♚ Thirty-Second Move - {Voice}

[faustianphantom]

I have no need for sports. [Other than Chess, that is. Can that be called a sport, though?] Yet I have this strange desire to...play.

Perhaps Fencing will appease me.

[His voice is thoughtful, almost as if he can't believe he is saying these words.]

Find me a suitable partner, Sebastian, or Fence with me yourself.

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[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

That goes without saying. [Ciel has never even contemplated failure. His soul is strong because he believes in himself. (It certainly doesn't hurt that he has an immortal being on his side, though.)]

Perhaps I will tell you the story one day.

[mytechskeeper.livejournal.com]

I mean that quite literally Earl. My perception may not be as acute as others I know, but your soul wavelength is strong, that much I can tell.

[On hearing his words, she bows her head respectfully.]

In that case, I will look forward to when that day may come. [Admittedly she's a bit surprised he would consider such a thing, but appreciates the gesture all the same.]

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

You possess an impressive gift. It could come in handy one day.

[He waves his hand.]

I can foresee a day when it might become necessary for you to know. But that day hasn't come yet.

[mytechskeeper.livejournal.com]

It's not really a gift, it's a common skill of meisters and weapons.

[After raising her head, she smiles softly at him.]

Then I shall wait for the time you see fit that I need to know Earl.

[queens-guarddog.livejournal.com]

It may be common in your world, but it is a rare skill in the City.

[He nods stiffly.]