[It's near silent in the temple, save for the soft sound of breathing and the hum of magic in the air. The floor is arranged in 13 rows of tiles, alternating between lines of black and lines of grey. In the very center is one line of pure white, and while the others have multiple people kneeling on their own individual tiles, facing away from from the door, this line is different. At the very front, a girl in her early 20s sits facing towards the door, thick, dull purple fabric tied around her eyes. It's the same fabric as the rest of her clothes, and, actually, everyone's clothes. The male and female outfits are identical, long flowing skirts and bare chests. The women's exposed breasts are shown with no hint of modesty or shame, and even those who look up when the door opens make no move to cover themselves. Each line of people has it's own face paint done utterly identical on each member of that line, and a different mask is hung on the wall at the front of each one. Only the white line down the middle of the room lacks a mask, and the girl at the front has only the fabric over her eyes. The whole place is lit with candles that hang, suspended by nothing, in the air throughout, thick enough in number that it's barely dim in the room. There are doorways at the front of each line, underneath the masks, seemingly marked by them as much as the lines are. The white line lacks one.]
[When the door opens, the girl at the front of the room smiles widely, seemingly to herself. She stands up and walks calmly over to the masks on the wall, choosing one that looks upsidedown and taking it from it's place. Without taking the fabric off of her eyes, she walks back to her line on the floor and crosses it to reach the doorway. She holds the mask to her chest and smiles, the tilt of her head making it seem as though she can see through the fabric over her eyes.]
Welcome, child of the Hanged Man, to the House of Shadows. I am the resident Fool, here to extend a hand to the new and the old to guide them in the ways of understanding the mystical reality they are a part of.
[She presses the mask into his hands, and once she's assured that he has a hold on it, she reaches up with one hand to pull the knot on her blindfold, which falls to the floor. Without it, her smile looks incredibly cheerful, reaching her now-visible eyes.]
Sorry for the cult induction speech. Hi! My name's Minako Arisato, and I'm sorta the high priestess around here. You've gotta have some magic to even get in here, so, don't by shy! Come in, come in, we haven't had a visitor in ages. You don't have to wear the mask, if you don't want.
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[When the door opens, the girl at the front of the room smiles widely, seemingly to herself. She stands up and walks calmly over to the masks on the wall, choosing one that looks upsidedown and taking it from it's place. Without taking the fabric off of her eyes, she walks back to her line on the floor and crosses it to reach the doorway. She holds the mask to her chest and smiles, the tilt of her head making it seem as though she can see through the fabric over her eyes.]
Welcome, child of the Hanged Man, to the House of Shadows. I am the resident Fool, here to extend a hand to the new and the old to guide them in the ways of understanding the mystical reality they are a part of.
[She presses the mask into his hands, and once she's assured that he has a hold on it, she reaches up with one hand to pull the knot on her blindfold, which falls to the floor. Without it, her smile looks incredibly cheerful, reaching her now-visible eyes.]
Sorry for the cult induction speech. Hi! My name's Minako Arisato, and I'm sorta the high priestess around here. You've gotta have some magic to even get in here, so, don't by shy! Come in, come in, we haven't had a visitor in ages. You don't have to wear the mask, if you don't want.