First EP -- Ye Baiyi
May. 30th, 2021 10:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
old_monsterYe Baiyi (ageless man in white robes, with a ruddy great sword slung on his back and one white streak in his otherwise black long hair) walks in and does exactly none of the things new patrons tend to do (Where am I? This is not my linen closet! Why are there rats? OMG that window! Why is the bar sentient?); instead, he sits at a table and orders food.
He flips through the brochure that comes with his first tray (fried noodles and baijiu) but still isn't dismayed at all.
This is some kind of tavern, right? They are serving food and drink, all kinds of fancy foreign alcohol and weird tea and dishes he's never heard of, so Ye Baiyi just keeps it coming, no questions asked. If the people who actually bring the food are rats, so what? Ye Baiyi is opinionated but not prejudiced (a fine distinction that he is quite willing to explain to anybody who has a problem with his attitude), and the food is excellent and appeals to his sense of adventure.
At first, that sense is satisfied by boba tea and pizza, then coke and cheeseburger, then roast pig and dark beer; but at the end of the evening, Ye Baiyi can be found with a basket of paradoxes and a small glass of Atlantean. He's drawn his sword and almost reverently drizzles a few drops of the Atlantean over the blade.
"We're really far from the jianghu here, after all," he addresses the sword with an almost tender little smirk. "If this kind of strong drink came anywhere near our distinguished martial sects, they'd start jumping up the walls and breaking all the chairs. But no, everything is fine and tidy here, and nary a broken chair in sight. We left the actual world; fancy that!"
[[OOC: Tag him at any point of his evening that you find interesting to interact with. Ye Baiyi won't be asking newbie questions, he's far too jaded for that.]]
He flips through the brochure that comes with his first tray (fried noodles and baijiu) but still isn't dismayed at all.
This is some kind of tavern, right? They are serving food and drink, all kinds of fancy foreign alcohol and weird tea and dishes he's never heard of, so Ye Baiyi just keeps it coming, no questions asked. If the people who actually bring the food are rats, so what? Ye Baiyi is opinionated but not prejudiced (a fine distinction that he is quite willing to explain to anybody who has a problem with his attitude), and the food is excellent and appeals to his sense of adventure.
At first, that sense is satisfied by boba tea and pizza, then coke and cheeseburger, then roast pig and dark beer; but at the end of the evening, Ye Baiyi can be found with a basket of paradoxes and a small glass of Atlantean. He's drawn his sword and almost reverently drizzles a few drops of the Atlantean over the blade.
"We're really far from the jianghu here, after all," he addresses the sword with an almost tender little smirk. "If this kind of strong drink came anywhere near our distinguished martial sects, they'd start jumping up the walls and breaking all the chairs. But no, everything is fine and tidy here, and nary a broken chair in sight. We left the actual world; fancy that!"
[[OOC: Tag him at any point of his evening that you find interesting to interact with. Ye Baiyi won't be asking newbie questions, he's far too jaded for that.]]
