[Truthfully, there'd been no way in the world of knowing what kind of place Blake was going to walk into when she'd agreed to embark on this rescue mission... and truthfully it hadn't mattered at the time. With Yang missing things back home had been a shambles. Ruby was distraught and even Weiss, in her own way, had been just as worried. And Blake... well, after days of searching for any answers to her disappearance had turned into weeks even she'd found herself despairing. After all, she was no stranger to people simply going out one day and never coming back. Remnant had no mercy... not even for the strong.
And then, hope had appeared in the form of somebody claiming to know where Yang had been spirited off to and knowing a way to bring her back home. With only one person able to to there'd been plenty of discussion, more than a little arguing, but in the end it had been decided that Blake's particular skillset made her the right choice for the job. With that, she'd stepped out into the unknown not knowing what she'd find.
... So finding her partner's image plastered across billboards had definitely been a surprise.
Finding Yang's location had been rather easy, after being given the details of the nature of her captivity and infiltrating the club had just taken a quick change into the right set of clothes. Before long, she'd had Yang in her sights and aimed the device she'd been given to undo the brainwashing, pressed the trigger for just a moment... when her arm had suddenly been seized by the club's security and the device lost and smashed under a heavy foot. Fantastic, they'd been tipped off.
A split-second decision, then. Either abort the attempt and hope for another shot, or... well, after this she'd never get another attempt, would she? A twist of her arm and a shift of her weight and the guard ended up on a one-way trip through a glass table. In a flash, she reached back to where she carried her weapon and fired upward, the gunshots resounding over even the pounding music and knocking out a few of those lights.
Immediately, the club erupted into panicked screaming and confusion. Somebody was shooting! Immediately people started to jam for the exits... all except for one, that is. The lone, raven-haired girl making a beeline toward the blonde superstar and calling over the chaotic racket.]
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And then, hope had appeared in the form of somebody claiming to know where Yang had been spirited off to and knowing a way to bring her back home. With only one person able to to there'd been plenty of discussion, more than a little arguing, but in the end it had been decided that Blake's particular skillset made her the right choice for the job. With that, she'd stepped out into the unknown not knowing what she'd find.
... So finding her partner's image plastered across billboards had definitely been a surprise.
Finding Yang's location had been rather easy, after being given the details of the nature of her captivity and infiltrating the club had just taken a quick change into the right set of clothes. Before long, she'd had Yang in her sights and aimed the device she'd been given to undo the brainwashing, pressed the trigger for just a moment... when her arm had suddenly been seized by the club's security and the device lost and smashed under a heavy foot. Fantastic, they'd been tipped off.
A split-second decision, then. Either abort the attempt and hope for another shot, or... well, after this she'd never get another attempt, would she? A twist of her arm and a shift of her weight and the guard ended up on a one-way trip through a glass table. In a flash, she reached back to where she carried her weapon and fired upward, the gunshots resounding over even the pounding music and knocking out a few of those lights.
Immediately, the club erupted into panicked screaming and confusion. Somebody was shooting! Immediately people started to jam for the exits... all except for one, that is. The lone, raven-haired girl making a beeline toward the blonde superstar and calling over the chaotic racket.]
YANG!