Demon Butler of Doom. Yes, thats the title. (open)

[Bastille Amtrum]

Demon Butler of Doom….Yah that’s the title.

Bastille was going to be driven nuts. Her family had sent back with her a house hold of thirteen servants. 12 of which minded their own business and left her alone to brood in her silence. 1….who followed her every fucking move. If god was going to ever let her live a normal life he would always find something to make her life hell or just irritating.

“DAMNIT LEONARD, I DON’T NEED CONSTANT BABY SITTING!!!” Bastille had learned to control her temper…or rather ignore situations that brought it out. Yet this guy followed her to school. With a swift turn of her heel she threw her thick and solid back pack at him only to have him catch it with ease and bow lowly. He reminded her of the butler from Hellsing mixed with the age of batman’s butler Alfred. Barf found its way up her throat as he continued to dust of the backpack and sling it over his own arm oh-so-delicately.

She let out a large sigh and clenched her fists.
“now give it back!” she demanded.

“yes Madame”….He answered crisply, with a rich royal accent and with perfect articulation.

“CANT YOU PUT UP A FIGHT IN ANYTHING AGAINST ME?!” She hissed as he handed back her parsel.

“it is my duty to serve you Miss Cunningham, until the day you I die, I devote myself to your family and their duties” He answered just as cleanly.

“dear lord! Fine, I need fencing practice, there is an extra rapier in that bag grab it, you are my opponent!” She said walking off with a snoot look on her face. With a few minute walk she found a deserted section of the school and then turned to her butler…

“alright, lets go!” She said with a smirk finally happy that he had to obey her.

“Yes madame” he said with a nod and then withdrew his choice of sword. Bastille narrowed her eyes and they began. Working diligently she found with ease her footing and she felt her body slide right back into the gymnastics moves she had incorporated and felt herself flip forward and swing her sword down in a slightly right diagonal. Of course…suddenly, he vanished. He appeared behind her and Bastille turned. Had she underestimated her own butler.

“HOW TO HELL DID YOU DO THAT?!” she barked irked by his suddenly fighting paralysis.

“I am afraid miss, im simply good at dodging…” He said with a smile. Bastille almost broke her sword she was clutching it so hard. With a quick grumble she flicked her sword signaling the end of the match and stalked off completely pissed. She left her stuff for him to pick up as she found a place to sit a ways away from him and pout. Her long blonde hair fell over her shoulder…

“so much for beating him up…”

[Zeek Van Buren]

"It appears I'm not the only one..." Zeek said from a distance, dressed in business attire, a button down blue shirt and black slacks with a pair of dress shoes. His eyes watching her and what appeared to be her butler going at it, her butler was much faster than her it seemed, and the match was over after she realized this. Maybe he was a new butler, or perhaps he had just shown her his abilities. Either way Zeek was out of earshot as he watched, mostly hearing the bits that were yelled out by the girl.

As she took a place to sit down Zeek decided he would approach and introduce himself to the girl, "It's good to see I'm not the only one who has some issues fitting in to this place. Is it a personal choice of yours that your friend here follows you to school?" Zeek would come to a stop with some matter of distance between himself and the girl as not to alarm the butler. "I usually just have him drive me here. Then again, I guess it's strange of both of us to be going to a school like this....."

He'd grin and wait to see her reaction. His family fortune was recently acquired, a lost heir situation so while he had old money, he was new to it.

[Bastille Amtrum]

“I don’t have an issue with fighting…its just that its unbelievable an old fart butler like that can do something that outlandish…fighting, certainly not my issue…but yes, it is odd im going to a school like this…but its by choice, its not fun at prep schools if you can just beat everyone up and there are no fun minds to manipulate”
She let out a dramatic sigh and looked at her new buddy.

“And you would be?” She asked with one brow raised. She sat back and crossed on leg over the other, crossing her arms and looking at him. Bastille was from old money and new money, but her reasons for being that way where complicated and something she had put behind her.

[Zeek Van Buren]

“And you would be?” The girl had asked after giving really good insight as to why she was here. Zeek approached a little closer slowly, one step at a time with his hands in his pockets. His lips formed a smile as he looked down toward the girl.

"My name is Ezekiel Van Buren," He said, giving a slight bow, "But you can just call me Zeek for short. I'm a bit like you, a school isn't fun if you can just beat everyone up. In fact I was invited to this particular school, I was promised new challenges, stronger fighters. Even though I probably don't need a high school education from this school, I know I could definitely use the life experience."

He looked over at her butler, "Although I have to say, I don't think Thomas can do anything like your friend here. I'd say you got me beat when it comes to useful help. The only thing I can say for Thomas is he can cook one hell of a cheeseburger." Yeah so what if he didn't exactly eat snob food. He was a kid, he ate just like what every other kid ate. Money didn't change any of that. It may have changed the square mileage of his estate, and the fact that he had one, but otherwise he was your every day average kid. Well, somewhat average.

"So is what I hear about this place true? Do you think I'll get my ass kicked here?" He asked and then threw in a wink, "Or perhaps you might be capable of taking on that task yourself?"