"There's a job opening, but you could not believe the nightmare I've had attempting to fill it," his voice was low and sing-songy, emphasizing the rise and fall of his slight Irish accent. His commentary is too nonchalant, too honest and matter-of-fact; funny how the simple truth said delicately can be so frightening. Jim begins to slowly walk a circle around Sebastian with his deep eyes ever fixed on the man, watching intently for the slightest reaction. "So, so unfortunate, you know. Couldn't let those failing to prove themselves just walk away with their lives intact. Messy business, this."
Jim relishes in these little hunts for adequate personnel. Over the years he had collected trustworthies, associates, an extensive list of clientele and more favor-owing acquaintances than anyone would ever know what to do with. But those people were liabilities he couldn't delegate to and trust to execute his orders without letting their own agendas get in the way. He needed, for lack of a better term, a henchman who would cut out their own heart with a shiv if he asked it of them. And he needed them to understand, above all else, that he wasn't ever above asking them to do just that.
But the hunt itself was a treat indeed. For all the time he spent being a shadow, keeping the blood from directly hitting his hands on each of his kills, Moriarty let himself tear the lives from those who failed the test within this warehouse himself. Excellent shot or no, he was looking forward to killing Moran after all was said and done. But, this was hardly the time for that. No, these things had their proper order.
"Feel free to tuck tail and slink back into the slums if the game is too much for you." Last chance.
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"There's a job opening, but you could not believe the nightmare I've had attempting to fill it," his voice was low and sing-songy, emphasizing the rise and fall of his slight Irish accent. His commentary is too nonchalant, too honest and matter-of-fact; funny how the simple truth said delicately can be so frightening. Jim begins to slowly walk a circle around Sebastian with his deep eyes ever fixed on the man, watching intently for the slightest reaction. "So, so unfortunate, you know. Couldn't let those failing to prove themselves just walk away with their lives intact. Messy business, this."
Jim relishes in these little hunts for adequate personnel. Over the years he had collected trustworthies, associates, an extensive list of clientele and more favor-owing acquaintances than anyone would ever know what to do with. But those people were liabilities he couldn't delegate to and trust to execute his orders without letting their own agendas get in the way. He needed, for lack of a better term, a henchman who would cut out their own heart with a shiv if he asked it of them. And he needed them to understand, above all else, that he wasn't ever above asking them to do just that.
But the hunt itself was a treat indeed. For all the time he spent being a shadow, keeping the blood from directly hitting his hands on each of his kills, Moriarty let himself tear the lives from those who failed the test within this warehouse himself. Excellent shot or no, he was looking forward to killing Moran after all was said and done. But, this was hardly the time for that. No, these things had their proper order.
"Feel free to tuck tail and slink back into the slums if the game is too much for you." Last chance.