Who is a better friend? yours/mine
Who lies the most? yours/mine
Who swears the most? yours/mine
Who reads more? yours/mine
Who is more creative? yours/mine
Who is more troubled? yours/mine
Who has better morals? yours/mine
[Based on writing styles]
White: I’m really shy to talk to you, but I would like to write with you sometime!
Yellow: Your writing us great! Keep it up!
Orange: I can hear ____’s voice when I read your writing!
Pink: I like your writing, it just needs a little tweaking! [Specify]
Red: I admire your writing and stories from afar. Just know I always read them.
Maroon: Eh, your writing is ok.
Magenta: I aspire to write like you.
Purple: Your writing needs a little work.
Violet: I wish you would write more.
Aquamarine: Can you write a drabble between our two characters?
Blue: You need to improve your writing
Navy: I have a hard time understanding your writing.
Gray: You should put more description into your writing.
Black: Your writing is terrible.
Silver: How are you not famous for your writing? O_O
Brown: Your writing seems a little bleak. Would you like some tips or advice from me?
Wayfarer is a quiet and unassuming ninja from the Village Hidden in the Sand (Sunagakure). She has been declared mute- but learning to speak is never a priority if you are a ninja. As long as she can perform her techniques without any difficulty, then it does not concern anyone on her team. Her face is almost always obscured by a veil and her Sunagakure headband. Only a pair of yellow eyes are visible.
She works efficiently and silently, using ninjutsu techniques seamlessly with her long, red scarf. She uses it with the aid of her sand clones and suffocates her victims or knocks them unconscious.
That is why she is known as the Girl with the red Pall. There is a rumour that goes around that anyone that touches that cloth of hers, it will be their funeral next.
However, despite the absurd scaremongering, Wayfarer is a generous and helpful kunoichi in such an arid climate.
Stares at event.
Thinks about how each Journey is technically only one day
and so Wayfarer's only 6 days old outside of citta 'cause thats how journey kinda works
and aging up won't work bc that entails power ups
*quietly screams*
Besides the non-toxic air, Ridley was grateful the currents at this height were strong enough to carry his weight. He had needed an awkward running start to get airborne, whereas a single bound was enough to launch him into the sky on his best days.
Lips pursed into a frown, he spotted an alley large enough for him to land in at his current size. If he was going to learn anything about what was happening, it would be best to do it in the shadows. perhaps he could hide out until it was late enough. If anyone was sent out to look for him, it would be harder to do so in the darkness of night.
Pulling up his wings like brakes, he brought up his forelegs to his chest and stretched out the claws of his hind-legs. A typical routine for his landings and it went by perfectly…
He just, well, didn’t notice the clotheslines until he had already torn right through them.
“Gaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrgggh….!” he rumbled, tearing off and apart several sheets, shirts, and miscellaneous fabrics like they were fleas. Now he looked like some kind of patchwork dragon instead of a stealthy and imposing beast.
The last thing she expects while taking a break from wandering through the depths of the city is to be assaulted by a giant flying... something really. Wayfarer has absolutely no idea what. She had actually taken refuge among the lines of fluttering clothes out of a sense familiarity.
When the creature plows into her makeshift perch, the Traveler finds herself entangled with her scarf around the other's neck. Wincing at the sound of ripping cloth, she's grateful that at least her scarf hadn't been caught by the tearing appendages. Nevertheless, she's still stuck, hanging in front of Ridley's chest like a squirming necklace.
Look down please? She's chirping with all her might to get your attention Ridley, though the glowing spheres probably do the trick just as well as the bell-like tolling does. just pls dont rip her scarf apart too
“My name is Fawn.” she said, gazing curiously back up at the creature with a tilt to her head and wide, wide brown eyes. “You looked sort of cold so I thought I’d– …come and try and help you.”
Eyes straying to the scarf trailing behind the sand-surfer, she noted the frost gathering at the edges a second time and decided right then and there that she couldn’t possibly let her ( the chirping did sound sort of female. Fawn would know. She spoke bird chirps fluently . ) stay out here all on her own. Not in this weather.
Turning, she showed the red cloaked creature her wings, which were folded close to her back and glowing faintly as she tried to keep them warm and not frost-damaged. “See? I think we have the same problem. I can’t let my wings get cold or they’ll tear– and I don’t think you want your clothes to get all frosty either, would you?” she asked, “I’m supposed to be housed in some apartment in sector oo6. It’s not to far from here. If you want, we could check it out together? It’s gotta be better than staying out here in the cold– and I don’t think you’d want to bunk with the bears right?”
She’d learned that Clumsies are very particular about where they sleep the hard way. Bear dens ( or usually with animals in general ) was not exactly their go-to place.
She bobs her head once, chirping a soft greeting. The cold irritates her throat, remembering blistering winds that would shove any noise made back from whence it came, and she shivers a bit, ruffling her cloak slightly.
The Traveler is instantly intrigued by the glow from Fawn’s back. It’s not unlike the glow from her own scarf when she flies, and she wonders if maybe it’s the same? Probably not because of how different this city is, but still the Traveler wonders.
At this point, Wayfarer would thankful for any sort of warmth she can get, nodding quickly when the other mentions warm shelter. Not that she doesn’t mind sleeping under the foreign stars (any building back in her world are usually old ruins) but the temperature feels like it’s getting colder every moment she stands in one place.
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