The race to be a god...
Sebastian gave a short manic giggle, his pleasure curling his lips into a long smile. He had already gone ahead, apparently further than the people that had just entered the warehouse. He couldn't see any obvious signs of following animals on them. His eyes returned to the snake that coiled lightly around his left arm, it's head snuggled gently against the palm of his hand. He smiled a little "come now Nine...you need to look scary" Sebastian whispered to the thick black rope of scaled muscle that was his sigil, his animal and more dangerous than any weapon the people walked in had on them. He had made sure he wasn't wearing anything too threatening. A black, tight fitting shirt with a broken union jack printed across the front and a pair of black jeans. His feet, encased in bright red Converse, kicked at the metal across from as he heard more movement.
He sat upon the rafters, high up in the roof. His eyes focused down on the four figures. One, a women. All wrapped in tight leather and exuding self confidence that sent a slight shiver of anticipation down Sebastian's spine. He wanted to know what hid under that leather. The second was a man, all muscle and self righteous manner bundled into what seemed like one big stupid package. Who else but only the most inane and stupid threatens a dark shadow in a time like this. Another giggle escaped his lips as he thought of that. The last one, another man. God damn...he thought maybe he could've found a group with more than two females, though he couldn't quite see the other one in detail, to have fun with. The man introduced himself as Caspian and once again he was threatened 'great...another idiot...' he thought before he pushed off the iron frame work and landed in front of the four. He gave a short grin and waved, his movements waking the snake on his arm "come now...violence is unbecoming in the presence of beautiful women" his bright yellow eyes flicked to the leather clad girl before moving back to the two overzealous idiots in front of him "not that you could harm me...but that's far from the point" he gave a short and quick nod, rubbing fingers gently through his crimson hair as he spoke. "The name is Sebastian Walker, I suggest putting those weapons away...I don't want to cause you any harm" he said, his voice not showing any signs of fear "and if you are so defensive of your property...perhaps you should....I don't know....keep it locked?" He said gently, a grin forming on his face.