Back To The Front

Sebastian Moran Indie RP Highly Selective

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How to Care For Tigers

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softirishwhispers:

Professor James Moriarty had pegged Sebastian Moran for an Assassin the moment the man had walked into his classroom. He’d said nothing to the young Assassin then. He’d had no reason to, not until he’d learned more about him. As time passed, he saw in Sebastian things that he knew neither the Order or the Brotherhood would understand. He’d remembered when the man graduated and left for the military and he had made a note to keep marks on the man.

Given time to grow, he would be a very useful ally.

James was very patient and when he received word that his old student was back in the city and terribly ill, he’d taken it upon himself to pay him a visit. For the first few weeks, he had been turned away because Sebastian was too dangerous, too violent in his current condition. He came back every few days to check, but the story was rather similar. 

One of the nurses made the passing comment that he was Sebastian’s only visitor. He waited until she was out of sight before he smiled.

Finally, he had been admitted to see Sebastian. When he entered the room, he removed his hat and gave his former student a smile that didn’t touch his eyes. “Sebastian Moran. I am relieved to see that you are feeling better. May I sit?”

Sebastian stared at the man for a minute trying to place his face. His head was still foggy from sleep and recovering from his injuries. He tried to speak, but his mouth and throat felt dry. Reaching out for a glass of water, he gestured for the man to sit with his other hand.

After taking a long drink of water he laid back. "Your pardon that I'm not getting up," he said.

He focused on the man's face again. There was something very familiar about him. The way the man's eyes looked sparked a memory, but in his current condition it was too difficult for him to make the connection.

"Your pardon again, I am not at my best. You seem familiar, but your name escapes me," he said tiredly.

[fassymioamor-deactivated2019012]

Michael Fassbender in ‘Assassin’s Creed’, (2016). Dir. Justin Kurzel.

[birdofsouls]

“I’ll swallow my blood before I swallow my pride.”

— Al Capone (via sometypeofblog)

[fussingoverfassbender]

          “ We live in the  d a r k to serve the  l i g h t .                         We are  a s s a s s i n s . ”

[incorrectbbcsherlockquotes]

James: Don’t you have anything to unpack?

Sebastian: [pulls out gun] I travel light.

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How to Care For Tigers

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Sebastian had no idea how long he’d been in hospital.  His fevered delirium made time pass him by without his notice.  The nurses learned quickly to keep him strapped down and stay out of arms reach unless they had to.  When roused Sebastian quickly became violent.  In the haze of his fever he shouted in various bits of various languages he picked up during his education and his deployment abroad.  The doctors were shocked at his strength, even during the worst parts of his illness his grip was like iron.

Finally his fever broke and his infection began to clear,  Sebastian gradually came back to himself.  There was no word from the Brotherhood.  Not even a coded message outside of his window or something smuggled into his room.  As he lay in bed recovering the feeling of being abandoned grew.  He had some savings, but it wouldn’t last him long in London.  There would likely be little help from the Brotherhood on that score.  As his bitterness grew so did his anger.  He felt as if they’d lied to him, taken him for a fool and now the joke was on him.  He almost died to complete one of their missions, but they had no time for him.

He woke one afternoon to discover that he had a visitor.  The man seemed familiar, but for the moment Sebastian couldn’t place him.

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The Cub Learns to Hunt

Sebastian Moran began his training to be an assassin as soon as he started to walk.  His mother attempted the same kind of training with his sisters, but they had no talent for it as well as no interest.  Before he learned to read, he learned to observe.  His mother taught him how to plan ahead, conceal himself, and do a number of things without being caught.  She was far more concerned that he never get caught rather than what he was doing.  His exploits became far more interesting when he began climbing.

By the time his father sent him off to Eton he was accomplished in everything his mother taught him.  He met his first Assassin mentor at school and began his next level of training.  When his mother died a few years later it was the Brotherhood that became his new family.  As he grew up his fights with his father became longer and louder.  His father continued to try to push him in directions Sebastian had no interest in.

After his first year at Oxford the rift between Sebastian and his father culminated in his father cutting him off and throwing him out.  Soon afterwards he completed his training and became a full fledged Assassin.  The fist mission they sent him on led him to enlist in the military.  He rose through the ranks quickly becoming one of the best shots in the army.  His bravery, determination to complete missions, and ferocity in a fight quickly earned him a reputation both on and off the battlefield.

His life was going very well until he encountered a complication on a mission in India.  The mission was completed perfectly.  The target was taken down with no collateral damage.  The problem came when Sebastian was returning to his unit.  He didn’t expect to run into  tiger.  He didn't expect to have to fight for his life with a huge beast that had razor sharp claws and jaws that crushed his helmet like it was paper.  His hidden blade broke off in the creature’s neck, but the strike gave him enough time to pull his sidearm and unload it into the beast’s head.

