dishonourabledischarge: (Soldier)
Colonel Sebastian Moran ([personal profile] dishonourabledischarge) wrote in [community profile] trainingwings 2013-08-19 08:28 pm (UTC)

I.

[Back here again, was it? Well, Moran wasn't too upset about that. Place hadn't changed much from the look of it all, neither had the booze. Or the fact that it was free.

So, where's a Victorian former soldier to be found on a Tuesday night? In Good Spirits, nursing a third glass of whisky on the rocks. Not drinking fast enough to get drunk and picking at the bits of food he ordered. Has to get used to it sometime, even if he his own preferred recipes. He can make those for himself at home.]



II.

[They're in a jungle. Moran couldn't be happier. Slipping through the thick foliage, his rifle on his back. He sees movement ahead of him. One pair of big wings, the other doesn't seem to have any. Probably means they've got the little chicken wings of a Lucetian.

So, he raises his gun, aims, and fires with all the skill of a big game hunter and a top marksman of the British army. When the cultist falls, he approaches the body. Have to make sure he's dead, first off -- and that the one he wanted to help out isn't too banged up.]


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