Trick-or-Treating in Miniopia (Group 2)

[Legend]

Shandriz sat on the bench, making sure that her position looked as sultry as possible. She had found out about this strange holiday, one that was right after the elaborate Mod Day, and had enjoyed the idea of poking fun at her native race. A spider priestess would be perfect to scare anyone who'd actually had any dealings with her nasty people, and that idea amused her.

The drow looked up at the clock-tower, then around the streets which were already seeing the first of the trick-or-treaters. One of the more minor priestesses in the temple was delivering candy to those coming by, and she was certain they should hit the Temple first when the rest of her group arrived.

[Reverend]

"You're not fooling anyone who knows you."

Airius walked up behind his fellow priest, trying very hard not to stare at the revealing costume. He was covered head to toe in a furry bear suit, with for some odd reason a striped red and black tie in the front and a white neck collar. On his head was a brown hat.

"Mod, maybe I should have worn something not so furry. I'm going to get very warm in this." He turned to Shandriz while reaching behind to itch at his back. "Are the others on the way?"

[Shandriz]

The Drow laughed,
"Well, I thought it was a good idea for scaring people, anyhow," she explained her costume away and stretched languidly,
"That does look awfully warm. But it'll probably be chilly later and I'll be wishing I'd have thought of something warmer."

She stood up to look about,
"I should hope so. I don't want to be lounging about here forever."

[Reverend]

"If it comes to it, and you really want to scare people, we'd trade costumes."

Airius shifted again and sat down on the bench.

"To pass the time I guess I could tell some jokes. See a horse was walking into the Kilted Wench..."

[Silver Adept]

One of the clouds moved, showing off a little more moonlight, and out of one of the shadows that was there only a moment ago stood the Thousand Master.

That was, right up until you actually got a look at him. The blond hair and the pendant with a globe of fire hanging down identified Silver Adept in the Thousand Master's guise. His staff, however, was wrapped in the same style.

Spotting Rev's bear, he walked over to where the Priest of Mod was talking to Shandriz.

"Ah, good, there are some people here. I was worried that I was going to be the only adult in Miniopia who actually dressed up."

[Shandriz]

The Drow groaned,
"Oh, for Mod's sake, Airius..."

Shandriz smiled at the mage. She really did need to find a way to thank him properly for bringing her to Miniopia village and ultimately to Mod. Someday, perhaps. Until then, she would consider him 'friend' as much as any other she had grown fond of...at least, to the degree she was capable of such given the distrust her people had ingrained in her.

"Silver, you look delightful. I'm afraid I don't recognize your costume, though...I'm sure not many will recognize mine either."

She laughed and pointed to the red spider on her chest,
"Priestesses of Lolth are rare in these parts."

[Reverend]

"Hardly a worry really. This is a holiday for all to celebrate. We don't get to let our hair down enough."

Airius stuck his "paw" out to shake SA's hand. "Good to see you made it."

[Akanari]

Catching the tail end of a conversation, Akanari verily strolled up to the trio, recognizing SA and Shandriz's hair colors from afar. She didn't have much personal connection to either of them, and she had no idea who the bear man was, but perhaps this night could help with that.

"I'd argue the point of this being a time to let our hair down, but no one wants to hear that, do they."

She smiled warmly at the group as she stopped at (what she hoped) was a comfortable distance. Self-consciousness crept into her mind as she reminded herself of her odd costume, and she wondered if these beings knew of man's history. A rich, almost toga-like cloth was draped diagonally across her body, exposing a generous portion of her (also generous) hips and most of her torso. Gold plates rose up over her breasts and attached themselves to an elaborate necklace who's design matched the cloth. The Egyptian Asp that really made the costume was wound around the arm on her exposed side, barely moving except for the rise and fall of its breathing, sedated by the cold air and the woman's touch. Akanari ran her kohl-lined eyes over each person, gaze steady if her chuckle was not.

"Unless I've stumbled upon some very strange citizens, I'm sure you are my escorts for the evening?"

[Reverend]

"Uh, hi. I don't think we've met. And while I can say we are strange indeed, I think you're at the right place."

"Reverend Airius Origen, pleased to meet you. Whoever you are."

[Akanari]

She gave him a questioning look.

"...I've heard your voice at the Shrine, haven't I? Eh, no matter. I'm Akanari, and you can make of me what you'd like."

Nari lifted an eyebrow.

"Interesting costume, but it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."