#copyslain

– she left. she left and hoped that they would hate her for it. and she wouldn’t blame them if they did, somewhere deep down. ( but they don’t, her mind tends to echo back in sun’s voice these days. ) guilt. it’s the source of all the distance, it’s what holds her back– tightly– like silken webs spun around her chest. bile builds in the back of her throat at the very thought of opening up most of the time. still; she recognizes those as excuses. and though she’s walking forward with her team on awkward feet, she intends to try. she owes them that much… that and so much more.

the sun is beginning to set when she’s drawn out of reclusion by the smell of delicious tuna. the sight of it is enticing– yet her fingers pause just before she can divulge. blake’s ears twitch, gold eyes darting from the tuna to a smug, approaching teammate. she should have suspected that this was a trap– all of this food out for the taking. though in retrospect, maybe some part of her already knew.

❛ –weiss. ❜ lips purse. casually, she draws her hand behind her back. then ( as much as it pains her to deny her instincts ) she inches away from the tuna. weiss looks awfully proud for luring her out. ❛ um… did you want to talk? ❜

despite team rwby’s tearful reunion, there was a certain member who seemed still missing. Blake had kept to herself upon her return, lost during the hours of light, appearing only at meals. Weiss understood why she would avoid them -- a lot had happened. But she didn’t care about that. Everyone was here now, that’s what they should focus upon. Thus, she devised her clever little plan... she would bait her friend out of her isolation.

the fish was set neatly on the coffee table, a window cracked open to allow for some extra air flow, and Weiss darted out of sight. She waited... and waited... and then footsteps. Aha -- ! Her prey had arrived... As the familiar figure reached for the food in front of her, she approached from behind, clearing her throat for attention.

 ❛ hehe... i knew the tuna would work. ❜

...she’s surprised that it worked. Pleased, yes, but surprised. The concept seemed a little, well... cartoonish, but it did apparently show results. A triumphant smirk flashed across her lips for a swift moment, though she grew serious as Blake inquired about her intentions.

right. i think the only way he can be made into at least a dimensional villain at this point is to show more of what made him the way he is / showing more of the person he was before. all we have rn are his extreme motives and next to nothing to base them on, aside from the overall plight of the faunus. we don’t know anything personal or exclusive to him.

BLOODIED hands wielded a sword to match, drowning in that same red which stained his very soul. it was all he was now -- a weapon to cut down those who would oppose the white fang. those who would oppose him. he would carve his message into the world, so that they would learn to fear his fury. for what else does a great leader need? nothing else kept kings alive; not love, not respect, not loyalty. fear drives everything. those who resisted would meet his blade, those who relented would live. simple as that. it was not his goal to end humanity -- no, he would see it thrive, with him at its helm. 

DESPERATE words shake him from these delusions, and his gaze shifts to the source. blake. scared and angry, she’s yelling at him, tears nigh forming at the edges of her eyes. he looks back down; he’d not intended for her to see him return, not like this. not with a monster’s mien adorned and the scent of death clinging to him. his plans relied on her cooperation. and something about her tone, her terror and wrath both culminating and directed towards him -- it struck whatever lingering regrets he carried. he had to be careful, lest she finally finds the courage to leave.

  ❛ this is the only way, blake. ❜ 

HE pauses. mulling over his words -- what else was there to say? he was out of excuses. so none are offered. he walks past her, saying simply --

  ❛ i’m sorry. ❜

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  ❛ it won’t be easy. but... ❜

her eyes burned with cold determination. Despite her own personal misgivings, they had to get there -- no matter what. Atlas was quite possibly the last remaining safe haven; Beacon and Sanctum were compromised, and the academy of the north was more heavily fortified than anything else. They would be safe there. 

still, she can’t help but worry that their enemy was thinking the same -- that Salem would arrive before they did. What then? What could they do at this point to stop her? Weiss had nearly died in their last fight, and the others all took heavy damage. They had to think of a plan; they couldn’t just rush ahead without considering the options.

she looked toward her teammates, hands curling into fists. Make it out of Mistral, and get to Atlas first... that was their lofty task. She didn't know how things would play out, or if they'd succeed. But, they were together now, and they were stronger for it. This, she was certain of.

