[the hustle and bustle throughout caiyi town has always proved to be good coverage when he's out night-hunting; men and their fishing boats, children running about with wild abandon, people selling their wares in the many stores that the line the walkways— they're all great ways to play into where he's taken up space beside a familiar teashop to play his guqin for currency. (or any payment, really, as some of the earlier mentioned children do happily approach and leave him things like flowers and tiny trinkets.) whatever they give is no matter, as his ‘act’ is merely just that: an entertaining presentation to perhaps suss out anyone who might have information about the goings-on in the city lately.
many of them who stop and chat him up don't have much to give aside from what he already knows concerning the fever, though there are a few helpful tidbits from a small group of drunken fellows that stumble their way inside the restaurant to sober up. the particulars aren't much to go on, but admittedly, they're better than nothing.
afterward, once the sun begins to set, he gathers his items and heads toward the nearby inn where he has a room, eats, cleans himself up and goes to bed in preparation to do it all again tomorrow.
however, as he collects more intel between gossipy folks, his tactic changes from morning routine to nightly, which doesn't work well for someone who's so used to being an early bird, but he handles it (and uses whatever means necessary to make absolute certain his body will not choose otherwise for him). with this new choice comes a change not just in awakeness but wardrobe too; a new get-up which offers some half-protection of his identity if the situation were to get dicey.
he plays a familiar tune, something slow and calming, his qi spreading forth an odd amount of feet from where he's sitting, radiating tranquility, yet also feeling for any possible disturbances amongst the buzzing night-life.]
♪ cause there's nothing else in this broken world that i'll ever, ever love as much
many of them who stop and chat him up don't have much to give aside from what he already knows concerning the fever, though there are a few helpful tidbits from a small group of drunken fellows that stumble their way inside the restaurant to sober up. the particulars aren't much to go on, but admittedly, they're better than nothing.
afterward, once the sun begins to set, he gathers his items and heads toward the nearby inn where he has a room, eats, cleans himself up and goes to bed in preparation to do it all again tomorrow.
however, as he collects more intel between gossipy folks, his tactic changes from morning routine to nightly, which doesn't work well for someone who's so used to being an early bird, but he handles it (and uses whatever means necessary to make absolute certain his body will not choose otherwise for him). with this new choice comes a change not just in awakeness but wardrobe too; a new get-up which offers some half-protection of his identity if the situation were to get dicey.
he plays a familiar tune, something slow and calming, his qi spreading forth an odd amount of feet from where he's sitting, radiating tranquility, yet also feeling for any possible disturbances amongst the buzzing night-life.]