[Honest and unfiltered opinions don't slip easily past Yaone's lips, not when she's been raised to be polite, formal, and respectful of others at all times and it's a sentiment she tends to agree with far more often than not. Many of the testers have been incredibly, um, forthcoming with their opinions of the rather creative items before them. In fact, all of this forthrightness is starting to give Yaone a slight headache so she calmly stands up, bowing to the group.]
I am sorry. Excuse me. I must take a break and get some fresh air. Please carry on without me.
[And with that, Yaone starts scurrying, mouselike, toward the exit.]
B. Violence vs. Violin
[It's a beautiful concert and the story behind the instrument remarkably touched Yaone. After a period of just listening and slightly swaying in time to the music while watching the little chick spirits gather, the youkai woman catches a glimpse of something dark and serpentine moving toward their newfound prey. She inclines her head toward the nearest Far Shore resident, softly murmuring.]
There are ayakashi present here.
[That gentle tone masks the steel of determination as Yaone's eyes narrow at the gathering enemy. To disrupt a special event meant to heal the hearts and minds of those who've lost loved ones in the recent disasters is despicable and unforgivable. She will not let this stand.
Without another word, Yaone bends down to reach for one of the snakes, intent on gripping it behind its head so it can't easily bite her. If she's unaware it'll blight her if she touches it, if she's not thinking through the action, or if she simply isn't concerned about her own safety at the moment is anyone's guess.]
Would you please help me dispose of these?
[Stop her, help, or intervene?]
C. Wandering Whippoorwills
[It's busy. Very busy. Too busy. Softspoken, gentle Yaone probably isn't the best choice for crowd control but she'd been free to receive the prayer so here she was regardless. There's just so many people! A very flustered and flushed, seemingly human woman is running interference at the temple entrance. Her voice barely rises above the din of the crowd as she speaks in a frantic, almost desperate tone.]
Please wait your turn. There will be an opportunity for all of you to see the birds. I ask that you are patient and stay back behind the line.
[To punctuate her statement, Yaone picks up a nearby broom and draws a thick line in the dirt with the tip of the handle.]
Yaone | Saiyuki | God
[Honest and unfiltered opinions don't slip easily past Yaone's lips, not when she's been raised to be polite, formal, and respectful of others at all times and it's a sentiment she tends to agree with far more often than not. Many of the testers have been incredibly, um, forthcoming with their opinions of the rather creative items before them. In fact, all of this forthrightness is starting to give Yaone a slight headache so she calmly stands up, bowing to the group.]
I am sorry. Excuse me. I must take a break and get some fresh air. Please carry on without me.
[And with that, Yaone starts scurrying, mouselike, toward the exit.]
B. Violence vs. Violin
[It's a beautiful concert and the story behind the instrument remarkably touched Yaone. After a period of just listening and slightly swaying in time to the music while watching the little chick spirits gather, the youkai woman catches a glimpse of something dark and serpentine moving toward their newfound prey. She inclines her head toward the nearest Far Shore resident, softly murmuring.]
There are ayakashi present here.
[That gentle tone masks the steel of determination as Yaone's eyes narrow at the gathering enemy. To disrupt a special event meant to heal the hearts and minds of those who've lost loved ones in the recent disasters is despicable and unforgivable. She will not let this stand.
Without another word, Yaone bends down to reach for one of the snakes, intent on gripping it behind its head so it can't easily bite her. If she's unaware it'll blight her if she touches it, if she's not thinking through the action, or if she simply isn't concerned about her own safety at the moment is anyone's guess.]
Would you please help me dispose of these?
[Stop her, help, or intervene?]
C. Wandering Whippoorwills
[It's busy. Very busy. Too busy. Softspoken, gentle Yaone probably isn't the best choice for crowd control but she'd been free to receive the prayer so here she was regardless. There's just so many people! A very flustered and flushed, seemingly human woman is running interference at the temple entrance. Her voice barely rises above the din of the crowd as she speaks in a frantic, almost desperate tone.]
Please wait your turn. There will be an opportunity for all of you to see the birds. I ask that you are patient and stay back behind the line.
[To punctuate her statement, Yaone picks up a nearby broom and draws a thick line in the dirt with the tip of the handle.]
Please do not come any further.
[Yaone may need some reinforcements.]
D. Wildcard