[EVENT | TAVIMBI] HAPOYELA'S BLESSINGS

[ironwood]

Characters: Come one, come all!
Date: March 5th
Location: The Sabonile Temple, in Hatal
Situation: The Foreigners, as well as many prominent kedan, have been invited to the great Temple of Hapoyela in Hatal, where the Sabonile priest class wishes them to participate in a celebration!
Warnings/Rating: Character nudity in the after-feast comment. Indicate content warnings in subject headers as applicable.

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According to the Sabonile priests, Hapoyela wishes to properly welcome the Foreigners and the kedan to the full scope of Tavimbi's hospitality, and has instructed the clergy to organize a suitably impressive celebration for the citizens of the oldest living Great Turtle. All Foreigners, as well as many notable kedan including the Family heads, are invited to attend a grand feast and celebration at the Sabonile Temple, one of the largest buildings in all of Hatal.

The clergy has promised an evening of good food, lively entertainment, and the magnificent blessings of Hapoyela. At the same time, the Sabonile will be hosting a soup kitchen in the Temple's courtyard, feeding the hungry and the poor, as dictated by their religious tenets and beliefs.

While those who receive an invitation to the event, which the Sabonile consider a sacred charge from Hapoyela, are not required to attend... it could be seen as a disrespect to their deity.

MOD NOTE: For the naked after party section, soul gems are still allowed to be worn. If your character isn't up for stripping down, they can excuse themselves from that segment of the evening, which will have no negative repercussions with the Sabonile. In this case, they will simply do a wave-over blessing from Hapoyela around the person, and bid them a pleasant evening before they go.

Comments

[purrns]

There have been poems written about those eyes. Okay, one poem. Maybe. He gives a soft snort of laughter, folding his arms.

"There's surprising and then there's surprising. It's like the difference between realising you left your fly open and realising you left your pants at home."

His grin widens.

"Anyway, if they wanted to learn things, all they needed to do was ask. I never mind giving an interview," he shifts from the wall to offer a flamboyant bow. "Chat Noir, at your service, Mademoiselle."

[portal_refugee]

He makes quite a vivid comparison, especially in making use of a classic nightmare scenario. It draws a smile out of her.

An introduction like that deserves at least an attempt at reciprocation, and moving just a half step away from the wall at her back, the young woman bows in return with a distinctly Japanese flare. Full drink kept in one hand for the motion without spilling, it is cradled in both when she is once again fully upright, "Abigail Callaghan. I prefer to be informal with just Abigail though."

"So you've had some practice interviewing then?"

[purrns]

"Then Chat works just as well for me, Abigail."

He's impressed with the balance, takes more than a little bit of skill, that. At her next comment, he laughs, soothing a hand through his hair, preening like the peacock everyone expects him to be. He loves it, really.

"Of course! It's all part of the superhero gig. People always want to talk to you afterwards, try to work out more about you. The trick is giving them juuuust enough to keep them wanting more."

[portal_refugee]

So that explains the mask and suit. Chat is not the first superhero she has met, but he is the first she has seen outfitted. It really makes her think back to her younger days when she closely followed the exploits of fictional heroes.

"And not so much that they could figure out your secret identity," she observes. He may very well have a persona along with that suit that is different from his more mundane identity. It makes her curious if she will be able to detect any differences if they cross paths when the mask is off. After all, there are only so many Foreigners around Keeliai.

Leaning her hips back to the wall for support and comfort, she makes a request, "Would you mind sharing some of your experience as a superhero?" Please help her think about being away from here for a few minutes.

[purrns]

"Exactly. You got to keep that safe. It's part of the whole deal."

The true irony is of course that his civilian identity is much more of a mask than his actual mask could ever be. Stuck living in his father's idea of perfection, never being anything other than what is expected of him. It's stifling. As Chat though...that is where the true freedom lies. Where he can be who he is...albeit a much more over-the-top version. It's served him well in keeping both lives very, very separate.

"Bien sûr," he grins, always happy to regale others with the tales of his exploits. "A little background, to give you a helping paw. The villains we deal with are just ordinary folks. They get turned into villains by akumas, these little butterflies sent out by the real villain, Papillon."

He pauses.

"I know, it sounds crazy, but it makes all our exploits sound less crazy beclaws of it. Means I can tell a story without it sounding too far-fetched to be impossible."

[portal_refugee]

Akuma? In Japanese, Abigail is very much aware that means devil. The name seems odd in its application to butterflies, but with someone called Papillon as the big nasty, not entirely unconventional.

"It does sound crazy, but if I have learned anything since my arrival in Keeliai, crazy is the new normal," she offers in encouragement for him to continue. She doesn't whole heartedly believe whatever she is told from other Foreigners necessarily, but until she finds indications to the contrary, there is no harm in taking them at their word. Her old escapades in bot fighting in the streets of San Fransokyo seem so tame now, especially after having the fourth wall shattered her first day in the city when she met the actual Obi-Wan Kenobi.

[purrns]

"I'm glad to hear you say that."

Because, honestly, it was pretty crazy. His life had been absolutely...well not normal, but not crazy either. No magic, no supervillains, just a life. If he'd been told what his life would have been a year or two ago, he probably would have laughed.

"ANYway, one of the craziest villains me and my partner had to deal with was this guy who called himself Mr. Pigeon," he pauses to give her a sideways glance. "Not even kidding. His power meant that he controlled all the pigeons of Paris. Do you know how many pigeons there are in Paris? Turns out a lot."

He waves his hands animatedly as he tells the tale, sure it was a pretty miserable mission by normal mission standards, but it was definitely the strangest he's had to deal with. It always makes for a good conversation piece.

"He used them as a platform to fly around the city, and as actual weapons. You don't know what being bludgeoned is like until you've been bludgeoned by a wrecking ball made of actual pigeons," he chuckles. "Which is about a hundred times worse when you're allergic to feathers."