[Wufei has never been particularly comfortable with wasting time. Even as a child, his time was filled with this activity or that, even if it was simply meditating because he had nothing else he could do. So it's not odd at all for him to move forward with something right away.
So he shows up at the location provided, looking almost like a local if it weren't for the tight ponytail and bronze cloud floating around his head and shoulders. In one arm, cradled like a child, is the towel-wrapped chunk of Deathsythe. It's hidden from view by the towel, but the shape is obviously irregular, like something salvaged.]
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Date: 2022-12-06 08:08 am (UTC)So he shows up at the location provided, looking almost like a local if it weren't for the tight ponytail and bronze cloud floating around his head and shoulders. In one arm, cradled like a child, is the towel-wrapped chunk of Deathsythe. It's hidden from view by the towel, but the shape is obviously irregular, like something salvaged.]