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Sebastian Moran ([personal profile] the_urban_tiger) wrote in [community profile] dear_mun2012-04-06 05:24 am

Moran is Unamused

Look.

We got off to a bit of a rough start, but you've been very accommodating. Nice journal. Plenty of history fleshing out. Even got me new icons and everything. But what's the point of flashy pictures if you won't actually let me talk to anyone?

No- No, shut up, I'm not done. What you're doing goes against everything I am and that means you're doing it WRONG. Do you really think I care if I make someone uncomfortable? That's my JOB. I get paid more than the bloody prime minister to do it (among other things), and let's be honest. I don't even have to be paid to do it. If they don't want to play with what you're calling an 'unofficial interpretation'? They can ignore me. That's the glory of this entire thing, innit? Don't hit reply, scroll on, end of problem. You don't make friends (or enemies, or corpses) by playing by in your own sandbox. But here you are, running preemptive damage control and cock-blocking my every attempt to interact with people. There are so many of those doctors and detectives strutting about and you just want to watch? No. Fuck no.

And the two you actually let me set up with, you haven't even let me reply to them recently. You realize I'm setting up a grand game myself, yeah? That means I need to see it through. The good doctor is walking right into my snare and I want blood.

In short, knock it off, I know what I'm doing, and if you're pissing me off. If I say I want to talk to someone, fucking step up and let me do it. Do we have an understanding?

And, as an aside, thank you for tea blend. How many people get their own personally-tailored drink? Think you can do me an alcoholic one?
playthings: (pic#2990017)

[personal profile] playthings 2012-04-06 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh they find our work and our skill reprehensible, I think. It wont take long for them to realize the reprehensible bits are the most enjoyable.
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[personal profile] playthings 2012-04-06 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Shame that she can't take the time to appreciate your talents. This one here seems to be all nerves and worry whilst simultaneous plotting all my next moves against a certain detective. Quite dull, really.
playthings: (smirk ↳ i am security)

[personal profile] playthings 2012-04-06 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Best just to ignore their protests. Or make them wish they hadn't denied you in the first place.

[ A sinister sort of smile creeps onto his face. ]

I'd be a fool not to say otherwise. Difficult to keep my hands clean.
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[personal profile] playthings 2012-04-06 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Good boy.

[ Perhaps the phrase is condescending the the tone is filled with nothing but pride. ]

Up on a peg or two too high for their own good. A bit of your expertise would do them a world of good. Can't have the pawns thinking they're so clever, no, no, no.
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[personal profile] playthings 2012-04-07 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a delicate balance Jim likes to maintain. After all, what would their relationship be if he let on like they were proper chums. How unseemly would that be. ]

Oh for my pal Sherlock I think reminders are more effective. But so many heart strings ripe for the plucking... Who to choose, who to choose?
playthings: (pic#2990112)

no worries~

[personal profile] playthings 2012-04-07 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That's the great thing about Sebastian, though. He's just clever enough to assist in this process wonderfully. If anything, his accomplice's equally cruel frame of mind makes these conversations quite a treat. ]

Naaaah, mother hen is best left for later. That policeman will get our message across much better, don't you agree? Bringing Scotland Yard to its knees is always worth the headlines.
playthings: (right ↳)

it happens. sorry for *my* slow lol

[personal profile] playthings 2012-04-10 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jim has to contemplate this one for a minute, a hand covering his mouth, gripping it truly, in deep thought. The strokes which would normally caress a beard or mustache do nothing but contort flesh. A moment passes before he snaps the hand away and tosses Sebastian a smirk, though his eyes are wild with excitement. ]

I think you're on to something, Sebastian, yes. Make a mark or a few, however much you like, but make sure he knows the name. My name. Make sure the only soul he utters it to is the Ice Man. [ Because Mycroft Holmes is the only person who will understand the significance and isn't currently faking his death. ]
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[personal profile] playthings 2012-04-10 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
What was that?

[ It's a calm, casual question he throws at his associate, barely warranting a response. He doesn't even bother throwing a glance in the man's direction as he says it. ]
playthings: (boom ↳ more permanent destination)

here comes the crazy... i'm not even sorry. hope this is ok.

[personal profile] playthings 2012-04-10 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wrong answer.

Jim bridges the gap between them swiftly, reaching out to grip the defiant sniper's lapels to draw him down to his level. Sebastian is a taller man than he, but height doesn't matter when his face is an inch away from the other mans, filled with all the malice he can muster. ]


WHAT WAS THAT?

[ He screams it full on, insanity brewing in the dark pools of his eyes. But after a moment it passes, though he keeps a tight grip on the man's shirt still for good measure. ]

You know, Sebastian, I am fond of you. [ He says it delicately, voice smooth as honey. A contrast. ] A man I had lunch with just last week told me I should expand my collection...I am a hunter after all, he says. Go to one of those, what do you call them?—Taxidermists.

[ He relinquishes Moran from his hold, immediately adjusting his cuffs afterwards. ]

Cross me again and I will not hesitate to hollow you and mount you on my wall myself.
playthings: (unimpressed ↳ side of the angels)

hahaha perfect because I was grinning like an idiot while I wrote it.

[personal profile] playthings 2012-04-11 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sebastian Moran has presented a bit of a conundrum for Jim, truth be told. His comment about being fond of him was not an exaggeration though perhaps the sentiment was off. In his mind all the world is a game he's playing, and winning in fact, while each piece plays their part either in his hand or in his opposition. But Sebastian hardly fell into either of those categories. He was a necessary ally that evolved from a disposable subordinate to a confidant. They had an understanding, despite Jim's questionable stability and sinister intentions for the world.

Perhaps the loyal hound imagery isn't unfounded. Moran always came back, despite the occasional beating. It's a shame Jim enjoys it so thoroughly. ]


Spare me your sniveling, I'm not a Drill Sergeant. I have others that need proper elimination, but you know the Holmes brigade mustn't die at my bidding.

[ Because Sherlock Holmes is special. This sort of game requires tact and finesse, and brutal killings make the playing field uneven. ]
playthings: (pic#2990017)

never apologize! i *love* it. also having waaaay too much fun with this.

[personal profile] playthings 2012-04-11 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Dream, mm? Simpering then, i'd imagine.

[ The moment for Jim's seething rage has passed, and he throws Sebastian a teasing remark lightheartedly. The pendulum swing of his mood has come and gone without too much consequence if the light hearted banter is any indication.

To him the sniper was that tiger placed in a cage for his own personal use. But what would he reap from letting someone who he saw only partially on his level hear words liket hat from his own mouth? No, this was something Jim only had to say once to those unfamiliar with Moran's unique brand of ferocity before it became a known in all of his dealings, but he'd never hear those words come from his mouth in normal conversation the man. That would compromise their delicate balance. ]


Speaking and walking will be necessary. I trust you'll be creative, though you always are.
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sorry for the slow.

[personal profile] playthings 2012-04-12 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing as important as the Detective Inspector, but something just as delicious.

[ Jim pulls his cell phone from his pocket, fiddling with it a moment before handing it to Sebastian. One the screen is a photo of an attractive brunette woman clad in a cocktail dress sitting in what appears to be a hotel bar. Should he choose to flip through the additional photos, he'll see a progression of images showing her leaving the bar, receiving a key card at the front desk and entering a group of elevators. There's one final image of the same woman in typical street clothes entering a taxi. ]

Teresa Grayson, ex-intelligence, attempting to gain contacts in the private sector since her recent and unfortunate dishonorable discharge. She knows too much for her own good.