[ yang isn't sure of a lot of things right now. her home, her loved ones.... all of them are worrying blank spots in her memory. or she would be more worried if the sun wasn't baking any moody contemplation on the issue right out of her brain. at least the mystery desert was kind enough to grant her a wide-brimmed hat that blocks a fraction of the heat.
she squints into the distance looking for any thing that can hold a conversation. even a tumbleweed would be good company right about now. however, that dark spot on the horizon is vaguely shaped like something even better--a person! she sprints toward them at top speed, grinning from ear to ear. ]
Think I made a wrong turn back at that third sand dune, [ yang chirps. ] Have any clue where the nearest oasis is? One that isn't just wavy lines preferred, but I'm not gonna be picky.
b. bull riding
[ her eyes are glued to the mechanical bull from the second she walks in to the saloon. it's loud. it's unwieldy. it's dangerous.
yang loves it.
she sits at the bar watching attempt after attempt, knee bouncing with impatience all the while. ]
There's no catch to this, right? [ yang asks the person next to her. ] Just stay on as long as you can? That doesn't seem so tough.
[ said as yet another person is flung to the floor with a nasty-sounding thud. ]
c. wildcard
[ want to do something different? no problem. just DM this journal and we can talk it out. ]
yang xiao long | rwby
[ yang isn't sure of a lot of things right now. her home, her loved ones.... all of them are worrying blank spots in her memory. or she would be more worried if the sun wasn't baking any moody contemplation on the issue right out of her brain. at least the mystery desert was kind enough to grant her a wide-brimmed hat that blocks a fraction of the heat.
she squints into the distance looking for any thing that can hold a conversation. even a tumbleweed would be good company right about now. however, that dark spot on the horizon is vaguely shaped like something even better--a person! she sprints toward them at top speed, grinning from ear to ear. ]
Think I made a wrong turn back at that third sand dune, [ yang chirps. ] Have any clue where the nearest oasis is? One that isn't just wavy lines preferred, but I'm not gonna be picky.
b. bull riding
[ her eyes are glued to the mechanical bull from the second she walks in to the saloon. it's loud. it's unwieldy. it's dangerous.
yang loves it.
she sits at the bar watching attempt after attempt, knee bouncing with impatience all the while. ]
There's no catch to this, right? [ yang asks the person next to her. ] Just stay on as long as you can? That doesn't seem so tough.
[ said as yet another person is flung to the floor with a nasty-sounding thud. ]
c. wildcard
[ want to do something different? no problem. just DM this journal and we can talk it out. ]