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Who Blake and YOU
What Training and tattoos, multiple scenarios
When Afternoon
Where Genessia
Warning n/a, slight mentions of Battler but nothing graphic or trigger inducing - will update if that changes
a) Genessia, Outskirts
Blake focused on the clone in front of her,a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead. It flickered and she gritted her teeth. She was trying to make it to a minute. At least a minute, before it faded. She had done it when her back was against the wall. She could do it again. She tried to make another and the minute the second appeared the other faded.
She let out a shout of frustration and sank to her knees. Why couldn't she get it? She had done it before. Did she literally have to have her life hanging in the balance to be able to push herself again? She wiped the sweat off of her face roughly as though it was the rivulets of water dripping down her face that were to blame. She got up and retrieved her water bottle from under a nearby tree.
As far as anyone knew, Blake was out book hunting. And she would after this. So it wasn't a complete lie. She just didn't want anybody treating her like she was too fragile to train. She had been out of the hospital a week. Besides, it also gave her some alone time to focus her mind. Ever since she had got back she had these weird bouts of both wanting to be around people and then suddenly wanting the be far away from them
She gulped her water, a breeze lifting her dark hair. Then she stood and got ready to go at it again
b) Window Shopping for tatoos!
Blake stood with her face buried in a book - not a novel for once. An art book. It was any idea she had been toying with for a while. She got tired of flinching every time she saw that ugly brand on her arm. It wasn't just the memory. It was the idea that that demon had changed something, altered something on her own body without her permission. Every time she saw it her stomach twisted in anger. Not just because of what he did, but because she knew that her reaction was probably the exact reason he marked her.
She could probably find someone who knew how to get rid of it. But something about a tattoo just seemed...how could she explain it? Like another permanent mark, she supposed, but one she'd put there hereself. One that would symbolize that there was something better in the world than the horror she'd survived.
Maybe she's look at it , think it over. She had not even told Yang this yet.
c) freestyle/choose your own adventure
What Training and tattoos, multiple scenarios
When Afternoon
Where Genessia
Warning n/a, slight mentions of Battler but nothing graphic or trigger inducing - will update if that changes
a) Genessia, Outskirts
Blake focused on the clone in front of her,a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead. It flickered and she gritted her teeth. She was trying to make it to a minute. At least a minute, before it faded. She had done it when her back was against the wall. She could do it again. She tried to make another and the minute the second appeared the other faded.
She let out a shout of frustration and sank to her knees. Why couldn't she get it? She had done it before. Did she literally have to have her life hanging in the balance to be able to push herself again? She wiped the sweat off of her face roughly as though it was the rivulets of water dripping down her face that were to blame. She got up and retrieved her water bottle from under a nearby tree.
As far as anyone knew, Blake was out book hunting. And she would after this. So it wasn't a complete lie. She just didn't want anybody treating her like she was too fragile to train. She had been out of the hospital a week. Besides, it also gave her some alone time to focus her mind. Ever since she had got back she had these weird bouts of both wanting to be around people and then suddenly wanting the be far away from them
She gulped her water, a breeze lifting her dark hair. Then she stood and got ready to go at it again
b) Window Shopping for tatoos!
Blake stood with her face buried in a book - not a novel for once. An art book. It was any idea she had been toying with for a while. She got tired of flinching every time she saw that ugly brand on her arm. It wasn't just the memory. It was the idea that that demon had changed something, altered something on her own body without her permission. Every time she saw it her stomach twisted in anger. Not just because of what he did, but because she knew that her reaction was probably the exact reason he marked her.
She could probably find someone who knew how to get rid of it. But something about a tattoo just seemed...how could she explain it? Like another permanent mark, she supposed, but one she'd put there hereself. One that would symbolize that there was something better in the world than the horror she'd survived.
Maybe she's look at it , think it over. She had not even told Yang this yet.
c) freestyle/choose your own adventure
Re: B
Anything would be better than keeping this scar.
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How had everything gotten so messed up? The team had split after Beacon's disaster, got back together somewhat in Genessia, maybe not the same, but better than what had been. And now, it felt like everyone was drifting again. She hadn't even heard from Ruby these past few weeks. Once, she had run away, willing to let people think she was a coward to protect her team because they meant so much to her. It seemed like they kept cycling around back to the same end.
While it might be a good idea in some ways, in other ways getting a tattoo like that could also backfire.
"Do you miss them?"
She hadn't really had a family. She and Adam raised each other, practically.
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"Yes.... and no. My Pops I miss terribly. It's my job to protect the others now and I'm not nearly as good at it. And the others I try to keep with me as much as possible." He looks distant, thinking of Toby. "Or someplace safe." And then there's Espio, so his brow very lightly furrows, "Which isn't always possible. But I know they're doing their best too, eh?"
He hums quietly. "It's been five years since I saw some of my brothers. Some of them I found and thought I'd never see again. It feels selfish not to share the lost ones with everyone else, but I know they'd want me to enjoy the moment too."
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"It's good to keep your friends close," she agreed quietly. "Better if you all know how to defend yourselves too. Things don't always happen nice and neat the way they do in fairy tales and you can't be in five places at once."
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He fixes her with a soft serious expression. "The strongest in the world only creates an aura of mystique where everyone seeks that strength for themselves."
He ran a hand through his hair, "If I could be everywhere at once, I couldn't do the other things I need to either, eh?" A shrug. "Sometimes all you can do is your best, and remember the fallen."
Not that it would stop Marco from trying to change time itself, at least a little, here and there, wherever he could.
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"You have infighting?" a head tilt.
"Pops adopted his sons just because they needed family, or him, or something. I never completely understood it, truth told. But he took in all kinds. So long as they were a child of the sea."
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She sighed. "We aren't at all out war. But there's still a lot of racial tension between Human and Faunus kind. Faunus often get treated like second class citizens and the actions of a few cause humans to even fear them. And many faunus don't trust humans because of the discrimination they have faced.
I kind of found my family that way too..."
She looks like she's seeing something far away in memory and she seems worried. She lost both them both times. She didn't want to have a third go at it, but it seemed like that was what was happening.