Ordinarily, when Lan Clan is called in to handle a problem, it's because said situation became so out of hand, the locals need outside help to deal with whatever has beset them. Although most of the information they've been given is based on rumors, Lan Sizhui takes immediate action and decides, with his fathers busy and uncle otherwise indisposed, he'll address the issue directly; a ‘fiend’ of some sort causing inconveniences among the people, he's been told, yet nobody who has come forward possesses actual details of said ‘crimson demon’.
This will prove far more difficult than other missions he's accepted, but certainly not for the usual reasons that night-hunts are arduous.
Sizhui's arrival is mostly kept secretive (to the point he's exchanged his all-white outfit for plain, common-looking robes), this way he can work and there's less chance that the creature will catch on to the fact it's being hunted, even if Sizhui's still got his doubts about the whole thing. That isn't his place, however, so he tamps down any uncertainty then begins his project.
It takes three whole days for him to finally come up with something; the location of the demon's lair. Goodness, what more could he ask for at that point? Being handed this golden opportunity, it almost seems too good to be true, but it's the best lead he's had since he got here. (Therein lies a new problem though: how does he get there without anyone noticing?) He could, of course, cobble together an invisibility array, something that'd cover him just long enough to sneak up and catch the monster off-guard—
No, he thinks, there could be another way, right? A few long moments of contemplation and some minutes later, he's set out on horseback, galloping the two or so miles outside of town toward where the woman had marked on his map. ‘Careful you don't fall victim to trickery, young man.’ She'd warned, leaving him clutching his evidence like a lifeline, impulsiveness irresistible, despite the ominous words.
Which isn't at all what he's thinking about the moment he rides up to the house, eyes widened in surprise, but it's instantly cut short by rising anxiety. Don't be fooled, Sizhui reminds, taking a slow, deliberate breath that he exhales in a huff, hoping he's steeled himself enough to face whatever (or whoever) awaits him just beyond a quick stride across the yard and a door.
He draws ever closer, fingers clenched around his sword's sheath, the opposite hand at his side twitching nervously, completely prepared to draw his weapon if the need arises. Once he's only an odd amount of feet away, the cultivator stops, squares his shoulders and calls out, “Is anyone there? If so, present yourself.”
some kinda jamjar demonic cultivation au
This will prove far more difficult than other missions he's accepted, but certainly not for the usual reasons that night-hunts are arduous.
Sizhui's arrival is mostly kept secretive (to the point he's exchanged his all-white outfit for plain, common-looking robes), this way he can work and there's less chance that the creature will catch on to the fact it's being hunted, even if Sizhui's still got his doubts about the whole thing. That isn't his place, however, so he tamps down any uncertainty then begins his project.
It takes three whole days for him to finally come up with something; the location of the demon's lair. Goodness, what more could he ask for at that point? Being handed this golden opportunity, it almost seems too good to be true, but it's the best lead he's had since he got here. (Therein lies a new problem though: how does he get there without anyone noticing?) He could, of course, cobble together an invisibility array, something that'd cover him just long enough to sneak up and catch the monster off-guard—
No, he thinks, there could be another way, right? A few long moments of contemplation and some minutes later, he's set out on horseback, galloping the two or so miles outside of town toward where the woman had marked on his map. ‘Careful you don't fall victim to trickery, young man.’ She'd warned, leaving him clutching his evidence like a lifeline, impulsiveness irresistible, despite the ominous words.
Which isn't at all what he's thinking about the moment he rides up to the house, eyes widened in surprise, but it's instantly cut short by rising anxiety. Don't be fooled, Sizhui reminds, taking a slow, deliberate breath that he exhales in a huff, hoping he's steeled himself enough to face whatever (or whoever) awaits him just beyond a quick stride across the yard and a door.
He draws ever closer, fingers clenched around his sword's sheath, the opposite hand at his side twitching nervously, completely prepared to draw his weapon if the need arises. Once he's only an odd amount of feet away, the cultivator stops, squares his shoulders and calls out, “Is anyone there? If so, present yourself.”