[IC] Lost and Found
Whistling a tune that hadn't been sung in at least six hundred years, Vasati put his hands in his jacket's pockets and began to saunter vaguely in the direction of the Clock worker's quarter. He hadn't gone ten paces before he dipped into the first alleyway he found, slipping off the road and out of sight of the many idle passersby. Alleys were where he felt most at home, an ironic twist of fate considering how he had spent the majority of the last thousand years, yet one he that still felt perfectly natural to him. They sheltered him, winding and twisting like myriad veins through every limb of the city. Every step he took, every meandering stride, opened up a nearly infinite variety of back passageways, hidden alcoves, and secrets paths. There were paths in the city that he could not take of course, those areas protected by the stronger Mundus and Empyrean wards, forming bubbles of mystery that not even his whispers could not pierce. Such things were fewer and father between towards the edges, which is why he had picked the Cross of St Erasmus as his mark.
As he walked through the narrow back passages, his features twisted and changed, his shoulders thickening as his raven dark hair shortened. A band of azure cloth now kept it out of his eyes, matching the brilliant blue and gold shirt that he suddenly wore. The coat was gone, or perhaps it was now the purple cloak he had pinned to his collar with a heavy broach of gold. His goatee thickened and lengthened, hair creeping up the line of his jaw to meet his now curly hair at his temples. The laugh lines at the corners of his eyes deepened, the piercings and and tattoos he had born now vanished. There was no need for him to fear that anyone had seen the transformation, however. Had any tried to follow him through the alley, they wouldn't have gone ten paces before they found it ended in a blank wall. Any and all sign of the Infinite had vanished, swallowed whole by the city which he called home.