When little black clouds...

Sebastian wandered through the streets, he was simply getting to know the crowd a little bit better. It wasn't too bad, having moved from one place to the other. A permanent sly grin was on his face as he maneuvered through the crowd.

Seb wasn't really heading anywhere. Nowhere specific anyway. Maybe a dark alley way…but even so, it wasn't any fun. That was what he was out for. Sure, he was dressed up like a businessman with his black suit and red shirt and gelled back hair, and was sure that attacks could come from anywhere but he wasn't without defense. A knife was tucked between his belt and only a swift motion away from grabbing it, if necessary.

He turned the corner, a person was leaning against the wall, on their phone and as Seb past, words were uttered from those lips.

"Sebastian, it's…been a while…"

Seb spun around, heels digging into the ground. But as he did, the person had grabbed hold of his jacket and slammed him into the wall.

"To be honest, I wasn't expecting you to show up…" Seb's voice kept calm, the light shone down on both of them, the other person became familiar, another one of his race. Of course, he should have expected but they knew far too much to not be wary of him.

People around them didn't want to get involved, creating a large diversion away from the two. Seb cocked his head. "Here to kill me, or simply to have a leisurely conversation?"

Of course they had attracted attention and some people watched. People liked a fight and so did Seb, but there was a place and time for it all, this wasn't the place. But the grip tightened and a fist came flying quicker than he anticipated, his neck snapped to the side, Seb groaned. He had forgotten how much it hurt when he was punched...