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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

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"That's just the first step," she said, never taking her focus away from them.

Blake backed away from it slowly, concentrating, waiting to see how long it would last and how far she could get from them without them disappearing. She didn't have much time to test her endurance with Adam trying to kill them. She made it to about the treeline before they began to flicker.

Levy watched, her attention enthralled with Blake's display.

"That's amazing Blake!"

Her dark eyes lit up with excitement.

"I am able to make them quickly in combat, but making them into lasting decoys is something new. Making someone else's clone was something I didn't expect, and I only learned I could do it, because I was desperate."

Blake wished she had something more in the way of being useful in direct confrontation, but this was her semblance. Unless she found a way to make her clones attack, though, this was what she was stuck with.

"What kind of abilities did you want to work on, Levy?" she asked.

Levy nodded her head. "I've been able to do some pretty amazing things when I was desperate. It was how I was able to learn to rewrite others magic and make shields." Though she's practiced it more since then.

"I was thinking of working on quick casting."

She placed her fingers together and the word fire snaked through the air. "I have a few words I can cast quickly but only a few. Fire, Air, Bullet... I want to see if I can make them stronger to make more."

Blake raised an eyebrow. "Why the words, though? Is that what she mean by rewriting?"

She wasn't sure she got it, but she was a little envious of someone that could use so many elements. She still wasn't convinced that magic wasn't some type of aura. Whatever it was, it was a gift.

It was a gift and Levy didn't mind what it was called. She'd be a Fairy Tail wizard no matter where she was or what she was doing. She brought her wrists together and then the word IRON appeared in front of her.

"Things like this, I have Iron, Fire, Air, Bullet, Hole... and a few others. I wanted to think of more that could be useful."

It was all about creativity and practice.

"It looks really amazing," Blake conceded. "All of those elements. Most people can only ever use one or two unless they have dust equipped. I'm still not sure I understand how the words work, though."

She wondered if she should ask Levy if she was doing ok, but it seemed like such a ridiculous question. Besides, she may have come here looking for an outlet like Blake. The faunus doubted she wanted to talk about that and really, neither did she.

Levy wasn't sure what to think about that. "Well... the ability is in the words more than the element. I have power over them."

She didn't think it was all that impressive. There were stronger and far more talented wizards in Fairy Tail. Levy was average at best, despite her attempts to reach S class.

"Umm... how are you doing? The work load isn't too much is it?" She wasn't asking about the incident but she wanted to make sure that Blake was okay too.

"No," Blake replied. "The work load is what I need."

Keeping focused on something was the only thing that blocked the horrible images from her head.

"I hope it didn't look like I was slacking," she continued. "I guess it makes me feel better to feel like there's something I can do." She clenched her fist. "Though, actually, it doesn't seem to have helped very much in the past."

Even if no one had been able to get of Battler's clutches, it didn't change that she had been so easily captured in the first place. It felt like what she had done was for nothing.

Levy shook her head. Working a lot was something she understood. It was why, among other reasons, she spent so much time at her stores. "I know you aren't slacking." That and everyone needed breaks. As long as the books were found and delivered to the store on time and communication was clear Levy didn't care what Blake did.

As long as the work gets done she has earned that freedom.

"I think feeling better is what we need to focus on first. We're stronger when we're at our best and feeling good. That means taking care of the body and the mind."

"Working will make me feel better," Blake counted.

Not a complete lie, just not really the truth. Blake felt nothing. She numbed herself by preoccupying her mind. It was better than staring into space like she caught herself doing and potentially freaking Yang out, who probably though she was a lot more okay than she was and Blake wanted to keep it that way. Feeling 'good' was going to take time. If it ever did. She just wanted to go back to the day of the beach party and freeze time.

"So I wouldn't worry about it."

Levy offered Blake a weak smile. "I'll still worry Blake. It's what friends do but I trust you."

It was the best she could offer the other girl and Levy considered it enough. She'd always be there for her friends and she'd always do what should could to help.

"Just let me know if you ever need anything." She exhaled a slow breath. "I should probably head out. I have to stop by Everglade before it gets dark." That store has a curfew after all.

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