Exalted Champloo - Episode 2 - "Like Spinning Plates"

[Shalimar]

The Dawn Caste was not the only solar to objectto being called a minion. Temari was no one's minion, at least in her ow mind, and was more then willing to instruct the priest in the folly of his words, but the concilatory speech of the others towards the priest and his goddess made her shrug. The archer held her bow instead of unstringing it, but she did not bring another arrow to it to disrupt the efforts of the more genteel members of the circle either.

The huntress follows along keeping at Dancing Snows's side, since she believed her friend to be just as uncomfortable with the situation as she was.

 

[Tokiwong]

Snow raises an eyebrow at being called a minion, but holds her tongue for now. She was already sheathing Ivory Rain when he spoke anyway, "Your mistress would do well to remember the old ways, it would do well to be prepared for when they return," she begins to follow him, Ivory Rain resting casually on her shoulder, "I trust our safety is assured while we are in your care?," she asks, her grip tightening on the spear's shaft showing that she'd be more than willing to make sure it is.

The robed man nods, “You have my word.”

He leads the Circle deeper into the ruins which turn out to be a semblance of a city in some ways as the dark skinned residents peer out from stone buildings rebuilt with materials from the tropical island to provide shelter. Whispers can be heard filtering out from hidden shadows as the exalted enter a stone temple of sorts.

A crude statue stands out front of a woman. The man pauses before enters the temple and utters a prayer. He then turns to the Circle, “You will have to disrobe and enter the cleansing waters inside before speaking to our Goddess. You must be purified before you can be in her presence.”

Attendants, wearing loose crude robes walk forward and bow their heads never looking at the Circle of the robed man directly.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

The robed man nods, “You have my word.”

He leads the Circle deeper into the ruins which turn out to be a semblance of a city in some ways as the dark skinned residents peer out from stone buildings rebuilt with materials from the tropical island to provide shelter. Whispers can be heard filtering out from hidden shadows as the exalted enter a stone temple of sorts.

A crude statue stands out front of a woman. The man pauses before enters the temple and utters a prayer. He then turns to the Circle, “You will have to disrobe and enter the cleansing waters inside before speaking to our Goddess. You must be purified before you can be in her presence.”

Attendants, wearing loose crude robes walk forward and bow their heads never looking at the Circle of the robed man directly.

Swallow, back on a more familar ground of negotiation and status, nodes as she starts to do so. Already wondering what sort of standing and ground they could possibly gain here. She'd always sought advantage and discrete goals. Here there weren't any such things.

 

[Aenion]

"This should be an interesting negotiation," Snow winks at Sand Rat, before turning around to follow Swallow's example. She hands Ivory Rain to one of the attendant wretches, the poor thing was barely able to hold the heavy weapon. She was already considering potential weapons to defend herself, one option included the priest's staff or the priest himself. She can't help but admire Swallow's frail, beautiful form as she undresses, revealing her own lean, well-trained body.

 

[Shalimar]

Temari watched the other two women disrobe before following suit, revealing her own sun darkened skin, pointing to a habit of sunbathing, with the supple shapeliness of her figure pointing to long hours of rigorous physical activity. The raven haired girl's arms were well-defined from years of archery, as her legs were from constantly being on the move. The Night Caste girl folded her clothing and placed her golden bow on top of the pile before standing up and moving next to Snow, not looking at all embarssed by the request...slightly annoyed, or possibly resigned, but not dismayed.

 

[KentArnold]

He chuckled as he began to strip, regretting the fact he did not have time to enjoy all the lovely bounties before him. Though, he made no attempt to try and appear as if he wasnt enjoying the sights.

His body is very well tanned, little of his body shows any signs of being concealed from the sun for any length of time.

If his scars say anything, this is a man who has survived much. The scars arent the most notable thing however; the tattoos, they cover far more of his body than you could have expected. Many symbols you recognize, all of them pertaining to the First Age, but most of the symbols you don't recognize.

He seems to have no modesty at all as he undresses, as if undressing in front of others is normal and not something unusual.

He may be in his forties, but one look at his uncovered body and you'd swear he was still in his mid twenties. The Unconquered Sun has done much for the shape of his body, there is no doubt of that.

He may not have the muscle mass of Sand Rat, but what muscle he does have are well toned. Its obvious the time he spends in libraries or other places of learning has done nothing to strip away his vigor. You have few doubts that he probably spends more time in the field than the libraries.

He chuckled a bit, "There are tribes that consider putting on more clothing than needed to survive the climate is considered a sign of some form of shame. Perhaps one of these days we'll go visit. They're also highly skilled tattoo artists, its where I got some of my more prominent tattoos from."

He smirked, "And the source of some of the best smoked meats the world will probably ever know. Not to mention a place where you can find some immensely useful mind altering substances."

 

[Tokiwong]

The attendants never look directly at the exalted; but they do get some amusement as it takes at least two of the servants to carry their weapons. They follow diligently as their guide directs them to walk through a pool.

“This pool will cleanse you and prepare you for audience with our mistress,” he speaks reverently. “I must remain here, once you cross the pool to the other side, you will be given surfeit clothing and be brought before our queen. You are in luck a feast is to be held in your honor. It is not often we receive esteemed visitors of your nature.”

Sand Rat grins looking at the beautiful women all around him, “I have to say I like some of these customs, no man should have to choose between the three of you,” admiring Swallow, Dancing Snow, and Silent Wind.

His arousal is obvious for any to see…

 

[KentArnold]

He chuckled as he slipped into the pool and began to clean himself as best as he could,"For shame, you little ol' Rat. You must discipline yourself. But I'll admit its not easy staying unaffected by the beauties. It's rather ... taxing, but I'll manage."

Once satisfied he has met their requirements for cleansing himself, he gets out and after drying off, takes the proferred clothing, donning it with all seriousness. It was obvious that while he enjoyed the sights, he was also trying to stay focused on the task at hand.

 

[Shalimar]

Temari grins playfully at Sand Rat and his show of approval. "Who says you have to choose?" the Night Caste teases as she washes her body in the purifying pool. She removes the loose braids from her black hair and lets the glossy stuff hang at ease around her shoulders. "I suppouse that it would be ungracious to leave you in such a state...but I fear we haven't the time to properly deal with the issue." the girl teases the Earth Dragon, wondering if he was like his name-sake.

"Your making us quite cross with you Alamar, its bad form after all to try so hard not to show your appreciation." Temari says, mock pouting before she moves to the other side of the pool to dress.

 

[KentArnold]

"Your making us quite cross with you Alamar, its bad form after all to try so hard not to show your appreciation." Temari says, mock pouting before she moves to the other side of the pool to dress.

He bowed formally to her, grinning from ear to ear, "Ah, but it would be most rude to our hostess, and I would certainly not want her to think I have a carnal desire for her no doubt fine and exquisite body. While I am sure it would be a most interesting and enjoyable ride, I fear it would be one that I would be hard pressed to survive."

The second he got the chance, he whispered a few naughty and detailed ideas into Temari's ear.

"I assure you, I am most capable."