[The food and drink may not be great, but Seimei's enjoying the various gambling options and performances from the sidelines. He definitely manipulates a few bets to win at dice and sees through some hands, but using petty magic for minor benefits isn't really a bad thing, right? Or rather, it's only a problem if you get caught. And most of the locals at least aren't picking up on his abilities. So he wins a bit here and there, looking for trinkets that seem to hold some emotional value more than actual money--and people who are familiar with magic and that emotionally charged energy can probably tell what he's doing.
When he's not picking out things to collect, Seimei spends some time watching the fortune teller. After politely observing them go through several small sessions with people in various stages of drunkenness, he smiles in his place off to the side.]
Ahh, that looks like fun. I wonder if my fortune would be that interesting?
ii. Party gossip
[As the energy picks up and people share more talk of monsters and rumors, Seimei also catches more people doing reckless things. Dancing goes from dancing on tables to talk of dancing on the roof, and more people are ready to prove their skills while thoroughly inebriated. Maybe he notices a fellow Chosen taking up a drunken archery challenge or maybe he just bumps into someone, but either way, he likes the atmosphere.]
Excuse me, could I be of assistance? I don't mind helping.
[You know, for a trade. A stray needs company sometimes!]
iii. Night antics/late night chaos
[Okay, late into the night everyone has had a bit too much fun. Even Seimei thinks enough is enough. The place is a mess, and his instincts kick in--picking up garbage and cleaning abandoned dishes long forgotten. He can't help himself. The crowds bring in useful energy but also leave an uncomfortable feeling for someone who is used to cleansing rituals and careful placement for each object. He's definitely exasperated, but he smiles wryly and keeps that to himself. Come on, people!
During a break, he looks up at the sky, appreciating the vastness and clear view.]
I wonder what they think of us?
iv. Wilcard!
[Knock him over in a bar fight, notice his not-quite-human nature, catch him not remotely dancing, cheat with him at cards, whatever! I'm open to any interactions, and if you want to plot you can catch me at teaandreveries.]
Abe no Seimei | OC | open
[The food and drink may not be great, but Seimei's enjoying the various gambling options and performances from the sidelines. He definitely manipulates a few bets to win at dice and sees through some hands, but using petty magic for minor benefits isn't really a bad thing, right? Or rather, it's only a problem if you get caught. And most of the locals at least aren't picking up on his abilities. So he wins a bit here and there, looking for trinkets that seem to hold some emotional value more than actual money--and people who are familiar with magic and that emotionally charged energy can probably tell what he's doing.
When he's not picking out things to collect, Seimei spends some time watching the fortune teller. After politely observing them go through several small sessions with people in various stages of drunkenness, he smiles in his place off to the side.]
Ahh, that looks like fun. I wonder if my fortune would be that interesting?
ii. Party gossip
[As the energy picks up and people share more talk of monsters and rumors, Seimei also catches more people doing reckless things. Dancing goes from dancing on tables to talk of dancing on the roof, and more people are ready to prove their skills while thoroughly inebriated. Maybe he notices a fellow Chosen taking up a drunken archery challenge or maybe he just bumps into someone, but either way, he likes the atmosphere.]
Excuse me, could I be of assistance? I don't mind helping.
[You know, for a trade. A stray needs company sometimes!]
iii. Night antics/late night chaos
[Okay, late into the night everyone has had a bit too much fun. Even Seimei thinks enough is enough. The place is a mess, and his instincts kick in--picking up garbage and cleaning abandoned dishes long forgotten. He can't help himself. The crowds bring in useful energy but also leave an uncomfortable feeling for someone who is used to cleansing rituals and careful placement for each object. He's definitely exasperated, but he smiles wryly and keeps that to himself. Come on, people!
During a break, he looks up at the sky, appreciating the vastness and clear view.]
I wonder what they think of us?
iv. Wilcard!
[Knock him over in a bar fight, notice his not-quite-human nature, catch him not remotely dancing, cheat with him at cards, whatever! I'm open to any interactions, and if you want to plot you can catch me at