake]

A sentiment I can understand too well - not that these foolish mundanes seem too interested in how we feel on the matter.

[ex_apricots766]

[ With a lot of straining, little storms and wildfires encased in the shape of a small boy. ]

Shackles never did suit you, did they?

I could have done normal Ciel.... but I didn't want to

[lovelylittlerobin]

You obviously don't know what it means to have a mundane then.

[arachnidan]

Why do you assume you must?

[For Claude, it's as simple as not having any reason to. He simply intends to proceed in his own way, which he insists, is not the same as serving.]

Is it because you can think of no better way?

[arachnidan]

Foolish perhaps, but they would do well to seek our cooperation. And that - requires a certain amount of agreement.

[Give and take, really.]

[arachnidan]

No. Cold... unbending... They lack a certain... something.

[Twisting and spinning mysteriously, intricately - webs are far better than chains or shackles.]

Heehee this works just as well

[arachnidan]

The two are not synonymous. Tolerance is not the same as servitude.

[Speaking of things that are not the same and yet seem very much so... You give him that same impression.]

[amnesiacxxxx]

Yes.

[The kid is a blank canvas anyway.]

Should I not think like that?

[arachnidan]

Are you okay with things as they are?

[What a curious boy.]

[amnesiacxxxx]

I'm not sure if I am.

[He doesn't remember what much was like before. But being away from Teacher wasn't pleasant either.]

But what has been done can't be undone right?

[arachnidan]

No. But if you aren't pleased with the way things are now then perhaps the future might change.

I thought so :3

[lovelylittlerobin]

No, it's not. But we're forced to do what our mundanes demand. Thankfully I haven't been forced to go anywhere though.

[I'd say that's a good impression to have.]

[amnesiacxxxx]

The future can change? It's not as if my Mundane will listen to what I say.

[vectorsnake]

Indeed - But surely it hasn't escaped your notice that humans rarely do what would suit them best. They do as they please with little regard for consequences.

[Which is only forgivable if you're evil, apparently; according to Medusa's rules.]

[arachnidan]

Do you think so? I wouldn't think it would be so hard to make it difficult for them.

[Or maybe it's just him who chooses to be so difficult.]

[arachnidan]

It can, if you're willing to do what you must to make it so.

[arachnidan]

...and often enough it catches up to them. I am well aware.

[Though that can be said of more than just humans really.]

[amnesiacxxxx]

What do I have to do?

[lovelylittlerobin]

You can fight all you want, but in the end it makes no difference. If they have the resolve to send you somewhere, it's going to happen.

[And god does that piss Ciel off. She is not a pawn to anybody, she is the chess player and she'll always win..... Unless it comes to her mundane.]

[arachnidan]

First, you must have a wish.

[vectorsnake]

True....which is indeed amusing to watch.

[amnesiacxxxx]

[He gazed up at the man with a thoughtful look before nodding his head.]

I have a wish, now what do I do?

[Allen watched Claude with an expectant look, waiting for Claude's next step.]

[ex_apricots766]

They aren't malleable! But, that only makes it all the more fun for me. Hearing you say, 'I'll do what suits me.'

[ All of this, while lilting and giving the impression of light air, but if anyone can sense it, it's certainly Claude — a dark pressure radiating from his small shape. Claude was the sole receiver of his sweetness for sometime; now, he's feeling parched for motivation. He's an open wound, in other words. ]

Claude, you're a riot. Sincerely.

[mephistophilus]

It is much more amusing to keep such intentions to yourself.