Sebastian walked the cold streets tucked deeply into his coat. He found a local flower store and began to pick around idlely. The conspicuous Japanese looking man caught the eye of the receptionist. "Sir, are you looking for anything in particular?" Sebastian turned to her, smiling with a vacant look. "I'm buying flowers for a lady friend of mine. I am indeed looking for a particular colour. Which flower it is doesn't matter." Sebastian picked at a bundle of roses. "I'd like it to be, eh, a fairly average blue. Not too dark. Blue is a good color, very pure." The receptionist responded "Any flower that is blue? What kind of lady friend then are you giving them to?" He put a finger to his cheek in thought. "Not a friend really. Nor a lover. Nor someone I'd want to be lovers with. Not part of my family, no I can't say that. So hmm... I don't really know." The woman handed him a handful of violets. "You don't know? But, this should be suitible for any sort of gift. Anyone with an eye for beauty can appreciate the flowers."
The man turned to her, still smiling with a far-off look in his eyes. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Personally, I'm more partial to the color red."
Sebastian payed for the arrangement and went on his way. It began to slowly creep into nightfall, the streets illuminated with only the occasional lamp. It wasn't unusual for him to get up as late as he did, as the day was ending. The night was so much more interesting after all. With a keen eye, he could see even through the spectral fog of the city and the smoke that seeped from the underworld of sewers below.
Sebastian stopped. He was on a street not far from his home. It was a poorly lit neighborhood, home to many ruffians and criminals, or so it was said. A strange, paling man hobbled, crumpled in the back, grasping something in his hands. Facing away from Sebastian, a strange, hollow breathing emitted from his position, as if not actually coming from his own vocal cords but from the very air around him. The man slowly turned, and Sebastian found himself staring into the eyes of another monster.
"So, I've heard a lot of strange events have been happening in this burg as of late. You must be one of those ghouls I've heard about." Sebastian tipped his glasses, gripping his other hand into a fist. "And if you're just a piece of meat, with no sentience, aren't you sort of like one of those steaks they used to punch in the old movies to make sound effects? For boxing?" The creature slowly moved towards him, eyes glazed over with the desire to feed. In its hands it grasped a small, feminine arm.
Sebastian raised his arms into a strong defensive Kenpo attitude. "Boxing with a zombie? But I can't just go on using that ability all the time. It's my own strength, but I have to take a handicap."
Sebastian rushed forward. The creature made as much of an impression of surprise as it could, barely moving. Its limp left arm let go of the prize and flailed at the attacker. A brainless ghoul was nothing to him. In a instant Sebastian deflected the strong blow. Turning it aside as he achieved formlessness, and promptly breaking it with a vicious palm to the forearm, he felt the necrotic flesh give way under his hand and the bone release its firmness. The monster recoiled, then lurched forward, trying to take a bite out of his shoulder. Sebastian crouched, slamming upward with his extended foot. The monster's jaw tore clean off, leaving a trail of reddish beads flying through the air. With a sudden shout, Sebastian thrust his open palm forward, pulverizing the ghoul's skull into fine dust, and the blood of its head dissipated into the fog. The corpse slowly toppled to the ground, dead a second time. Its head virtually destroyed, "I knew today would be a good day. I'm fairly relaxed now." Sebastian thought to himself. He didn't even need to Reverse. His skills were improving. And in the whole time, he hadn't even dropped the boquet of violets. "So, if I offer them this gift, I hope they might offer me an outlet for my special needs."
Sebastian, a stranger in the mist, strolled calmly back to his house.