[ Sebastian has been watching many of the arena's matches. In part, he just enjoys a good bloodsport, but he's also just intrigued to see how his fellow recruits fare. He's unassuming in the crowd, just watching with the sharp-eyed interest of someone who wants to know more about just who he's working with. In theory, this could be used against them, but that's just the way he thinks. A demon is always picking out information where it can, since it could be valuable later. And so far, he's been impressed. COST holds its own in the match ups he's witnessed, and he gets the better understanding he's looking for.
But finally, it seems like that might change. A young man isn't faring well against the Araneans, and Sebastian leans forward with a little more vicious interest, since he fully expects him to die. He really is like the Araneans, though not as animated in his enjoyment. Though like the rest of the crowd, he's surprised at how the tide quickly changes. However, where the cheers resume with vigor, Sebastian is actually very genuinely surprised. This sort of presence and power is familiar, but not in a specific way. He can have a guess at who this could be, but... That just piques his interest enough to leave and meet the victor.
As he emerges from the stadium, there's a throng of Araneans to greet him, and Sebastian is among them. But rather than press closer with curiosity, he stays back, just watching. If his suspicion is correct, then he knows better than to intrude, or in their case, to impede. It wasn't quite his intention, since he would have approached on his own, but when he's addressed, he'll take that as his cue. He bows his head lightly, but his expression is one of wry amusement. ]
Congratulating a resounding victory, naturally. But it is little surprise, I would say.
[ He cants his head lightly, and his tone is casual. He doesn't want to assume too far, so he'll turn it to him by asking as generally as possible. ]
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But finally, it seems like that might change. A young man isn't faring well against the Araneans, and Sebastian leans forward with a little more vicious interest, since he fully expects him to die. He really is like the Araneans, though not as animated in his enjoyment. Though like the rest of the crowd, he's surprised at how the tide quickly changes. However, where the cheers resume with vigor, Sebastian is actually very genuinely surprised. This sort of presence and power is familiar, but not in a specific way. He can have a guess at who this could be, but... That just piques his interest enough to leave and meet the victor.
As he emerges from the stadium, there's a throng of Araneans to greet him, and Sebastian is among them. But rather than press closer with curiosity, he stays back, just watching. If his suspicion is correct, then he knows better than to intrude, or in their case, to impede. It wasn't quite his intention, since he would have approached on his own, but when he's addressed, he'll take that as his cue. He bows his head lightly, but his expression is one of wry amusement. ]
Congratulating a resounding victory, naturally. But it is little surprise, I would say.
[ He cants his head lightly, and his tone is casual. He doesn't want to assume too far, so he'll turn it to him by asking as generally as possible. ]
Demon?