Sebastian managed to crawl back to his unit discarding anything related to the Brotherhood along the way.  He was lucky that his reputation allowed him to get a medical discharge.  Unfortunately, his injuries went septic and he was hovering close death when the military shipped him back to London.

[knightwayne]

Nothing is true. Everything is permitted. 

assassin’s creed + jim moriarty and sebastian moran ▷ requested by @ladyahsoka

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Survival of the Fittest

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softirishwhispers:

Jim stayed in his seat and ended up resting his face on the cool table. He closed his eyes and began to sort his thoughts. He needed them back in their structured order before he began to move forwards again. His web had so many tendrils that swayed in the wind and he needed to anchor each point gently.

By the time Sebastian spoke, he felt much better. He sat up and put his chin on his hands. “Plain toast,” he told Sebastian. “And coffee,” he knew he didn’t have to remind him how he took his coffee.

He took his food and drink and began his usual routine of staring at the wall as if it was fascinating. In reality, he was anywhere but the kitchen. “Quiet,” Jim answered Sebastian’s question. He had a lot of work to do this morning before they began to move the pieces around the board.

Sebastian expected a response like that from Jim when he was in this kind of mood. His employer was always like this when he was thinking. It was a good thing that his training as a sniper had given him an ability to be both silent and patient. Though having a tablet that helped him catch up and get organized made it easier to eat silently while Jim made whatever plans he made.

He set his plate and coffee down then retrieved his tablet and after a moment of consideration his laptop. It wasn't unusual for Jim to decide that he needed something Sebsatian was using and grab it without a word or apology. It was best if Sebastian prepared for this. Getting angry wasn't an option nor was it helpful, giving Jim something far more useful to take was a better option.

Sebastian set the laptop down between them and began looking through his tablet. There were a few job offers that looked interesting, but he doubted that he'd have the time. It was too early to start getting Jim's clothes or electronics and he'd have to wait to get the details on the latter. There was a message from the cleaner along with a bill. Apparently the dead man had a few things on his person that the cleaner thought he should know about. It was all in their code and he knew where to pick up the package of items without any kind of directions. As soon as he knew details he'd inform Jim no doubt if there was a mess to clean up Sebastian would be taking care of it.

Once he was finished with work related things he looked through the news. As always he startd local then branched out. Until Jim spoke the only sounds in the room were the noise his mug made when he set it down and the noises he made refilling their cups as needed.

[fassymioamor-deactivated2019012]

Michael Fassbender in ‘The Snowman’, (2017). Dir. Tomas Alfredson.

[bredtokill]

Survival of the Fittest

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softirishwhispers:

Jim grinned when Sebastian agreed to the deal. it was a game they constantly played. Five quid meant nothing to either of them, but it was an easy way to keep score. 

“I’ll tell you when,” Jim assured him. He had a bit more catching up to do to make sure that everything was in place for Sebastian to meet up with Miss Molly. In other people, the mention of dating Molly might have brought up memories of their times together. Times when they’d cuddled on the couch, when he’d taught her to use different functions on her computer, or of the times he comforted her when Sherlock had been less than gentle with his words. 

Instead, his mind was only full of plans. With other people he could have claimed it was what Hell had done to him, but he was never one to lie to himself.

Jim went to the kitchen, noting Seb’s movements out of habit than anything else. He took his seat at the kitchen table and put his head in his hands, trying to organize his thoughts. He’d never liked waking up in the morning. Things were always scrambled, but it had gotten much worse since his return.

He found himself laughing cynically. “Perhaps it scrambled something after all.”

Jim considered Seb’s question for a moment before nodding. “Some toast,” he told him. He always wanted something plain when he felt a mess.

Sebastian nodded and made a mental note to look over Molly's details as soon as possible. Jim would tell him when to start, but he needed to figure out the rest of it. There was no concern that there would be complications because of the relationship his boss had with her. She was a pawn, a means to an end. All she would be was a way to keep tabs on Sherlock. This wasn't the first time he'd done a job like this for Jim.

He said nothing when Jim asked for toast just put two slices of bread in the toaster. Even though it as early he decided that he may as well eat something. The place was well stocked so he busied himself preparing to make scrambled eggs while he waited for the coffee to brew.

As soon as the coffeemaker gurgled he poured a cup for Jim and gave it to him. A moment later the toast popped up and he put it on a plate. "You want anything on your toast?" he asked.

Once Jim was served he poured his own cup of coffee and drank it as he made his eggs. If Jim decided he wanted something more or something else entirely, Sebastian would make it for him. That was how it all worked. His first priority was always making sure Jim had what he wanted, if that meant he ate his breakfast cold or drank his coffee cold then so be it. It was always worth it to keep Jim happy.

"Need anything else, boss?" he asked as he dumped his eggs onto a plate.

