[Ciel breathes slowly, careful not to take any deep breaths as the light fog continues to swirl lazily around him. It's not an immediate threat to his health, not yet, but more than a few trial and errors have forced home the fact that "Change In Weather = Bad" and "Fog Of Death = Farewell Lungs, Thou Hast Betrayed Thy Brethren and I shall announce thy duplicity by coughing thee out of my body", end quote.
Damn this frail, human body.
It doesn't matter. Ciel is going to do his part in this investigation and refuse to let his body dictate what he can and cannot do. They'd caught rumors of a vampire massacre on the outskirts of this town, quickly hushed and quietly whispered about, similar to the one his family suffered through. If it's the same pureblood vampire wreaking havoc, well...Ciel would more than welcome an opportunity to forgive the pureblood. After he's burned them to death, that is.
Keeping that goal in mind, Ciel smiles cordially at the person passing by on the street, tilting his head to affect the manner of innocence. He is, after all, just a newly arrived tourist.]
Pardon me. I'm looking for the town's Undertaker. [To ask questions about the possible murders, of course, why ever else would a thirteen year old boy ask after a person who deals with death and bodies?] Could you direct me in the right direction?
(ooc: Plotting thread here, in case any details are needed. Will adapt to your response style!)