Exalted Champloo - Episode 2 - "Like Spinning Plates"

[Shalimar]

Temari slaps Alamar's gut playfully as he dresses in the clothing provided by their hosts. "But you'll be fully attired." she objects to his defense of not wanting to be rude to the hostess, but she agrees whole-heartedly with the idea of not wanting to lay with a shark.

[/QUOTE]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."

"You are goinng to follow through on each and every word of that old one." Temari promises as she finishes clothing herself. The girl looks to her weapons and Armor, not feeling comfortable without them when going to meet a Canibalistic exalt that liked to turn into a shark. "Can we truly trust them and their goddess with our weapons?" she asks the older exalt.

 

[Aenion]

Snow undid her hiplong black hair, letting it cascade down her back as she watched the others undress. The young woman looked very much the foreigner with her yellowish-tinted skin among her much more darkskinned allies. Her skin showed remarkably little scarring for a warrior.

Alamar looked surprisingly fit and healthy for his age, though all those symbols drawn on his skin were a bit of a turn off. She had the feeling she'd be busy trying to decipher them rather than enjoy herself if she'd lay with him. Temari had a rugged beauty she found quite appealing and the younger woman's attitude surprised her a bit. She had to admit she might have misjudged her. She was already feeling warm and tingly inside when she looked upon Sand Rat in his full glory, biting her lip as she looked him over, her eyes coming to rest just below the belt, "I'm sure we have some time, I'm certain the godess would understand," she protests to Temari, not taking her eyes of Sand Rat. She gets into the pool after Temari, helping the young woman untangle her hair, "I'm not adverse to sharing either..." she grins mischievously at Sand Rat.

She ducks her head underwater, clearly enjoying the cool bath and especially the beautiful company, "There's no reason to be modest here Alamar," she smiles at him, "I don't think sharks eat their mates."

 

[KentArnold]

"You are goinng to follow through on each and every word of that old one." Temari promises as she finishes clothing herself. The girl looks to her weapons and Armor, not feeling comfortable without them when going to meet a Canibalistic exalt that liked to turn into a shark. "Can we truly trust them and their goddess with our weapons?" she asks the older exalt.

He frowned, "It depends on how much they honor the old ways. But, we are here, and by the Unconquered Sun, we shall prevail! Even if we have to persuade Sand Rat here to bed the goddess to keep her happy for a day or three."

He'd better be joking about that. You hope he's joking about that.

She ducks her head underwater, clearly enjoying the cool bath and especially the beautiful company, "There's no reason to be modest here Alamar," she smiles at him, "I don't think sharks eat their mates."

He laughed a bit, "I'm seldom modest. And I'm not worried about being eaten. I'm worried about getting her pregnant and being tracked down to fill some manner of obligation. I've heard that Lunars are rather ... prolific in that area. I'd rather not find out the truth of the matter. I've got enough children floating around the world as it stands."

He's willing to chance Sand Rat getting her pregnant, but not knocking her up himself. Nice set of morals he's got.

 

[Tokiwong]

The Circle is now dressed in similar white and blue robes of a soft almost silk like material. Although much of the exterior architecture is crude, the internal design is sophisticated with a definite motif of the Moon, the walls have the different faces of the moon carved into the stone; lined with silver.

Overhead the roof is open to the sky or it seems that way till one can make out the curved clear crystal that makes up the curved ceiling some forty feet above the head. They enter into a chamber that is guarded by two of the shark beast men and find a tall woman laying on a central dais where the light is most focused.

A spread of food is laid out around the dais, and attendants stand idly by waiting for the commands of their Goddess. The prisoners sit on their knees at the base of the dais chained and perhaps drugged.

The woman speaks, “Children of the Sun… welcome to my Palace. I am the Black Maw, the Infinite Hunger, I am both the Lover and the Destroyer. I have many names, and many faces…”

The doors slam close behind the Exalted.

The woman shifts from the tall almost lethal looking beauty into a smaller, almost girl-like frame. Her skin is tanned and her breasts are slight as is her frame. She wears shimmering silver like armor and has two long pig tails that nearly touch the floor.

The girl giggles, “So what do you want to eat first?” she says excitedly, “Are you hungry? Tell me a story about the outside world! Oh I get so bored, when I get bored I get hungry…” she giggles, “tell me your names!”

 

[KentArnold]

The woman shifts from the tall almost lethal looking beauty into a smaller, almost girl-like frame. Her skin is tanned and her breasts are slight as is her frame. She wears shimmering silver like armor and has two long pig tails that nearly touch the floor.

The girl giggles, “So what do you want to eat first?” she says excitedly, “Are you hungry? Tell me a story about the outside world! Oh I get so bored, when I get bored I get hungry…” she giggles, “tell me your names!”

He raised an eyebrow and spoke softly, just loud enough for other members of the circle to hear, "This is most ... unusual. I have never heard of a Lunar having a gift like this. I think perhaps the best we can do is to grant her what she desires."

He smiled, bowing politely, "If we would tell you stories of the outside world, something smooth to drink would be most enjoyable. As to food ... I will trust your judgement on what we may find of delight to our tongues, oh goddess. I am after all, not one to turn down a chance to savor new experiences."

He tried to avoid a frown as he pondered things, taking in the scene around him, I need to find out what's going on here. I heard nothing of such a condition in the stories about her, nor of her title as the Lover. Which either means it is recent, or it is a well kept secret. Which makes me wonder if she intends to let us leave here alive. That and calling herself the Lover? It worries me greatly.

OOC: Do the guards or any of the other people present seem to consider this sudden change odd. IE do they seem uncomfortable, unsure about the situation, or does it seem like this is perfectly normal? Also, does he recognize any of the ruins, any symbols, anything that might be of historic interest(especially anything from the First Age).

 

[Shalimar]

OOC: Are we disarmed? Or did the people with our weapons come too? Also do the shark barbarians in the room have weapons?

 

[Tokiwong]

OOC: Are we disarmed? Or did the people with our weapons come too? Also do the shark barbarians in the room have weapons?

You are currently unarmed but there are plenty implements that can be used in a pinch, the guards are armed with long spears.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Swallow steps forward, calling up a touch of her power, feeling the cycles and ebbs of the situation start.

"I am Kaela of Chiapetascuro." She says as she lets her powers flow and slips into the areana of HER choosing.

OOC:
Spending a mote on Mastery of Simple Manners.

 

[KentArnold]

Swallow steps forward, calling up a touch of her power, feeling the cycles and ebbs of the situation start.

"I am Kaela of Chiapetascuro." She says as she lets her powers flow and slips into the arena of HER choosing.

He smiled as he kept looking around, trying to look like he's relaxed, and not concerned about the lack of a weapon, Now Swallow, you are the Titan. Show them who the master of this arena is. I do hope Chaos Reaver doesnt cause the attendants too many problems. It's not often it speaks, but when it does ... it's annoying.

 

[Shalimar]

Temari follows behind Swallow and Dancing Snow, moving gracefully but warily along behind the pair of sun touched beauties. The hunter girl enters the room with the self-styled goddess and notes the circle's lack of weapon's in comparision to their hosts, she aslo made a mental note that she cannot rely upon her now absent orichalum breastplate.

As their hostess talks, Temari spends her attention on the guards and the tribesman, figuring the hostess would have the attention of all the rest of the circle as well as Sandrat's.

OOC:Is Voren with us?