Shiri stood in awe of Kumogakure's administrative building; the Torre Celeste was familiar yet unlike anything she had seen before, the architecture reminded her of cathedral spires and fortress towers back home while still having it's own unique touch that was purely Kumogakurian. "So awesome..." she mumbled to herself, still gawking at the tower as it majestically pierced the mid morning sky.
"There's interesting stuff on the inside, too. And I think we've kept our hosts waiting long enough, Shiri-tan." the red-cloaked figure at Shiri's side quipped, well aware that their dutiful bodyguard had once again taken a detour into dork land. Gently pulled back into the dull embrace of reality, Shiri scanned her surroundings and then nodded respectfully to her charge. It was time to see just how bad of an idea this was. Shiri made sure her jacket and bowtie were properly adjusted (first impressions and all that) and steadied the scabbard of her blade in her off hand as she marched towards the ornate gates of the Torre Celeste. As Shiri held the door open for her charge, Shuu- Her Excellency of the Pontiff's Court of Tenouza, Vicar of the Allfather, Heir of the Prophets, et cetera- made her entrance. As Shuu made her way inside the Torre Celeste (followed by Shiri, who promptly remembered her manners and removed her hat- which seemed to practically disappear into her cape when placed there) she wasted no time in finding the nearest person who looked like they were slightly less clueless as to the business of this tower and it's administration.
"Excuse me, we're on official business; may I speak with a representative of this village?" Shuu asked, a playful yet serious glint in her eye as the light from the room shimmered off her crimson cloak and skunk-striped hair. Shiri chose to remain silent, simply watching and waiting; she didn't expect any sort of threat in this situation, but if one decided to show itself regardless she would be ready.
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