What is it worth to you? (OPEN)

[malave]

*Triggers - May contain adult language, depictions of gore & violence, and adult content. Enter/read at your own risk.*


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Setting: The scene opens with a shot of an array of colors illuminating a beautiful mosaic floor. As we pan upwards we realize that we are in the Temple of the Sun. Beautiful pointed archways and cylindrical pillars line a hall of intricate stained glass windows. Elaborate geometric shapes fill the ceiling in a kaleidoscope of brilliance. A low resonating hum echoes throughout the chamber in a unison of voices as we pan down and notice several topless temple warriors practicing slow paced katas. Men and women alike dress in flowing red salwars with yellow sashes around their waists. Their feet are bare as are their chests revealing their brilliantly shaped musculatures. All of their hair is grown long and kept half down, half up in a bun. Their steely gazes are kept forwards as if gleaming in to the nether as they move as one from one position to the other. At the head of the group is a well muscled older man with a long salt and pepper beard and matching hair style that contrast beautifully with his deep bronze skin. His hands are kept at the small of his back as he paces slowly up and down each row of individual making sure each pupil manifests their utmost intent in to every move. As they practice their katas their arms and fists simultaneously light with a red ghost fire before dissipating as they transition in to the next form.

The scene shifts to bare feet upon elaborate tapestries walking down a hall. As the focus pans up the individual is wearing black salwars with a flowing white kaftan that reaches his knees. Several toggles are left open to expose his chest and some thick locks of Hassan's hair falling over his shoulders. His shimmering gold eyes are looking forward with a deep seeded intent as he makes his way past several students who all pause and bow as he passes before continuing on their way. Hassan makes his way down a spiraling corridor and in to a room filled with dark dressed individuals speaking in whispers amongst one another in the shadows. As they witness Hassan's entry, each one individually nods to him and states, "My Lord.. He would simply give the slightest of downward nods of recognition before making his way in to the back of the room. A solitary chair made of blackened glass resides on a small platform that only needs a small step to rise upon. Hassan steps up and has a seat, crossing one leg over the other. He allows his body to lean on to the right arm of the seat and rests his elbow, his hand caught by his mouth in quiet observation. Hassan heard that their might be a foreigner to the Temple who came to seek out the Veiled ones. His left arms resides on the opposing arm on the chair and taps an impatient finger.

"Please...allow the guest to enter at their leisure..."

One can not be quite sure as to the attitude Hassan currently holds: whether sincere or sarcastic. His high arched brow quirks upward as he looks upon the entrant in query.