oom: THE CULTIVATOR JOB

[cultivation_npc]

The door opens, and on the other side is Jin Guangyao.

He puts his finger to his lips, opens the door wide, and lets people pass into a stone-walled passageway lit by torches in sconces.

As everybody enters, he lifts a finger in warning and points to his left -- there are guards there -- then leads the way to his right, towards a large gate in the stone wall.

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[lupintrois]

Oh, he could totally fit that thing down his pants and still be able to mince about afterwards, but he's saving it for something fancier. "Not this cheap nonsense!" he snaps, somehow managing serene calmness and Karen-esque irritation at the same time. "An expert thief would not waste his time just on gold-leafed trinkets. Think! What is something a thief with endless ambitions would take, something that cannot be found or made anywhere else?"

He asks as if it's a rhetorical question to test the guard's intelligence.

[cultivation_npc]

"The zodiac cups that Sect Leader Chang gave to Sect Leader Jin before the war are still here as well," the guard says.

He holds out a wooden case and opens it; inside are twelve porcelain baijiu cups, each painted with a pornographic interpretation of one of the twelve creatures of the zodiac on the inside bottom, and a SFW version on the outside, in great miniature detail.

[lupintrois]

Oh, come to A-die," Lupin thinks as he surveys the item. He gives a firm nod and then whirls, pointing at the door. "Come! We must inspect the perimeter! Move!"

Once they're all turned away the cups also vanish into the various compartments and hidden pockets that Lupin's worked into the robe, with the monkey one fitting nicely under his hat.

[cultivation_npc]

The guards starts quick-marching around the dungeon, racing up towards the various staircases to the perimeter of Jinlintai.

The place is huge, but the guards know to display much outward eagerness and a speedy delivery of security theatre.

[lupintrois]

It's a calculated move - the guards are searching frantically for something they won't find, diverted from the specific place he knows Zenigata will be. It's so fun, ruffling their feathers, moving among them like a shark through fish and watching them scatter. Adorable, really.

By the time he's through putting them through their paces, his robe will be so full of contraband that he'll almost clank when he walks.

"You've done well. All seems to be in order. I will be reporting your hard work to our master when I return." He gives one final, enigmatic smile, and then turns to walk out the gates.