( It's the middle of the day when he realises, hunched over a desk in a very noisy brothel, someone's loud, obnoxious climax in the rooms above having him scramble for his communicator. He isn't even sure Zhou Zishu knows how to use it, but he's clever! He'll figure it out. At least Wen Kexing isn't using the text function yet.
All in a rush. )
Ah-Xu! I have a job. A job that requires me to be in brothels. If anyone mentions how often I'm in one just know it's because I am very diligent and caring and the women ... well, the women and the men ... have decided I'm the only one they'll talk to now. All right? All right.
( He's sure this is reasonable and that his username does not, in fact, make things worse. )
[ it takes Zhou Zishu a few moments of confusion before he figures
out how to make the odd little thing stop chiming. The moment Wen Kexing's
voice comes sailing out, though, he instantly understands. It's some form
of instant communication, likely between long distances since Wen Kexing is
clearly nowhere nearby.
Oh, this could have made things so much easier in the past. ]
Lao Wen, what are you talking about?
[ and then his eyes widen when a very clear, very loud moan comes
through. ]
Yes, brothels. Brothels that I am often at. For business.
( It is currently deeply important that Zhou Zishu knows he's not sleeping around. He hasn't in months. A+, all round good boy. )
When we arrived in Ephes I was given a task by one of the senators. I'm supposed to make sure the whores are well cared for, the wine is high quality, and the opium is ... well, opium. It's very boring, but I'm known now!
Aiya, you'll just spend the day drinking if I don't find anything more useful for you to do. And what good are all your muscles if they are not used? Come, be my fetching delivery boy. The whores will gossip about us.
( When does he ever get to boss Zhou Zishu around? Never. )
It's near where I found you the other night. Take the alley to the left and go down the street towards the marketplace. You'll find it, and I'll have someone keep an eye out for a handsome if fierce man wandering about.
Please, as if anyone who knows of me thinks I'm so straight laced. You can pretend if you like.
( And then, because he can take pity. )
Master Frye, don't worry, it's not what you think. He does errands for me. Also he's painfully closeted. I offered to set him up with a man from the other whore house and he looked like I'd told him I could disembowel him if he wanted. ( A sigh. ) It's been very boring.
[ Zishu snorts, not cutting off communications as he slips out the
window. He takes a moment to gather his bearings, and then heads in the
direction Wen Kexing told him. ]
( He wonders if he should tell Zhou Zishu about the shapeshifter or his murder hand. ... Although, maybe he already knows about the second, he has been left unattended. )
You'd think so. He's good anyway, you just have to give him some coin and alcohol and he'll do whatever you ask.
[ Though, admittedly, for some coin and a drink (or just a drink),
Zhou Zishu could be potentially convinced to do a great many things as
well. As long as he agrees with it, at least. ]
I've heard the chatter. Not enough to understand what's going on, though. I
need more information.
[ He's trying to be good and not get involved in politics
beyond his control; he had enough of that for multiple lifetimes. However,
he also can't quite help himself. ]
Mm, I can tell you what I know, though that's not quite enough either. There were more factions and fights before I came here and people have been tightlipped on the where and the whys. Mostly they expect you to agree with them.
( A sigh, the sound of a bottle uncorking. )
Messalina is the one they're debating. She's a figure with a host of the undead at her beck and call. She says she wants them to be given refuge and care, but she lets one of her own wander the streets and murder - no, eat - innocent women. ( Carefully, because he knows how it sounds, and he knows who he has been. ) I don't think a deal should be made with someone like that.
( He doesn't think a deal should be made with someone like him. But if he had his way nowadays he would have the Ghost Valley shut and silenced, and if he could go back he would not have freed them in the first place. )
Better that we keep her undead leashed, but unfortunately that is not how everyone else thinks.
[ He demands as soon as Wen Kexing pauses for air, indignant. He'll
get to the information in a moment, but he's still processing it, turning
it over in his mind. There were certain things in Wen Kexing's voice that
he wants to poke at, but that'll be best when he can sit across from him
and see his expressions as well. Meanwhile, Zishu chooses to focus on the
more immediate thing--a very familiar sound of an uncorking bottle. ]
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