Leis and beads and kisses are in greater supply than thieves, but sheer, generic people are in greater supply than either. The going isn't always easy, however skilled Yrael is at weaving between living obstacles. At one point, a thick, impenetrable knot of tourists all in the same lurid orange shirts block the trio's way forward, so Yrael is forced to lead them along to the side of it, to the very edges of the parade way as a large group of brilliantly-colorful, corseted dancers are passing.
As Yrael is trying to urge a particularly recalcitrant parade-goer to step forward and thus clear them a path, a dancer in a lime-green wig, sparkly green make-up, dark blue opera gloves, purple corset and silvery, splintery skirt seemingly made of tinsel and silver ribbons catches Yrael's wrist and tries to tug him out into the dance.
But the Bright Shiner doesn't exactly want to be pulled into the whirling mass of colorful dancers while trying to escort his guests to dinner, and pulls his hand back sharply to free it. The dancer holds on tight and is pulled forward, stumbling awkwardly - but purposefully - into Yrael.
Who then laughs in surprise. "Well done. Full marks," Yrael says cheerfully, placing a light kiss on the dancer's cheek before gripping their hand and twirling them back out into the passing group of their fellow dancers. The dancer has no choice but to go on with the parade or risk blowing their cover.
"We're almost there," Yrael assures Jim and Hannibal, folding shut and pocketing the confiscated knife. Thankfully his shirt and vest were cut only slightly, and in a place on his side where it wouldn't show very much.
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Date: 2016-06-27 11:10 pm (UTC)From:As Yrael is trying to urge a particularly recalcitrant parade-goer to step forward and thus clear them a path, a dancer in a lime-green wig, sparkly green make-up, dark blue opera gloves, purple corset and silvery, splintery skirt seemingly made of tinsel and silver ribbons catches Yrael's wrist and tries to tug him out into the dance.
But the Bright Shiner doesn't exactly want to be pulled into the whirling mass of colorful dancers while trying to escort his guests to dinner, and pulls his hand back sharply to free it. The dancer holds on tight and is pulled forward, stumbling awkwardly - but purposefully - into Yrael.
Who then laughs in surprise. "Well done. Full marks," Yrael says cheerfully, placing a light kiss on the dancer's cheek before gripping their hand and twirling them back out into the passing group of their fellow dancers. The dancer has no choice but to go on with the parade or risk blowing their cover.
"We're almost there," Yrael assures Jim and Hannibal, folding shut and pocketing the confiscated knife. Thankfully his shirt and vest were cut only slightly, and in a place on his side where it wouldn't show very much.