12-11-2015, 03:31 PM
Whilst Yang returned into her summoning duties, Blake continued her conquest of the so called Dataverse. It seemed to contain all kinds of different forums, websites, even bounties of people.. Blake took mental notes of her findings, just in case she would have to explain to Yang, or the others how the world worked. At the same time, she noticed people hosting even such things as blogs.. For a while, the girl browsed around with her Scroll, her ears twitching every now and then, hidden within the velvet black bow she wore on her head. Seemingly, Yang was still busy with her summoning duties, as Blake stood up. There hadn’t even been a response to Yang’s message. Then again, the girl hadn’t expected there to be, but still. Quietly, she walked towards the cafe, unsheathing her weapon as she did so, pulling back the slide of the gun as the armament transformed into its more compact, and sickle like form, that Blake then threw upwards, into the edge of the roof once more. Jumping, she climbed up on the roof once more, before dislodging the weapon, transforming it back and returning it into its sheath.
Sitting down, the girl looked up into the sky. If it could even be called a sky, that was. There was nothing but white around them. White, like Weiss. Much like snow. Would there be a crimson red world, much like Ruby? A world with an astonishing red fall season, with so many intricacies in the leaves, that lesser minds wouldn’t be capable of comprehending it. A bright sunny world, like Yang? Warm, energetic. ….Reckless. That was when her chain of thoughts reached herself. A world of darkness. Pitch black beast and horrors?. Hopelessness fed by regret, betrayal and death? Violence fueled by hatred? What did the people do in such a world..? Really, what could they do? How would one be able to undo so many years of hatred and fear?
How would she be able to convince those, whom had fallen into such a world, to lay down their arms? To return to their old and peaceful ways? To realize, that violence and the means they were using, were not achieving them their position through respect. No, it was something achieved by fear. And a relationship built upon fear, wouldn’t last. Eventually, those afraid would retaliate, and the backlash would only create more conflict.
How would she be able to convince someone like him to lay down his arms.. To just..believe. It surprised her, that she herself could believe into the dream that she held within her mind. That she could still carry the torch of hope in the engulfing darkness of hatred. Without allowing the flame to flicker out and die, without falling herself. If she herself fell, how could she help others after all?
But the end all be all was, that she didn’t have the luxury of falling into the darkness. She would find a way to raise her brethren back into the light, even if it now seemed like a distant goal. After all, she was likely the only one of her kind here, in this new world. But discrimination was hardly something tied to place or time. It was always there. She was certain it lived here as well, in one form or another.
The girl didn’t keep track of time, and before she even realized, she could hear Yan calling her from the ground level. Snapping out of her thoughts, the faunus stood up, jumping down from the roof, as she caught the helm whilst she herself was still in midair. It was a black helmet with a purple gradient, with small ear shaped bumps rising from the helm, which were obviously meant to accommodate for the dark furred feline ears perched upon her head. Calmly, she raised the helm above her head, before putting it on, leaving the bow under there, as she pulled down the strap, and fastened it. Wiggling her ears a little within the helm, the girl quickly figured that indeed the helm fit her head, rather nicely too. As she walked towards the bike. She calmly took the helm off of her head, and set it down on the back of the seat. ”Thank you.” she simply said, before she made her way inside of the cafe. Whilst she was there, she sought out if there was something, anything of use really. But sadly, to her dismay, there seemed to be nothing there, like it was just a coulisse for them to arrive into.
Eventually, Blake sat down into one of the tables, placing her hand upon her chest, closing her eyes, as she pulled a small mass of Omnilium from herself, starting to toy with it for the sake of her own curiousity. Calmly, she shaped it with her nimble fingers into different shapes, from a star, into something silly, and finally, into a rose. Until she finally thought of something that she could create. And this time, without thinking it into reality. Simply by shaping it into reality herself. For a while, she poked around it, applying pressure into different areas, slowly shaping it towards a more rectangular shape from the spherical shape that it originally was. As she did so, she imagined the contents of the book someone had bought her a long time ago. The Ninjas of Love. Something she had read oh so many times before, but that still held an important place within the girl’s heart as a memento given to her by someone, whom she had known for a long time. And it was also that man, that had caused her so much grief and sorrow. How could she save someone like him?
Eventually, the book lay there on the table, motionless before her. Curiously, she tested the object to try and have it disappear from her hand, and with a small flash of rainbow light, it did. Now it was simply a question of how she would get it back? However, the faunus girl quickly discovered, that by trying to re-summon it, the book simply appeared again. And that’s when she heard the oh so familiar shotgun fire from the outside. For a split second, she was worried as she made the book disappear, and dashed outside. ”Yang?” she called, only to notice that the other was simply testing her weapons, dashing across the space around them. For a few moments, Blake watched as the other tested her weapons, before she returned to Blake, explaining about her feelings.
