As every veteran merc and scout knows, Mari actually loves to sing. Barring a need for stealth, she already has a tendency to treat everyone in her near vicinity to loud singing while out in the field, and fortunately for her mandatory participation tonight, she's not even close to shy.
The cool part about having four arms is you get three of them to gesture dramatically with while you sing--or two, if you're clutching the mic soulfully, belting out ever-iconic Sayonara or the much peppier Dancing Shoes. Or 'Livin' on a Prayer,' because it turns out Bon Jovi made it onto the Japanese karaoke circuit. Go figure.
Thankfully, she's actually quite good at singing, but by the third time she's taken the mic, she's... uh. Drunk. Like, visibly and audibly drunk. By the time she's done, she's.... wow. She's ready to sit down. Like, on the ground. Yeah. Not like chairs fit her legs anyway, right? Right!
She's a pretty cheery drunk, and she's not wasted, but... well, she's intoxicated, okay.
So. Who wants to meet their new supervisor?
C. Supervisor meets YOU
Mari's not even close to the tallest person in the room, but she's not small. Her elongated limbs added a good foot of height to her. She's made a pretty good attempt to make herself look less alarming for this event, though. The dozens of independently mobile eyes are mostly covered by a fashionable jacket and spaghetti strap tank top, for example. Her shorts probably don't really do much to mitigate her freakishly long legs, but she's wearing cute open-toed sandals to compensate.
It's hard for her to look totally normal even here, but she acts pretty normal, circulating through the crowd, offering chipper greetings to familiar faces--some of which don't look terribly thrilled to talk to her, but she's not offended. You might be offended, though, when in walking by she nicks a savoury filled pastry right out of your hand.
You aren't gonna actually let her get away with that, are you?
(Because if you are, she's not gonna let you get away with letting it go.)
Mari Makinami Illustrious | OTA
As every veteran merc and scout knows, Mari actually loves to sing. Barring a need for stealth, she already has a tendency to treat everyone in her near vicinity to loud singing while out in the field, and fortunately for her mandatory participation tonight, she's not even close to shy.
The cool part about having four arms is you get three of them to gesture dramatically with while you sing--or two, if you're clutching the mic soulfully, belting out ever-iconic Sayonara or the much peppier Dancing Shoes. Or 'Livin' on a Prayer,' because it turns out Bon Jovi made it onto the Japanese karaoke circuit. Go figure.
Thankfully, she's actually quite good at singing, but by the third time she's taken the mic, she's... uh. Drunk. Like, visibly and audibly drunk. By the time she's done, she's.... wow. She's ready to sit down. Like, on the ground. Yeah. Not like chairs fit her legs anyway, right? Right!
She's a pretty cheery drunk, and she's not wasted, but... well, she's intoxicated, okay.
So. Who wants to meet their new supervisor?
C. Supervisor meets YOU
Mari's not even close to the tallest person in the room, but she's not small. Her elongated limbs added a good foot of height to her. She's made a pretty good attempt to make herself look less alarming for this event, though. The dozens of independently mobile eyes are mostly covered by a fashionable jacket and spaghetti strap tank top, for example. Her shorts probably don't really do much to mitigate her freakishly long legs, but she's wearing cute open-toed sandals to compensate.
It's hard for her to look totally normal even here, but she acts pretty normal, circulating through the crowd, offering chipper greetings to familiar faces--some of which don't look terribly thrilled to talk to her, but she's not offended. You might be offended, though, when in walking by she nicks a savoury filled pastry right out of your hand.
You aren't gonna actually let her get away with that, are you?
(Because if you are, she's not gonna let you get away with letting it go.)
D. Wildcard!
[Surprise me!]