– atlas. Their next destination… was her home. It felt as though years had past since Weiss had stole out in the night, ready to put her ‘ real ’ family behind her. And now they were returning. There was a certain apprehension haunting her, an anxiety she was unable to shake. She couldn’t face her father again – not so soon. He was powerless to stop her from doing what she must, she knew this, yet… she had no explanation for the pit forming in her abdomen, just that it was there. Although it was familiar to her, she’d realized; something she had grown so accustomed to, and something of which had dissipated as she grew close to her teammates. Her real family. It returned again, as she was whisked away after the fall of Beacon, as she returned home. To Atlas.

she found herself getting lost within her thoughts more and more often, now, fading from conversations. It helped her none to be constantly hounded by Ruby and Nora’s incessant questions of the northern kingdom, though it was nice to remind herself of all the wonders it had to offer. The snow is particularly beautiful as the sun sets, she tells them, eyes focused to a distant memory. I’d always watch from my window, each night… She did always love the cold air and warm drinks, the frozen waters and ice skating, and sitting by the fireplace listening to stories of the realm – yes, it was a lovely place. But her mind flashed to other memories, ones of a broken household, of cruel words of disapproval, of a distant father and a mother who would drown herself in drinks. She shook her head. But it has its faults, too. 

the others hadn’t seemed to pick up on her apprehension, or perhaps simply just attributed it to fear of Salem and her associates. (and that isn’t to say she wasn’t afraid of them, too – their most recent altercation left her just shy of six feet under.) 

-- at least, she thought they hadn’t. 

as the sun began to rise, Weiss was quick to wake; she had to double check her bags before they left for the train. Before she could begin the task, however, a cup was held out for her, brimming with steaming coffee. She glanced up -- Blake. A smile was offered for the gesture, and the drink accepted. Thank you. She joined Weiss sitting atop her bed, holding her own morning beverage. (tea, by the smell of it.) Simple conversation lead to more pressing topics, among them being the odd behaviour she’d exhibited as of late. Specifically, that which concerned their upcoming destination. She paused --

  ❛ i’m sorry, blake. i’m simply a bit on edge. you understand, surely. ❜ 

blake was not a loud person by any means, and had a tendency to bottle things up and keep to herself. But they’d grown quite close over the course of their time together, and the both of them had become able to rely on one another. Thus it shouldn’t come as a surprise when she expressed concern for the heiress. They were friends, after all. And yet, her next words stole away what composure she had. I know you’re trying to tell me something, I just don’t know what. She bit her lip.  

  ❛ that’s... absurd. why would i... that is... er... ❜ 

she let out a sigh. If anyone could understand how she felt... 

 ❛ nothing gets past you, hm? very well. yes... i’ve been feeling... well, anxious, i suppose. i don’t know if i’m ready to go back home. i didn’t leave on the best of terms. ❜

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it seemed her warnings fell upon deaf kitty ears. Their weekly movie nights were often populated by Weiss’s favourite period pieces or the occasional action thriller at Ruby’s recommendation. However, as the scarier season approached, the time for the horror genre came with it, and it appeared all the films lined up for the next month fell into that category. It wasn’t as though she disliked frightening things, it was simply… they already fought giant monsters. They had no need to see them terrifying others on television. Yet, she also did not want to make such a big deal out of a simple film (or let on that she was nervous) – thus, she nods.

  ❛ i suppose… if you’re certain about this… i’ll watch it with you. – but! i am still of the opinion that horror movies are immature and unrealistic. ❜

she had the sinking suspicion that the night would end with her unable to catch a wink of sleep, though she also had to prove she wasn’t a scaredy-cat, so to speak. And it was more than likely she’d fail in this endeavour as well, as her past experiences with these sorts of things always lead to shouts of fright, and hiding beneath a tower of blankets. With a sigh, she reached for the remote, her index finger hovering above the play button.