The silent girl flashed a slight smile as she responded. ”Mhm, I hope so. What shall we do? There seems to be somekind of dots at regular intervals in the distance. Eight of them.” was the question and notification in the air though. Where would they go? And what would they do, once they got there, other than look for their team?
Sitting down, the girl looked up into the sky. If it could even be called a sky, that was. There was nothing but white around them. White, like Weiss. Much like snow. Would there be a crimson red world, much like Ruby? A world with an astonishing red fall season, with so many intricacies in the leaves, that lesser minds wouldn’t be capable of comprehending it. A bright sunny world, like Yang? Warm, energetic. ….Reckless. That was when her chain of thoughts reached herself. A world of darkness. Pitch black beast and horrors?. Hopelessness fed by regret, betrayal and death? Violence fueled by hatred? What did the people do in such a world..? Really, what could they do? How would one be able to undo so many years of hatred and fear?
How would she be able to convince those, whom had fallen into such a world, to lay down their arms? To return to their old and peaceful ways? To realize, that violence and the means they were using, were not achieving them their position through respect. No, it was something achieved by fear. And a relationship built upon fear, wouldn’t last. Eventually, those afraid would retaliate, and the backlash would only create more conflict.
How would she be able to convince someone like him to lay down his arms.. To just..believe. It surprised her, that she herself could believe into the dream that she held within her mind. That she could still carry the torch of hope in the engulfing darkness of hatred. Without allowing the flame to flicker out and die, without falling herself. If she herself fell, how could she help others after all?
But the end all be all was, that she didn’t have the luxury of falling into the darkness. She would find a way to raise her brethren back into the light, even if it now seemed like a distant goal. After all, she was likely the only one of her kind here, in this new world. But discrimination was hardly something tied to place or time. It was always there. She was certain it lived here as well, in one form or another.
The girl didn’t keep track of time, and before she even realized, she could hear Yan calling her from the ground level. Snapping out of her thoughts, the faunus stood up, jumping down from the roof, as she caught the helm whilst she herself was still in midair. It was a black helmet with a purple gradient, with small ear shaped bumps rising from the helm, which were obviously meant to accommodate for the dark furred feline ears perched upon her head. Calmly, she raised the helm above her head, before putting it on, leaving the bow under there, as she pulled down the strap, and fastened it. Wiggling her ears a little within the helm, the girl quickly figured that indeed the helm fit her head, rather nicely too. As she walked towards the bike. She calmly took the helm off of her head, and set it down on the back of the seat. ”Thank you.” she simply said, before she made her way inside of the cafe. Whilst she was there, she sought out if there was something, anything of use really. But sadly, to her dismay, there seemed to be nothing there, like it was just a coulisse for them to arrive into.
Eventually, Blake sat down into one of the tables, placing her hand upon her chest, closing her eyes, as she pulled a small mass of Omnilium from herself, starting to toy with it for the sake of her own curiousity. Calmly, she shaped it with her nimble fingers into different shapes, from a star, into something silly, and finally, into a rose. Until she finally thought of something that she could create. And this time, without thinking it into reality. Simply by shaping it into reality herself. For a while, she poked around it, applying pressure into different areas, slowly shaping it towards a more rectangular shape from the spherical shape that it originally was. As she did so, she imagined the contents of the book someone had bought her a long time ago. The Ninjas of Love. Something she had read oh so many times before, but that still held an important place within the girl’s heart as a memento given to her by someone, whom she had known for a long time. And it was also that man, that had caused her so much grief and sorrow. How could she save someone like him?
Eventually, the book lay there on the table, motionless before her. Curiously, she tested the object to try and have it disappear from her hand, and with a small flash of rainbow light, it did. Now it was simply a question of how she would get it back? However, the faunus girl quickly discovered, that by trying to re-summon it, the book simply appeared again. And that’s when she heard the oh so familiar shotgun fire from the outside. For a split second, she was worried as she made the book disappear, and dashed outside. ”Yang?” she called, only to notice that the other was simply testing her weapons, dashing across the space around them. For a few moments, Blake watched as the other tested her weapons, before she returned to Blake, explaining about her feelings.
The silent girl flashed a slight smile as she responded. ”Mhm, I hope so. What shall we do? There seems to be somekind of dots at regular intervals in the distance. Eight of them.” was the question and notification in the air though. Where would they go? And what would they do, once they got there, other than look for their team?
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