[Action] His Butler, Scouting -- Sebastian Michaelis

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[The demon never slept and much like every Sunday, he diligently kept the PCD airways open. At the first sign of anything wrong whether through there or his senses, the demon was alert. He leapt, foot hitting the edge of the Wastelands walls and easily sailed over it, only to land in a slow crack down below from the high drop of the wall. Crimson eyes with false human pupils immediately took in the rubble and the similar and yet different surroundings. He rose his hand slowly, bit the edge of his white glove and pulled it rather taunt. Dressed in black from head to toe, the six foot tall demon resembled a distinguished victorian butler adorned with the black slacks, black shoes, white shirt underneath a custom vest and the lavish long tail coat with tails that hung down the back of his legs a bit abnormally long. His face was handsomely impassive as silky strands of raven black slipped down the sides of his face.

Fingers slowly entered his small pocket on the tail coat, removed the pocket watch and with a click the demon butler glanced at the time. It's something he always had plenty of and his young master should still be asleep if not awaken by the noise. Hopefully he wasn't foolish enough to follow him as usual. Pocketwatch firmly tucked back in, he walked forward, hands at his side in the neutral position and allowed his demonic senses to take in the area around him.]