[Cynthia was always happy to contribute to being a responsible consumer... or at least, she was as far back as she could remember, which given she was a shinki, wasn't really all that long.
Nevertheless, she was bold in her assessments. The potato peel chips hadn't earned much more than utter scorn for her, the pocket ice cream maker seemed impractical and messy, and she didn't even have to try to tell them that the pair of speaker earphones would do nothing but damage their customers' eardrums.
By the time the focus group was on break, she seemed a bit weary, but otherwise, she didn't slouch, and more or less maintained her composure and unflappable demeanor. After a moment, she decided to strike up conversation with someone, and turned to one of the people sitting beside her.]
They've certainly demoed a lot of... interesting products today. Personally, I haven't been impressed with most.
[Violence vs. Violin]
[Ah, culture. Something about it makes it feel like something Cynthia missed... perhaps she's half-remembering some kind of magnificent performance from her past life? Either way, she's standing there, in the back of the auditorium, absorbing the sound and looking fondly at the spirits that have gathered in response to the feelings these artful melody has created.]
Exquisite. A splendid melody, born from the aftermath of a tragedy... I can feel the history in this song.
[... But then, something catches her eye. Something slithering out of the shadows, under people's feet and their seats, preying upon the bird-like spirits. It takes the sound of one being taken for Cynthia to fully realize what's happening, and she frowns as the spirit's ill fate causes two people nearby to begin an argument that, ultimately, gets them escorted out of the auditorium.]
It seems that the laws of nature even apply to spirits. Nevertheless, we can't let this ruin the concert.
[Wandering Whippoorwills]
Fascinating.
[Cynthia was supposed to be helping out, with crowd control, garbage pick up, or whatever. But her interest was clearly elsewhere, what with the species of bird she'd never seen before and the location, which seemed to be rich in folklore and cultural history. All things the blonde felt an innate pull towards.]
This is so fascinating! Amenohiwashi-no-kami is said to have planted paper mullberry trees and then introduced their bark as a ceremonial offering! It's said that he was associated with eagles, since one took roost upon the end of his musical instrument... I wonder what associations drew these whippoorwills to his shrines!
[By now, a number of whippoorwills have taken roost in Cynthia's hair, upon her shoulders, and even nestled in the fuzzy collar of her coat.]
And what handsome, distinctive birds! Their cry is so nostalgic... I wonder why. [Yes, why would an animal that sort of speaks its own name feel familiar to you, Cynthia?] Ah, it feels like there's an opportunity to learn so much, here!
[She reaches up and absentmindedly pets one of the whippoorwills on her shoulder. Does she even know they're there, or is she just not concerned.]
Cynthia | Pokemon Diamond/Pearl/Platinum | shinki
[Testy Testers]
[Cynthia was always happy to contribute to being a responsible consumer... or at least, she was as far back as she could remember, which given she was a shinki, wasn't really all that long.
Nevertheless, she was bold in her assessments. The potato peel chips hadn't earned much more than utter scorn for her, the pocket ice cream maker seemed impractical and messy, and she didn't even have to try to tell them that the pair of speaker earphones would do nothing but damage their customers' eardrums.
By the time the focus group was on break, she seemed a bit weary, but otherwise, she didn't slouch, and more or less maintained her composure and unflappable demeanor. After a moment, she decided to strike up conversation with someone, and turned to one of the people sitting beside her.]
They've certainly demoed a lot of... interesting products today. Personally, I haven't been impressed with most.
[Violence vs. Violin]
[Ah, culture. Something about it makes it feel like something Cynthia missed... perhaps she's half-remembering some kind of magnificent performance from her past life? Either way, she's standing there, in the back of the auditorium, absorbing the sound and looking fondly at the spirits that have gathered in response to the feelings these artful melody has created.]
Exquisite. A splendid melody, born from the aftermath of a tragedy... I can feel the history in this song.
[... But then, something catches her eye. Something slithering out of the shadows, under people's feet and their seats, preying upon the bird-like spirits. It takes the sound of one being taken for Cynthia to fully realize what's happening, and she frowns as the spirit's ill fate causes two people nearby to begin an argument that, ultimately, gets them escorted out of the auditorium.]
It seems that the laws of nature even apply to spirits. Nevertheless, we can't let this ruin the concert.
[Wandering Whippoorwills]
Fascinating.
[Cynthia was supposed to be helping out, with crowd control, garbage pick up, or whatever. But her interest was clearly elsewhere, what with the species of bird she'd never seen before and the location, which seemed to be rich in folklore and cultural history. All things the blonde felt an innate pull towards.]
This is so fascinating! Amenohiwashi-no-kami is said to have planted paper mullberry trees and then introduced their bark as a ceremonial offering! It's said that he was associated with eagles, since one took roost upon the end of his musical instrument... I wonder what associations drew these whippoorwills to his shrines!
[By now, a number of whippoorwills have taken roost in Cynthia's hair, upon her shoulders, and even nestled in the fuzzy collar of her coat.]
And what handsome, distinctive birds! Their cry is so nostalgic... I wonder why. [Yes, why would an animal that sort of speaks its own name feel familiar to you, Cynthia?] Ah, it feels like there's an opportunity to learn so much, here!
[She reaches up and absentmindedly pets one of the whippoorwills on her shoulder. Does she even know they're there, or is she just not concerned.]