Something like that. [ he's a daozhang. really. he's definitely not a god. he's absolutely not eight hundred years old. (he's definitely pretty weird, though.) ] I guess I don't get out that much. I'd like to hear about it, though!
[ says the man who is more or less a hobo.
he realizes once they get within a safe jumping distance and returns to a standing position, hands folded behind his back. even a little before jiang cheng tells him to, he's already stepping forward, light as a feather as he hops off of the sword and lands gracefully on the back of the train, one foot, then the other. it's small enough that there's barely enough room for two, so he leans backwards to get the back door open, then steps through into the train enough for them both to enter, offering the other cultivator a smile. ]
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[ says the man who is more or less a hobo.
he realizes once they get within a safe jumping distance and returns to a standing position, hands folded behind his back. even a little before jiang cheng tells him to, he's already stepping forward, light as a feather as he hops off of the sword and lands gracefully on the back of the train, one foot, then the other. it's small enough that there's barely enough room for two, so he leans backwards to get the back door open, then steps through into the train enough for them both to enter, offering the other cultivator a smile. ]