[Yotsuyu wakes up.

She shouldn't be waking up. She should also be in quite a lot of pain right now, but everything feels strangely numb. Perhaps that's part of dying, or maybe it's simply because of the cold. She's lying in the snow, dressed in a white version of her kimono (or maybe Tsukuyomi's kimono). For a long moment, she merely lies there, looking up at the sky and thinking.

Why have the kami given her a third chance? She didn't deserve the second one. She certainly doesn't deserve this one.

Finally she pushes herself up and does the only thing she can think to do. She buries her face in her hands and she screams - she screams until she's hoarse, until her voice won't allow it any more, until her lungs burn from it.

Yotsuyu is alive, and left to face the consequences of her actions yet again.]

[There's no point in arguing with anyone here, Yotsuyu has learned that lesson very quickly. So she goes with the flow, she allows the crowds to lead her to this supposedly new arena and she watches some of the matches with a look of boredom. Pillow fights aren't nearly as interesting as fights to the death, but somehow she suspects that such things would be frowned on here.

It's the scenic routes away from the dome that draw her attention - the solitude is nice. The peace and quiet that comes with being away from everyone is a luxury in this place, it seems, so she wanders, and so something sparkly catches her eye. Without thinking, Yotsuyu leaves the safety of the path and crouches down in the snow, finding a beautiful red flower blooming amidst the ice.]

How pretty...

[She reaches out to touch it, and the flower melts away into nothingness, leaving her hand suspended in the air. It gets a dark chuckle from her - something that isn't amused in the slightest.

Maybe you should steer her back onto the path before she's attacked by something, given that this woman doesn't exactly look like a fighter? She doesn't have a weapon or anything of the sort, anyway.]

[Yotsuyu has no interest in competitions involving pancakes. Yotsuyu has no interest in being sucked up into such folly. And yet somehow, here she is with more pancakes than she knows what to do with, looking mildly lost at this strange turn of events. It started with a stall owner practically shoving a pancake at her, and then the rest seemed to follow suit, claiming that it was for some sort of competition or something? Really, she has no idea what she's gotten herself into, and the pancakes have become so numerous she's at a loss.

Or at least, she was, but now she's been surrounded by strange creatures that look like cats and smell like fruit or flowers or other such nonsense, and the cats are attempting to steal the pancakes whenever she's not looking.]

Go on, shoo. These aren't for you. Although I suppose I can't eat them all...

[The one she's been picking at is rather good, but perhaps that's just her love of sweets talking.]

I said leave me alone— ugh.

[A jellycat has now made itself at home on her lap and is jiggling while purring(?). It is also eating her pancake. Yotsuyu sighs in defeat and throws her hands up. She has been chosen, there is no escape.]

Fine. It's not like I wanted them anyway.

[It's been hard to avoid thinking about it, but something has been bugging Yotsuyu since she awoke here. It's not really something she wants to discuss, but at the same time, ignoring it has done no good either. So perhaps it's time to ask the burning question she's been wondering this whole time:]

Why do you deserve to be here? What makes you worthy of a second chance?

( Yotsuyu comes with quite a few warnings, which you can find over here in my opt-out post. Some of these may come up in threads with her; I'll be warning accordingly! Please note that due to her canon point, she comes with spoilers for Stormblood and post-Stormblood! For castmates, she won't be recognizing any specific Warriors of Light as the one from her world. If you'd prefer to do something else with Yotsuyu, let me know at pokerap! )