A child master. A driven, desperate, desperately angry child. Family dead. A quest for revenge. Sebastian admits that he had been excited, despite the odds of striking gold twice being what they are. That he had considered the possibility that perhaps this would turn out even close to as interesting as his previous master. It truly is a shame.
Sebastian takes a sip of whatever's in the drink he's ordered. One would think such an exclusive bar – admitting and catering only to the crème-de-la-crème of money and status – would be even a bit distinguishable from a common pub, but Sebastian sees no particular difference: it's all flirting and excuses to behave shamelessly wherever you go, as far as he can tell.
Find my family's murderers, and find out everything you can about them. But you can't kill them - I'm going to be the one to do that. You just report back to me.
It might have been an interesting challenge, neither Sebastian nor his master knowing where to start, and with the task phrased so vaguely Sebastian could report back with whatever best pleases him, but… ah, if only his little master didn't bore him so already. He wants to be the one orchestrating the death of his targets? He lacked even the creativity to come up with a new name for Sebastian. A sigh escapes Sebastian. He can already tell how this will go down.
And yet, orders are orders. He has no plans to do much metaphorical heavy lifting tonight – he'll observe; look for anything or anyone interesting; overhear rumours. He's dressed well enough to fit in with the crowd, but not so lavishly as to attract attention, he figures… The easily flattered lady whose arm he rode in on has fortunately already been flattered by someone else and disappeared from Sebastian's line of sight, meaning he won't even have to continue wasting his time on someone so uninteresting. This will be a long enough night even without that, no doubt.
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untiltheend) wrote2017-11-17 01:07 am
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A child master. A driven, desperate, desperately angry child. Family dead. A quest for revenge. Sebastian admits that he had been excited, despite the odds of striking gold twice being what they are. That he had considered the possibility that perhaps this would turn out even close to as interesting as his previous master. It truly is a shame.
Sebastian takes a sip of whatever's in the drink he's ordered. One would think such an exclusive bar – admitting and catering only to the crème-de-la-crème of money and status – would be even a bit distinguishable from a common pub, but Sebastian sees no particular difference: it's all flirting and excuses to behave shamelessly wherever you go, as far as he can tell.
Find my family's murderers, and find out everything you can about them. But you can't kill them - I'm going to be the one to do that. You just report back to me.
It might have been an interesting challenge, neither Sebastian nor his master knowing where to start, and with the task phrased so vaguely Sebastian could report back with whatever best pleases him, but… ah, if only his little master didn't bore him so already. He wants to be the one orchestrating the death of his targets? He lacked even the creativity to come up with a new name for Sebastian. A sigh escapes Sebastian. He can already tell how this will go down.
And yet, orders are orders. He has no plans to do much metaphorical heavy lifting tonight – he'll observe; look for anything or anyone interesting; overhear rumours. He's dressed well enough to fit in with the crowd, but not so lavishly as to attract attention, he figures… The easily flattered lady whose arm he rode in on has fortunately already been flattered by someone else and disappeared from Sebastian's line of sight, meaning he won't even have to continue wasting his time on someone so uninteresting. This will be a long enough night even without that, no doubt.
[TL;DR here's Sebastian come bother him.]