#iburned

@iburned drew a short-haired Yang some time ago and it was so marvelously stunning. Since I have a knack for feeding off of other artists’ creative short-hair-grill-energy, I knew I had to give this one a spin.

Jirou was a wreck the moment she woke up that day, though one wouldn’t be able to tell thanks to Rin’s excellent makeup skills. She could barely sleep the night before, thinking only of the mistakes she could make and the failure she could be. Thoughts such as these were the plagues that limited Jirou to only an hour of sleep.

But she was still early that day, earlier by at least ninety minutes according to her watch. They had all agreed to be there an hour before just so they could practice, but this was a bit much even for Jirou. Normally Jirou was one of the first ones to practice, and today was no different. She had to be early today in case there were any issues she would have to worry about. With her extra time the girl decided to load up the gear into the band van, so they could get there quicker.

With time each of them arrived, some more prepared than others. Demyx was the last one and received an earful from Jirou, including a specific threat. “If I wasn’t so nervous and tired I would break your skull with your sitar.” She didn’t mean it of course, but it was still something worth considering.

“Okay everyone,” they were all piled in the van already, gear packed around them as she started to speak, “Today is the big day. Our first concert! We practiced like maniacs to get this far, and I’m proud of all of you. I’m not super great with words, but I want everyone to know that even if we mess up... I’ll still be proud, and happy to have met everyone.” She offered a confident smile, her exhaustion hidden within her excitement. “So let’s prove we’re amazing and rock the stage!” It was the last thing she said before the band went to set up their equipment.

***

It was easy to forget that this wasn’t some professional setup, but in fact just a festival with music included. Thankfully this wasn’t Jirou’s first appearance on a stage, so the band was able to prep the stage without any issues. Jirou did nearly trip over amp cords twice, but the first time Anda caught her, and the second time she caught herself. So Jirou wasn’t going to be running around too much today. Except to introduce the show, something she nearly forgot to do. The hero in training approached one of the mics, taking in a deep breath before speaking.

“Welcome everyone!” The crowd quieted down as her mic hit the speakers. “We are... Well, we haven’t really decided on a name for our band yet!" She laughs nervously. “I started this band on a whim a few weeks back when I wanted to have something to do with my free time. But as I started to get to know everyone, I realized that maybe this band could be more than just something to pass time! Maybe it could be something amazing. Every member of this band is important to me, and I hope you all start to care about them as we play. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy our song!” 

Jirou moved quickly back to her spot as everyone moved to their position. They had practiced this over and over, so she had full faith in all of them. She gave a nod to Anda and Yang, acknowledging that they would start the song. 

“Yang?”

There was no forgetting this girl. The powerhouse of team RWBY. The firey girl who always had a pun and a punch stored away just for you, depending on the mood. She was unforgettable to Pyrrha, and was someone Pyrrha considered a dear friend. And she was here. Here on the island, just like Pyrrha. But how?

Pyrrha had to reach out, she had to get her before Yang escaped. “Yang!” She was louder this time, her voice filled with a false sense of strength. Yang could have answers... Perhaps she could tell Pyrrha if her scar meant something. She had to chase the other girl, and as soon as Yang was close she reached out. 

And grabbed her right hand. 

It was solid, solid in a way she wasn’t used to. Pyrrha was not known for being especially affectionate with the girls, but she recognized that this did not feel like Yang’s arm, it felt... Metallic. But Pyrrha had so many questions, and this would go on her list.

What was a ‘yeet’? It was a word being yelled rather loudly from atop a bar, the caller clearly intoxicated as she continued to do so. It was dangerous, at least enough that 2B couldn’t turn a blind eye. So with little difficulty she climbed up, using her enhanced ability to jump making it seemingly effortless.

The girl on top was certainly drunk - a feeling the android knew nothing about. But while she would never vocalize such a thing, she found her profoundly beautiful in a way. Humans that could live so freely...

to: yang xiao long

from: blake belladonna

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Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Yangarang!

You will be housed in APARTMENT 307.

You will retain all power and weapon unlocks!

Magilou paces around the edge of the pit that mark’s Spirale City’s center. This strange land had many mysteries to it, and yet this one and the ever-present fog nagged hardest in her mind. That and the question of her arrival. But that was something she could put aside. There were deeper, darker questions to answer today. Some people gathered around had opted to throwing rocks into it, or whatever debris they could find. That simply wouldn’t do. She wasn’t truly a scientist, but she did know the value of good practice. “My, my...I think this is definitely the pittiest pit I’ve seen in quite some time. There doesn’t even seem to be an end to it.” She says just loud enough for any passersby to hear. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this was a bonafide gateway to hell itself.”