Exalted Champloo - Episode 2 - "Like Spinning Plates"

[KentArnold]

"I wouldn't wish to allow them too close, but all the stories make them out to be fearsome heros striking down the menace of the Anathema... Are they as tough as the stories make them out to be? Are the as tough as us? Even tougher? I just wish to know as much about them as I can. Feeling like some's prey is not something that I am used to, or comfortable with." the young archer says as she goes below to help fix a lunch for the group.

"Is this what its always going to be like? Being chased by the Wyldhunt all the time? I think we're jst going to have to tell them to stop if they keep it up. Its not very polite after all." Temari says with a grin.

He chuckled at Snow's comment about his age, "Comfortable yes, but ... the Wyld Hunt ... it always reminds me of the fact that despite our power, we are still mortal, and we still age, albeit at a slower rate it does seem."

He frowned a bit, realizing his comment might be taken the wrong way, "My apologies, Snow, I get in these moods at times. As to the girl ... a name? Mmmm."

He grinned, cheering up a bit, "I'd say call her Snow's Shadow, since that's what she seems to be but ..."

His grin mellowed out a bit, but it's obvious he's enjoying a bit of a joke of some kind as he spoke again, "I know a perfect name. Amber deNeige"

He looked towards Temari, "As to the WyldHunt ... yes, they're dangerous. As to how powerful they truly are ... remember, they are still mortal. They don't wield power suzereign. They can die, and they can be killed. Treat them, like all threats, with respect. It's how I've managed anyway. That and not standing out too much."

OOC: There is a joke in the name I offered. Kudos if you can figure out what it really means.

 

[Aenion]

"No need to apologize, 'old' man," she teases, smiling playfully "Amber deNeige? Sounds nice, what do you think?" she asks the catgirl.

"They're not as tough as us," Snow laughs, "Most don't even come near us, but they have a few things most young Solars lack, experience and numbers. They are very good at picking off, younger Solars," she says bitterly, "The glorious Wyld Hunt, slayers of the meek... Usually once you destroy one, they leave you alone for some time."

 

[Tokiwong]

The young girl follows Dancing Snow, putting the young exalt between her and Alamar. The girl purrs and giggles, playing with Dancing Snow’s shirt. The crew does not pay the Circle much mind and keep to themselves.

Blue Fish clears his throat as the Circle heads to find some food, “Forgive me when I say that I have been informed that you should join the young master for a meal in his private cabin…” he looks nervous, “he did not want to alarm you to his presence, but he says that he would much like to speak with you all… he says that he is a friend of Modest Virtue.”

The young girl busies herself hopping up and down trying to grab Dancing Snow’s coolie.

 

[Aenion]

Snow allows the girl play as she walks, laughing when she hides away from Alamar, "You must have seriously scared her down in those catacombs."

"Young master?" Snow looks at Blue Fish curiously, "A friend of Modest Virtue? Of course I will join the young master," she grunts as she lifts the girl of the ground so she can reach her hat, "I will want that back when we go outside again... It looks like Sand Rat got bored with Chiaroscuro himself," she says to the others.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Swallow walks up, having heard a bit of what Snow said about her, though her face didn't show it. Admitably she had grown up in an enviorment where the violence was lower key, who fought the fantastical creatures that she'd encountered since her exaltation?

She smiled, though inside she was still feeling a bit out of her depth in the catacombs. Now, a social occasion presented itself. That was more her speed.

"I am quite sure we'd be honored to join him."

 

[Shalimar]

"Maybe she just doesn't like boys." Temari volunteers as she follows the serving girl and Swallow to meet with whoever was her master. "Should we worry about the fact that Alamar's men know what we are, and that we are on a ship with people that they can run their mouths to Swallow?"

While on the ship, Temari had taken to leaving her bow in her bunk, expecting that it would be safe, since anyone up to mischeif would be unable to get away from her before she found them. She was dressed in her armor with her sword belted to her hip, eschewing her coat to leave her arms bare.

 

[Tokiwong]

“Of course, right this way,” the captain leads them below deck and opens a trap door situated in the cargo room. A smuggler’s trick if there ever was one. Blue Fish speaks, “The young master waits.”

The little girl, Amber, plays with the coolie, pulling it down over her eyes and then lifting it back up, giggling. She sniffs the coolie and waves it around before putting it back on her head trying to mimic Dancing Snow.

A soft light emanates from the hidden room.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

"I think, perhaps that you've lost that hat Snow." Swallow says with a wry smile. "Your little charge has a serious case of hero worship, best be careful or you'll acquire a squire post haste." she adds with a bit of teasing mischeif to her comment.

 

[Aenion]

Still carrying the girl (relatively) easily, Snow follows the captain. Letting the girl play with her coolie, admittedly she was mostly relieved she wasn't trying to eat it. She never had had much use for children, screaming, crying, annoying little monsters, always breaking things, getting in the way... She slowly was beginning to admit she might have been wrong, this strange girl was beginning to grow on her.

"It does seem so," she chuckled as she deftly ties the straps under the girl's chin with her free hand, "But she can't stay with us, she wouldn't be safe."

ooc: how old does the girl seem to be?

 

[Tokiwong]

Still carrying the girl (relatively) easily, Snow follows the captain. Letting the girl play with her coolie, admittedly she was mostly relieved she wasn't trying to eat it. She never had had much use for children, screaming, crying, annoying little monsters, always breaking things, getting in the way... She slowly was beginning to admit she might have been wrong, this strange girl was beginning to grow on her.

"It does seem so," she chuckled as she deftly ties the straps under the girl's chin with her free hand, "But she can't stay with us, she wouldn't be safe."

ooc: how old does the girl seem to be?

The young girl is fairly small, perhaps six to eight at the latest…

The girl bops her head back forth and drops down and follows Dancing Snow into the hidden room. A round table is set up with bread, cooked meat and several bottles of water, and a cask of wine.

A large man sits in a chair, the light set I such a way as to not reveal his features. Silent Wind can easily see to her acute vision and perception that it is the Sand Rat. The Sand Rat grins, “Hello my friends.”