Skyborn

Hey there! I’ve been wanting to do one of these for a bit in order to get some more things going on— I’m leaving this uncapped, though I’ll likely be selective.

Liking this gives me permission to message you in regards to coming up with ideas— though if you’ve any of your own feel free to reach out first or share them when I contact you! 

MAO HAPPY LOVEMAS

I MADE YOU COOKIES

I HOPE YOU LIKE THEM!! THEY’RE PERFECT LIKE ME!!

It looks like the flavor of the day is red velvet with a hint of cream.

     It was a rare occasion that Mao was home for once (and also even rarer that she was leaving through the front door) when she came across the package left for her.

Unwrapping it... she looks over the cookies (and the note) with a look of idle surprise on her face. Slowly she folds the note together and sets it in her pocket, before taking a bite. A small smile creeps over her face, along with a grunt of approval.

“... Hm. Hmhm. Didn’t expect her to be so thoughtful...”

After all, as much as she enjoyed staring up at the sky from the Mistwood, freezing while doing so wasn't particularly appetizing.

But really, the only true downside was the simple fact that Mao was a little less prepared for encroaching animals— or people, in this case— closing in on her encampment... especially when they hovered above the ground, no less. Such is why, as she heard the zipper to her tent suddenly start to unzip, the woman could only awkwardly wriggle out of her sleeping bag as fast as she could...

Before ultimately sitting up, still half in the bag, and coming face to face with Olga, whose horns were preventing her from fully entering the tent. "..."

"Can I help you?"

Vending machines were constantly the bane to Mao's existence in some way or form— and this case was no exception. With her right arm mostly rammed up into a particularly dented one.

Her arm wriggled about... but the woman found herself unceremoniously stuck from the outside, partially trapped by the swinging door and still desperately trying to reach for a bag of Cheez Nuts, dangling precariously from it's slot.

Stubborn bastard.

Would she need help getting out? ... Maybe. But at the moment, all she cared about was grabbing this... damn... bag! Gritting her teeth, Mao idly punches the machine with her free hand— though it fails to dislodge the cheesy snack.

"... Are you having fun watching?"

Without even looking, Mao spoke to the presence she felt behind her as she struggled— only taking the time to spare a passing glance.

"Come on... almost... grghh..."

Character Questions

1. How do they style their hair?

By haphazardly cutting her hair whenever she feels it's getting too long. Really, the only attention Mao puts into her hair is making sure her right bangs are longer than her left.

9. What is their greatest achievement?

People back home would tell her it's her skill in martial arts, but even then, Mao isn't quite sure— as she still has much to learn. Supposedly saving her world...? Maybe, according to the gods who rallied behind her and her sister— but that's their words and not her own.

She isn't quite sure. In fact, you could say that she's still looking.

12. What social media do they use?

Character Questions

14. What is their biggest secret?

That she actually likes dressing up as a clown.

... Actually, that's not a secret (let alone her biggest one). But her biggest secret wouldn't be a secret anymore if I said it here, would it?

31. What does perfect happiness look like to them?

A clear sky, the smell of food roasting nearby, and silence— save for the voice of a friend, the crackle of a nearby fire, the sighing wind and the rustling trees nearby.

The two had already been maneuvering through the aquatic caves of the sea-based biome for a little while now.

Getting used to underwater combat was a little tricky. Even with gills and with webbed fingers and flipper-like feet, the free range of motion against the cold water was different. Being used to fighting in mid-air should have helped the sensation, but... Mao still felt a little stiff. Of course, that didn't stop the woman from ruthlessly beating the vicious sea creatures they encountered along the way— no no, what's important was the combat didn't feel great, even with her abilities back.

Her partner, on the other hand, didn't seem all too bothered.

Glancing behind her and staring at the battleship, who seemed to be enjoying herself, Mao asked, "... You used to fighting in the water? You don't seem bothered."

"Or are you just in a good mood or something?"

Granted, New Jersey always seemed to be in a good mood. Compared to the relatively more dour Mao, it always was just a bit blinding.

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18. ... for luck.

Bumping fists... was an odd way to show camaraderie. Odd in how it seemed to be a sort of 'tradition' found in most places she's been to— even her own.

A fleeting smirk would dance upon her lips, as she tapped her fist against Ryuki's.

"Right. Thanks, but..."

"I won't need it."

Not that she needed luck— sprinting forward like a bolt of lightning, Mao flew over the side of the building, feeling the wind in her hair as she soared above the chasm of concrete down below... before landing on the neighboring building's roof with finesse.

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God she hated crowds. She's already out the door, absolutely mortified at having had to stand up and sing of all things in front of an audience. Fighting in front of others was one thing— but actively performing her heart out... she just couldn't do it.

The sheer anxiety she felt from all those expectant faces, waiting for... something to come from her was just too much to bear in the heat of the moment. Publicly speaking to a group of people all focused on herself was already difficult enough, and so being forced to do something like that was just...

She needed air.

There was little she actually found herself afraid of, but standing there just then, and running off like she did made her feel... weak. Embarrassed. Pathetic, even. Such an overreaction, over that? Besides, she'd told her no, so why did she have to be so damn insisting on her going up and—

Tug, tug.

Feeling her vest being pulled from behind, Mao turned, unaware of just how intense a face she was making until she saw herself in Sue's eyes.

Her own shut, for a moment; taking a deep breath of air, the woman takes a moment to calm herself. "..."

"I didn't... mean to run. But never make me do something like that again."

A heavy sigh heaves it's way past her lips.