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genessia2016-08-14 08:09 pm
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Who: Blake and anyone who wants to run into her
Where:Attelon Collisuem and walking to unknown inn/motel destination
What: Dealing with ptsd means taking off and fighting until you can't move anymore in a coliseum where you can't kill or be killed.
When: afternoon/evening
Warnings: n/a
Blake toweled the sweat off of her forehead and decided to call it a day. Now. Where was she staying tonight?
She had been spending most of her time in the coliseum. The Blake that had first arrived in Genessia would have done it to become stronger. To not be in a position where she was too weak to protect those she cared about ever again. After the incident where she almost impaled Koishi, it was more of a matter of making sure she could protect people from herself.
Maybe she hadn't been entirely honest with how that incident where she had been kidnapped had affected her. She was forced to realize that. And it was one thing to act tough and lie to everyone. At least that was harmless. But being so skittish that she might actually attack and maim someone that merely tried to hug her from behind was another matter entirely.
She still ventured out from time to time because she had to. To eat, or to drop books off in Fayren.This was good, because living on just a book hunter's salary didn't really afford one a whole lot of other luxuries. And she stayed in the cheaper places. She should probably try to pick up a bounty or two. If she was ready to test working with people again and she kept telling herself she would get around to it but it never happened. She had not, as Weiss had predicted, actually killed anybody. But her rages were still kind of terrible. She didn't know if/when that would ever subside. The nightmares were fewer now that she wasn't worried she was going to randomly snap on one of her comrades at least.
She had left a note at Remnant House basically apologizing but stating that she needed some time to sort herself out. Weiss already knew. She hoped the others weren't taking it too personally though she felt a pang of guilt when she thought of Yang. She stuffed it down when she remembered what she'd nearly done to Koi, however. She couldn't risk that just to spare some feelings.
So far no one had contacted her and she didn't blame them. Many of her friends were dealing with their own struggles. She didn't need to burden them.
She shouldered her book bag and distantly wondered what takeout item she was bringing back to the motel. Though she appreciated the normal, calm feel that Attelon had going for it, she enjoyed her solitude nowadays.
[Scenarios: Run into Blake walking home
Or wherever she's ordering food
Show up at her motel after tracking her down and demand where the hell she's been
Wanna fight her in the coliseum? I suck at writing fights, so some plotting would be involved, but go for it.]
Where:Attelon Collisuem and walking to unknown inn/motel destination
What: Dealing with ptsd means taking off and fighting until you can't move anymore in a coliseum where you can't kill or be killed.
When: afternoon/evening
Warnings: n/a
Blake toweled the sweat off of her forehead and decided to call it a day. Now. Where was she staying tonight?
She had been spending most of her time in the coliseum. The Blake that had first arrived in Genessia would have done it to become stronger. To not be in a position where she was too weak to protect those she cared about ever again. After the incident where she almost impaled Koishi, it was more of a matter of making sure she could protect people from herself.
Maybe she hadn't been entirely honest with how that incident where she had been kidnapped had affected her. She was forced to realize that. And it was one thing to act tough and lie to everyone. At least that was harmless. But being so skittish that she might actually attack and maim someone that merely tried to hug her from behind was another matter entirely.
She still ventured out from time to time because she had to. To eat, or to drop books off in Fayren.This was good, because living on just a book hunter's salary didn't really afford one a whole lot of other luxuries. And she stayed in the cheaper places. She should probably try to pick up a bounty or two. If she was ready to test working with people again and she kept telling herself she would get around to it but it never happened. She had not, as Weiss had predicted, actually killed anybody. But her rages were still kind of terrible. She didn't know if/when that would ever subside. The nightmares were fewer now that she wasn't worried she was going to randomly snap on one of her comrades at least.
She had left a note at Remnant House basically apologizing but stating that she needed some time to sort herself out. Weiss already knew. She hoped the others weren't taking it too personally though she felt a pang of guilt when she thought of Yang. She stuffed it down when she remembered what she'd nearly done to Koi, however. She couldn't risk that just to spare some feelings.
So far no one had contacted her and she didn't blame them. Many of her friends were dealing with their own struggles. She didn't need to burden them.
She shouldered her book bag and distantly wondered what takeout item she was bringing back to the motel. Though she appreciated the normal, calm feel that Attelon had going for it, she enjoyed her solitude nowadays.
[Scenarios: Run into Blake walking home
Or wherever she's ordering food
Show up at her motel after tracking her down and demand where the hell she's been
Wanna fight her in the coliseum? I suck at writing fights, so some plotting would be involved, but go for it.]
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