12-10-2015, 02:52 PM
The faunus’ blush didn’t get any better with Yang’s teasing, as her visage flushed scarlet red over it. ”It was the only thing I could think of, that only you would know of..” the girl muttered, still embarrassed over the situation. The remark about the fudge obviously wasn’t true, but it was still a teasing notion. Then came the hug. Much like a bear, the yellow haired girl embraced Blake, as the feline pressed into the hug herself, content with their situation.. ”When I disappeared..I saw this white..being. All I could think of, was if that being had taken Ruby and Weiss as well, and if it had left you behind alone, so I wished with all I could, that you wouldn’t be left alone. That would be wrong.” she simply whispered. She herself didn’t want to end up in a universe without her partner, and she didn’t want her partner to be left alone. “[b]So either my wish got granted, or you got brought here for some other reason.. Either way, I am glad.” the girl finished, remaining in the embrace, until Yang finally spoke up once more.
The dark haired girl simply nodded in response, receiving the answer to her question. It seemed like Yang had met this being as well, just like her. And then came all the comments and questions that Yang blew towards her. In silence, the faunus pondered, not contributing anything at the current moment, as Yang sought out her pockets, only to realize she didn’t really have any pockets, or anything in them. Until finally, the dark haired girl spoke up. “Omnilium. With it, anything that we desire can be ours. But how…” the girl returned into her thoughts, more speaking to herself than anything. After a few minutes, the girl spoke out again. “Perhaps by summoning what we desire. Concentrating upon it, imagining everything possible about it. It’s a thing often in stories. We should try that..” Blake explained shortly, before she closed her eyes. She herself desired her weapon back, Gambol Shroud, with all of its intricacies as well as the special functions. Everything about it was important to her, even if it also carried her past with her. But that only added to the importance of it to her.
The girl had sat there for perhaps fifteen minutes, going through every detail about her precious armament, all of it’s forms, capabilities, dust, everything she could think of. With a clattering sound, Blake opened her eyes, seeing the weapon in front of her on the ground. Taking the weapon by its hilt, Blake unsheathed her sword and swung it around a few times, as she gave a few similar strikes with the sheath, before testing them in a combination style, that she had grown oh so used to utilizing. Seemed that the weapon felt exactly the same as it had before. Setting the sheath into her back, the girl reached for the slide of the pistol, pulling it back and releasing it, as the blade collapsed and slid back, folding into a sickle-like weapon. Firing the weapon once, Blake nodded approvingly. It seemed that part was in order as well.
Moments later, she simply threw the weapon upwards, a black ribbon connecting to it, as she quickly yanked her arm, tightening it, and starting to spin it around herself in arcs, keeping it close enough to herself to keep Yang out of harm’s way as she was testing her weapon.
Finally, she simply swung it to the top of the cafe’s wall, causing the weapon to fire once to drive the blade into the wall. Moments later, she jumped into the air, swinging into the wall before she agilely climbed the wall up, all the way onto the roof, sitting down as she transformed her weapon back, sheathing it. Seemed everything was in order, so far.
The dark haired girl simply nodded in response, receiving the answer to her question. It seemed like Yang had met this being as well, just like her. And then came all the comments and questions that Yang blew towards her. In silence, the faunus pondered, not contributing anything at the current moment, as Yang sought out her pockets, only to realize she didn’t really have any pockets, or anything in them. Until finally, the dark haired girl spoke up. “Omnilium. With it, anything that we desire can be ours. But how…” the girl returned into her thoughts, more speaking to herself than anything. After a few minutes, the girl spoke out again. “Perhaps by summoning what we desire. Concentrating upon it, imagining everything possible about it. It’s a thing often in stories. We should try that..” Blake explained shortly, before she closed her eyes. She herself desired her weapon back, Gambol Shroud, with all of its intricacies as well as the special functions. Everything about it was important to her, even if it also carried her past with her. But that only added to the importance of it to her.
The girl had sat there for perhaps fifteen minutes, going through every detail about her precious armament, all of it’s forms, capabilities, dust, everything she could think of. With a clattering sound, Blake opened her eyes, seeing the weapon in front of her on the ground. Taking the weapon by its hilt, Blake unsheathed her sword and swung it around a few times, as she gave a few similar strikes with the sheath, before testing them in a combination style, that she had grown oh so used to utilizing. Seemed that the weapon felt exactly the same as it had before. Setting the sheath into her back, the girl reached for the slide of the pistol, pulling it back and releasing it, as the blade collapsed and slid back, folding into a sickle-like weapon. Firing the weapon once, Blake nodded approvingly. It seemed that part was in order as well.
Moments later, she simply threw the weapon upwards, a black ribbon connecting to it, as she quickly yanked her arm, tightening it, and starting to spin it around herself in arcs, keeping it close enough to herself to keep Yang out of harm’s way as she was testing her weapon.
Finally, she simply swung it to the top of the cafe’s wall, causing the weapon to fire once to drive the blade into the wall. Moments later, she jumped into the air, swinging into the wall before she agilely climbed the wall up, all the way onto the roof, sitting down as she transformed her weapon back, sheathing it. Seemed everything was in order, so far.
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