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It'd been decades since he'd visited his favorite Earthly city, but it seemed a... logical place to go, when one was near the end of one life and on the brink of a frightening and strange new one. He also had a larger purpose; he intended to visit the famed Sherlock Holmes.

Or, rather observe him.  It'd been his habit as a full-fledged Angel to watch certain humans, and while Holmes may never have been among them, he sparked Inias' curiosity.

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Sebastian Moran always, in some corner of his brain, knew he'd meet his end in the dirty underground of London. He wasn't quite prepared to die this very day; but the distant shouts and crazed laughter echoing told of his pursuers intentions. Bloody hell. Trust Jim to send him on a suicide mission; he seemed to think them noble tests of Sebastian's skills.

                                    Sebastian considered them necessary annoyances.

With the butt of his rifle pressed firmly against his shoulder, Sebastian kept his back against the grimy brick wall behind him and concentrated on keeping his breathing even and quiet. It wouldn't do to get caught in this deathtrap of an alleyway; not with a crime scene and coppers nearly around the corner and the gang members searching for him like bloodhounds-- this was a hell of a suicide mission.

Eyes flicking across the entryway to the dead end alley he huddled in, Sebastian considered the fact it was a fairly nice alleyway for once just to pass the time-- and didn't that speak volumes about his life.

It was about all he could think about at the moment; with shouting drawing ever-nearer. And, honestly, it was a wonder the coppers hadn't gone investigating-- better things to worry about than what seemed to be a group of drunken idiots carousing and generally making fools of themselves, he supposed. ...Or, more likely, Jim was pulling some sort of sorcery Sebastian couldn't comprehend and giggling maniacally.

Sebastian tensed suddenly when a shadow flashed across the head of the alleyway, but he paused, forcing himself to relax his grip and lower the tip of his gun from where he'd raised it when it became apparent it was one lone soul. Apparently unarmed, at that, and-- seemingly, not at the moment, an enemy.

               Interesting.

                                                   "You'd best be on your way, mate."

{ Congrats! You’re very deserving of each follower. Maybe…you could pick your favorite Doctor Who quote and try your hand at performing it?

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