💐 you turn me on a light switch ( flower peddling )
[ Aerith is present for this particular get-together, touching based with newbies and actually dressed in something nice for once. She's even got the Tamamo pin on, if only because she wants to make as good of an impression as possible. It's a celebration, and the summer weather is just warm enough to forgive something flowy and short. It's easy to move in. Completing her 'fit is a bamboo wicker basket, stuffed full of fresh flowers. Black-eyed susans, petunias, and a rainbow collection of zinnias. A few others might be found around the whole she-bang with a similar basket, stuffed with other breeds of flowers, but the sweet scent you're likely picking up on is coming from the girl in the pink dress' basket of flowers.
The nearest victim is selected with a calculating eye; Aerith goes for someone who isn't being bothered. Pretty conniving, right? You'll find yourself face to face with a sweet, colorful flower in full bloom. Not sugary, but naturally sweet, as if an expensive perfume for a well-to-do young woman. ]
500 yen for a flower? [ Shouldn't be too much, right? Aerith smiles, holding it out for you to take. Jigokucho is an urban landscape for the most part, with flowers and gardens being a luxury mostly found in private areas. Surely, anyone looking to sell them would be asking for a much higher price. Someone who knows Aerith probably recognizes that she's just peddling her wares, but another might be confused by a Tamamo Clan member selling something for so cheap. ]
C'mon. When's the last time you saw a real one? It's worth your coin.
💐 when you're moving your body 'round and around ( magpie trouble )
[ A ray of light shoots right past the stage. It hits a pillar on the side, beyond it, taking a flag down. It billows then dances away, carried by the wind to who knows where. Meanwhile, the mischief of magpies in that immediate vicinity scatter, unscathed aside from the fright. The more spiritually attuned of the Lost Souls will recognize that ray of light as being holy in nature, a righteous ray of angelic fury. To everyone else, well— being witness is probably strange in it's own way. The crowd moves away, watching the flock of birds fly away, off to the next block...
A youkai cries out, "Good job! You scared them off!" and the culprit, one Aerith Gainsborough, lowers the Mythril Rod to glower in the direction of the destructive path she'd laid out. Chairs are over turned, but the youkai who had congratulated her walks forward with a hand raised in greeting, only for her to grumble. ]
[ none of these ping ya? that's fair! hit me up through a private message to this account, or PP me on plurk @ hagclub, and we can talk it out. on the other hand, just toss me something if we discussed it before! or just throw it at me. i'm down!
as a note: i'm trying to avoid aerith actually making roast magpie here, so feel free to discourage her from that. lmao. ]
aerith gainsborough 💐 ffvii 🦊 tamamo
💐 you turn me on a light switch ( flower peddling )
💐 when you're moving your body 'round and around ( magpie trouble )
💐 you got me in a tight grip ( wildcard )