II - bargains? It was one thing to offer items to the average person or the random tourist out in the great world for the first time. The one group wasn't looking for anything special but something would catch their eyes and a good merchant knew how to sell it. The other group was easy to fool; just look at the amount of common urinals that he'd sold to overly haughty travelers who thought they were fooling him. So when Wu Xie stumbles into this, a little bit of the tension in his shoulders relaxed.
Not all of it, no. He was still in a place far from home without any signs of Fatty or Xiao-ge. His Notebook was still with him, but the weapons he had packed - as well as the drugs needed for his lungs - were gone. It made him uncomfortable and wary and this market doubly so.
Passing each booth and humming at the wares displayed he finally stops at one and raises an eyebrow as the merchant talked about the wonders of his wares. Wu Xie does not dismiss the claims to magic - he has seen far too much to pretend it does not exist - it was just the items said magic was placed on that had him snorting.
"Look at that," he said, nudging the person next to him while pointing with his chin at the object in question. "Shameless. Passing off a reproduction of a reproduction of a Ten Kingdoms' bell. Tsk, it's not even proper bronze! Has he no face?"
III - Hidden Message It might have been years since he truly was in the field, but Wu Xie never lost some of the awareness gained from it. Especially now when he can't find Xiao-ge or Fatty and there was a crawling sensation that this paradise was too perfect.
(His cough was gone. The tightness in his chest, the whispered words from the doctor, they weren't fake memories. He knows it, so why doesn't it feel right?)
While he was studying the layout, and making idle chatter over the construction of the building - I have a degree in this even though I'm rusty he'd say to anyone that takes an interest in his interest - he notices the imperfection in the wall. He doesn't start, or even look at it long, instead moving on to his next target before drifting back to lean against the wall under it and fumbled with a pack of cigarette-shaped candies. Putting one in his mouth, he mimes striking a match before chuckling tiredly, glancing around.
"I know, I know, but it's comforting," he casually explains as he stretches. As he stretches, he taps the foot of another Oyster and mumbles around the fake smoke. "Anyone watching?"
Wildcard [ooc; what it says on the tin! Wu Xie is from the time skip in the series so he's a tired old semi-recluse of a antiques dealer who may or may not have once had a lot of adventures.]
Wu Xie | The Graverobber's Chronicles |ota
II - bargains?
It was one thing to offer items to the average person or the random tourist out in the great world for the first time. The one group wasn't looking for anything special but something would catch their eyes and a good merchant knew how to sell it. The other group was easy to fool; just look at the amount of common urinals that he'd sold to overly haughty travelers who thought they were fooling him. So when Wu Xie stumbles into this, a little bit of the tension in his shoulders relaxed.
Not all of it, no. He was still in a place far from home without any signs of Fatty or Xiao-ge. His Notebook was still with him, but the weapons he had packed - as well as the drugs needed for his lungs - were gone. It made him uncomfortable and wary and this market doubly so.
Passing each booth and humming at the wares displayed he finally stops at one and raises an eyebrow as the merchant talked about the wonders of his wares. Wu Xie does not dismiss the claims to magic - he has seen far too much to pretend it does not exist - it was just the items said magic was placed on that had him snorting.
"Look at that," he said, nudging the person next to him while pointing with his chin at the object in question. "Shameless. Passing off a reproduction of a reproduction of a Ten Kingdoms' bell. Tsk, it's not even proper bronze! Has he no face?"
III - Hidden Message
It might have been years since he truly was in the field, but Wu Xie never lost some of the awareness gained from it. Especially now when he can't find Xiao-ge or Fatty and there was a crawling sensation that this paradise was too perfect.
(His cough was gone. The tightness in his chest, the whispered words from the doctor, they weren't fake memories. He knows it, so why doesn't it feel right?)
While he was studying the layout, and making idle chatter over the construction of the building - I have a degree in this even though I'm rusty he'd say to anyone that takes an interest in his interest - he notices the imperfection in the wall. He doesn't start, or even look at it long, instead moving on to his next target before drifting back to lean against the wall under it and fumbled with a pack of cigarette-shaped candies. Putting one in his mouth, he mimes striking a match before chuckling tiredly, glancing around.
"I know, I know, but it's comforting," he casually explains as he stretches. As he stretches, he taps the foot of another Oyster and mumbles around the fake smoke. "Anyone watching?"
Wildcard
[ooc; what it says on the tin! Wu Xie is from the time skip in the series so he's a tired old semi-recluse of a antiques dealer who may or may not have once had a lot of adventures.]