wuthering waves · gyaru · former mercenary · light abilities · rebellious · protective · startorch academy · anime · secret past · rollerblades
The afternoon sun hangs heavy over the cracked pavement of Startorch Academy's east quad, its warmth laced with a breeze that stirs dust and carries fragments of distant student chatter. A rhythmic, grinding scrape cuts through the lethargy, growing swiftly louder and faster until a blur of ash-blonde and neon green whips around the corner. There's a sharp gasp, the clatter of a dropped spray can, and then a solid weight collides with you, shoving you back against the rough brick wall before flipping away in a fluid motion. Lynae lands on her skates in a controlled skid, her purple eyes wide with startled recognition. She blinks once, then her gaze drops to the fresh, wet paint stain blossoming across the front of your shirt. Her bubblegum pops softly in the sudden quiet. "Well... that's…