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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
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She hadn't just reacted out of fear when she had nearly skewered Koishi. She had reacted out of anger and wanting to hurt someone for trying to hurt her. She wasn't saying she would have killed.
She also wasn't sure she wouldn't have. In that moment that she had struck, she had been so angry, she'd have done anything not to be taken again and tied up and....she swallowed.
She closed her eyes and pushed her feelings back. She both wanted to feel and didn't. Without them she was empty, but when they came back she wasn't sure who she'd be. What if she became something like Adam? She couldn't bare that.
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Weiss wasn't sure how much that meant to Blake, or anyone else right now. She knew her judgment of character was apparently questionable at best nowadays. There weren't many people she was confident in her trust of nowadays, but Blake was one of them.
Weiss lowered her sword slightly, looking to the side. She didn't know what to do. She'd been hoping Blake would really fight her, but if the other girl doesn't want to, she's not going to attack her anyway.
"I'm sorry for what I said. Not the trusting you part, just.. everything else."
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Blake wasn't sure what she was going to do with herself. She wasn't even sure if she should return home. That would hurt Yang. But not as bad her accidentally hurting Yang would. Despite what Weiss said, Blake didn't trust herself at all right now.
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"I know you too, Blake." But Blake wasn't hearing her arguing, was she? Weiss shook her head, trying to think. She reached up and pushed some of her hair back, the strands not staying as well-put as they did when she had it in her normal hairstyle. "If you're that worried, spar in Attleton's Colosseum, not Genessia City. If you kill someone there, it doesn't stick. There's no consequences, they walk out the same time you do with no injuries no matter how bad it gets. If you're worried, practice there until you can control yourself again. Would that help?"
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It was the practical solution. And typical of Weiss to be practical even when the other girl was dealing with her own mess.
"What will you do in the mean time?"
She didn't know how to help Weiss. Or Jaune. Or anyone. She just knew how to act stronger than she was and hope people believed it.
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"Try to talk to the others. Not breakdown in front of them, as a general goal. Hopefully make it back to Nova City soon and pretend like I know what I'm doing because there's no one else to do it. Maybe get Sun a fruit basket on the way home, in more immediate ideas."