[manculture]

Michael Fassbender

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“Okay, Boss. At what point in your life did you come to a fork in the road where sanity was to the left and you took a hard right?”

— Sebastian Moran (via incorrectbbcsherlockquotes)

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Molly: You have no idea what I’m capable of!

Sebastian: Don’t take it personally, but I feel like I’m being threatened by a cupcake.

[capsgrantrogers]

Michael Fassbender / The Counselor  

[bredtokill]

Survival of the Fittest

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softirishwhispers:

“Well, of course,” Jim told Seb as if his reasoning should be blindingly obvious. "I’ll want someone close to do my work for me. Besides, you’ll have a front row seat to all the fun,” he assured him, grinning. “And this is going to be fun,” he purred.

Jim chuckled a little when Sebastian’s mentioned raising his fee for watching Glee. “Fair, but you owe me five quid every time I catch you humming a song,” he teased.

“Well, time for work I suppose,” he shrugged before getting out of bed. He stood and stretched a bit before gesturing for Seb to lead the way to the kitchen. He didn’t think he required food, but he wanted to enjoy the luxury of it anyway.

Sebastian resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Had he spent the last few months with Jim as his boss the urge wouldn't have even been there. This was Jim, he was the boss and not to be fucked with. He'd made a mistake the night before and Jim had forgiven it, he wouldn't be forgiving if Sebastian misbehaved again.

He nodded. "Agreed," he said and made a mental note of the deal.

"Do you have any preference on when or how I begin this job?" he asked once Jim gestured that they could move to the kitchen. His job as Jim's personal security often meant he had to turn his back on Jim. The only thing that made that safe was the fact it was his job to protect Jim. Predators making their deals. They both made sure that the other being alive was always in their best interests. He paused briefly to retrieve the gun he'd left outside the room.

Though the house was secure it was his habit to have a ready firearm at hand at all times so it was not unusual for him to make coffee or eat breakfast with one in easy reach. In fact he'd eaten several meals with Jim that left a cooling corpse or two in other chairs. It was what it was and it never bothered his appetite. "Would you like something with your coffee, boss?" he asked once they were in the kitchen. Jim's needs were always met first without exception, he never forgot that.

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Tiger Traps

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softirishwhispers:

Jim had spent the morning walking around the bed and breakfast to look for the important changes in the building that the innkeeper wouldn’t understand, even if she knew them. According to history, it had been two hundred years, but to him it had only been a few weeks and he knew this building better than anyone. He knew that it had been heavily remodeled and that a lot of the secret passages had been redone or removed. That was a shame because they made it much easier to come and go from the building. He had to rethink the map in his head just in case he needed to escape undetected later.

Jim knew he would need to leave for a bit during the day, but the promise of a breakfast that he didn’t have to cook for himself kept him at the little inn. After inspecting the inn’s new interior structure, he distracted himself by playing ‘spot the sniper’.

Even after two centuries, Jim was disappointed to find that people were still mostly the same. He spotted one man there with his mistress, an old couple on vacation, a young couple on their honeymoon, and a business man on a trip. 

It wasn’t until the new young man introduced himself that he was interested in any of the other tenants.

The mild smile was fake. It was shallow and didn’t at all reflect the inner thoughts of the wearer. His eyes were dead, which Jim liked. He knew from experience that this conversation was going to be all about the man fitting in to the background of the inn. He found it amusing that he was the one the man picked to try such a move.

Had Sebastian found him first?

“Oh, hi?” Jim offered his own fake smile in return and offered his hand. “I’m Jocelyn,” he told the man. “What’s your name,” he asked with a small, coy smile on her lips. If he wasn’t Sebastian, he’d dispose of him. If he was, this was going to be a good laugh.

David thought the young woman seemed sweet, almost innocent. He found her type was easy to manipulate, but could often become very clingy, very quickly. Not usually worth the trouble unless she had something he really wanted.

Sebastian on the other hand felt his hackles go up. Something about this woman screamed predator to him. He couldn't articulate why, but he'd lived and died by his instinct and he never disregarded them.

"David," he replied with a small smile. He shook the hand she offered gently.

When David shook her hand Sebastian felt a familiar thrill go through him. He'd only felt it once before. When he was alive, he had returned to the fetid cesspool known as London after a disaterous hunting job in India. Injury had been followed by an infection so bad he'd nearly died. He needed money and he needed work. As it happened he was taken to a man offering both. A reptilian looking man that controlled the criminals of London like a giant spider sitting in the center of a web. He was more than a criminal, he was a god of crime and Sebastian had been his faithful high priest, his right hand man. It seemed fate or destiny had not only joined them in that life, but for eternity. Though it wouldn't do well to say as much with other ears around. Besides it would be a good test for David.

"So, what brings you to London?" David asked. Sebastian seemed both unsettled and quiet, David wasn't sure what to do with that so he did as he thought best.