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Mention of Jackson’s father passing brought unwelcome memories to Delan. Shaking them aside after seeming lost in them for a moment, he lifted his glass in salute. ”May Yanluowang judge him well and bless him with a fast journey to rebirth.” He downed his drink and smiled at Eli. ”One day Pastor, we may need to have a relaxing discussion on your ‘sin’ concepts and the way many of those who do not follow your Christ see things..”. He rose and straighten up his clothing, waiting for the others.
He smiles and finishes off his whiskey in a long swallow. "So I'm the preacher, and he's the lawman. I think I spy a foreigner over yonder," Eli says, gesturing to Xian and raising his voice, "who's more than welcome to join us, unless he prefers to keep his own company!" He offers a wide, warm smile, and turns back to Walter. Delan nodded and moved closer, As he spoke his face remained neutral, and his voice surprisingly had only a very slight accent. ”Thank you Pastor. I’ve found, unfortunately, that in mixed company it’s best for someone like me to wait for an invitation rather than make assumptions.” As Drake and Walter continue the conversations, Delan took small bites from his plate and looked each of the men over, trying to judge their mettle. At the moment, it seemed that Jackson was the one that had brought them together, but would there be reason to band like wolves (and in that case, who may come out as the Alpha), or as simply Hyenas, fighting each other for scraps. In any case, Delen felt that it was worth all this to find his sister. Hopefully, Jackson would be able to follow through on the next bit of the trail...
If anyone had come bursting into the room at about the time the sun came up, they would have been greeted by a sight that almost anyone would deem unusual, especially for Natchez. A young Chinese gentleman, looking like he is in his mid-twenties (but with the way Chinese folks are, he could even be younger), sitting cross-legged and nearly naked in the middle of the floor staring out the window at the rising sun. Well, staring might actually be hard as he was spitting with his eyes close and breathing slowly but steadily. As the sun rose, the shadow and light from the room slowly moved toward he sitting figure. When the light from the window completely surrounded Delan and he felt the warmth on his face for an extended period of time, he took one last deep breath and opened his eyes as he rose in one smooth motion, stretching at the end. He stood a bit taller than most Chinese, but looked leaner somehow. He stepped over to the bed where, instead of the typical outfit seen by most Chinese, he had laid out the outfit he wore on the trail, a bit neater than might be during that time though. Delan had found that dressing the part of a cowboy, gave him more of an opportunity to look like any other man on the street which usually helped him avoid the trouble that typically followed a “China-man in white clothes” attitude prevalent even years after his people had arrived in the area. He quickly pulled on the brown pants, white shirt and black vest before sliding his feet into a pair of boots and buckling a gun belt on. While he felt he wasn’t good with it, several time not having one had brought more trouble than it was worth. Grabbing his hat, he headed downstairs to meet with the others.He paused in the doorway as there seemed to be a bit of a conversation going on. As he did, he spotted an empty chair out of the way of everyone and took a seat, quietly.
Xian’s got a very basic profile all filled out. Trying to find a better layout than the HeroLab one... :)
For some reason, new posts haven’t been showing for me until today... Getting a proper profile entry and more up today/this evening....
Working on getting the profile all filled out. :) |
