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genessia2014-02-11 07:24 pm
descendsfromshadow) wrote in genessia2014-02-11 07:24 pm
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Alright, that's it....
Who: Blake and Yang
What: A few days after Yang recovers from her brainwashing by Bison, it's time to confront a few things.
When: The middle of the night. 02/11
Where: The RWBY apartment.
This had gone on long enough.
Yang had been safely back home for a few days now, after well over a month missing under the control of a madman, and things were finally getting back to normal. For much of the weekend, Yang had simply slept, shuffling around the apartment in a zombie-like state while she shook off the last of the effects... and for all intents and purposes, she'd been more or less back to normal ever since. Joking and laughing, but Blake wasn't buying it.
Still, it wouldn't do to bring it up in front of the others. If nothing else, Yang certainly could put on a brave face. So, Blake waited.
Finally, days later, she took her chance. She waited until the other half of Team RWBY was out for the night and headed into the room she and her partner shared with a cup of tea in each hand. There was a moment's pause as she listened for the telltale snoring from the precariously perched top bunk and sighed a little when she was met with silence.
"Yang." Blake crossed the room, set one cup down and reached up to yank the blanket off of Yang's head. Before she could protest, Yang would find a cup of tea held up to her. "Let's talk."
What: A few days after Yang recovers from her brainwashing by Bison, it's time to confront a few things.
When: The middle of the night. 02/11
Where: The RWBY apartment.
This had gone on long enough.
Yang had been safely back home for a few days now, after well over a month missing under the control of a madman, and things were finally getting back to normal. For much of the weekend, Yang had simply slept, shuffling around the apartment in a zombie-like state while she shook off the last of the effects... and for all intents and purposes, she'd been more or less back to normal ever since. Joking and laughing, but Blake wasn't buying it.
Still, it wouldn't do to bring it up in front of the others. If nothing else, Yang certainly could put on a brave face. So, Blake waited.
Finally, days later, she took her chance. She waited until the other half of Team RWBY was out for the night and headed into the room she and her partner shared with a cup of tea in each hand. There was a moment's pause as she listened for the telltale snoring from the precariously perched top bunk and sighed a little when she was met with silence.
"Yang." Blake crossed the room, set one cup down and reached up to yank the blanket off of Yang's head. Before she could protest, Yang would find a cup of tea held up to her. "Let's talk."
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She blinked groggily as the blanket vanished from her face. So much for trying to sleep, but she wasn't really tired anyway. Yang turned her head, dreading Blake's invitation to talk, because she was pretty sure there would be an inevitable lecture in there.
Thus, the cup of tea was a surprise. Was this a trick? ...Nah, not from Blake.
"Okay, sure," she shrugged a little, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed before she dropped and accepted the cup in both hands with a smile. "I wasn't dreaming of any cute guys anyway, so what's the point, right?"
At least she still had that part of herself still hanging around.
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But that wasn't tonight. Blake had seen those little moments, where Yang would find herself wandering into a room for no reason, and caught the expression on her face when she realized what she'd done. Right now, Blake was just worried for her friend.
"Sleeping hardly seems worth it." She picked up the other cup, it always helped her to sleep when her mind refused to quiet down anyway, and took a seat on the lower bunk, motioning for Yang to join her. She waited until she did before going on. "So... talk."
She didn't really feel like she needed to clarify about what.
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She buried her toes into the carpet as she stretched her legs in front of her, blinking up at the bunk above. It wasn't just a cliched excuse, she honestly had no idea what to say first. "My memories are still jumbled, but I still remember doing all these awful things, and saying awful things. How can I even start to apologize for that?"
Yang sipped at her tea, frowning. "Then you guys will say it's not my fault, I was being controlled and all that, but it doesn't really make me feel any less guilty about any of it. I messed up. I just...really messed up."
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Her hands tightened a little on her teacup. Outwardly at least, Blake had kept a fairly cool head but the truth was she hated this M person as much as Yang did. Blake didn't have much outside of her team, and the idea that somebody had threatened them, was still threatening them....
She took a breath. That wasn't the point now.
"Even if you say it doesn't make you feel better, you should know that nobody blames you for anything that you did. We're all just glad you're back safe."
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She downed her tea, then blew out a breath. "Now there's two guys in Genessia who need a thorough beating. One for each fist, HA HA! ...Ha..."
Yeah, now probably wasn't the best time to be dropping lame jokes.
"So what do we do next?" Yang asked, looking to her partner. Even Yang needed a little guidance now and again.