violinist • insomniac • paper aeroplane • dandelion seed • feather • she sings • a stolen ring • fairytale gone wrong • cliche • ribbon • cadence • 3:28am • icarus • hallucination • letters to the moon • silhouette • breathless • start running • astronomer • comet in a bottle • reincarnation • mirage • filigree • everyone was dancing but me • nameless • exhale • fortuna major • vices and virtues • gunpowder and gunshots • china teacups • pinkie promises • chrysalis • piercing • north star • kerosene • dark horse • vanilla • the cat meowed • blink • text message • smirking • firefly • daisy chain • doe eyes • "where are you?" • typo • no shoes in the rain • heterochromia • swallowing silver spoons • a spoonful of sugar • mistaken identity • twisted ankle • touching the clouds • i told you so • lump in the throat • shoulders • sunburn • ambulance • talking nonsense • perfect • bare branches • pale • everyone found out • not enough • i owe you • she won't say it • russian roulette • dried flowers • actress • tattered notebook • smell the roses • justice • all that glitters • the cat and the king • grudge • apathy • all dolled up • decadence • blush • too easy • healing • then, i changed • write to me • caffeine • rumpled sheets • close your eyes • message in a bottle • morphine • fahrenheit • fighter • i lit a candle for you • after all this time • newspaper • pendulum • soundproof • skeletons in the closet • nightingale • arms crossed • prologue • epilogue • bully • i dare you • arms outstretched • woken up early • we're all made of stardust • dancers • hero • blurry • aftermath • even you • whatever you want to believe • a dance with the devil • roses are red violets are blue • lantern • they kept their promises • live fast and die young • interlaced fingers • i wish i tried harder • don't blink • envelope • congratulations • just look down • wayward • when you say nothing • as you wish • runs in the family • fight like a girl • the bright side • skyscraper • sunshine • bye, beautiful • don't mess with me • fire at will • fire and water • peek-a-boo • don't die before i do • wanderlust
pick a character + prompt (or tell me what you want &or bring your own) and get words.
[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.]
[ Yang is pretty sure she should be booking it for cover by the time the volley of gunfire goes off overhead, taking out several lights. There's panic and the following uproar of people screaming and running, like a giant surge of energy. Or maybe that's the adrenaline of actually being shot with whatever weird contraption the weirder girl had pointed at her, that she hadn't been able to dodge. Something hit her. For a moment, she's stumbled back as the lights flicker and spark, still in the mad rush for the exits. Her breath catches and forces itself out, hot in the back of her throat.
Nothing hurts. She doesn't think she's bleeding. But something familiar streaks through her veins, fast and sure and brilliant. All the chaos, the mystery. Yang pulls herself together from the initial shock, moving forward to the edge of the lounge balcony once more. She reaches up to grip the railing tight, heart racing. A grin spills onto her face at the image of the girl racing towards her. ]
That's my name, don't wear it out!
[ And just like that, she boosts herself over the rail, swinging both legs around to give herself the momentum to make the leap. It's a good twenty foot drop to the ground, and she lands heavily, but on her feet. Her expression grows more daring as she shoves her hands on her hips.
Her manager would probably have words with her after this, but that was small change. This is apparently her problem now, and she's never backed down before.
Bloody noses and fists and explosive headlines and all. ]
You know, if you wanted an autograph, there are way easier ways than this. I gotta give you points for creativity though.
[Blake ducks around and through the crowd easily enough, evading panicked, rushing people on her own run toward her partner. She'd managed to get her with the beam from that device, she knows she did, now she just has to reach her.
She stops below the balcony when Yang turns to face her and for a second, there's hope. That cocky swagger, that bright, energetic grin. Then there's the leap, far more than any of these relatively fragile humans could have done. For a second there's hope, and relief. Now all they have to do is get away, an easy enough task for the two of them to manage.
But then... no. No, something's not right. She sees it an instant before Yang actually speaks. For all she can see of her friend, there's something else that just... isn't her. Relief is swallowed by disappointment but she banishes it just as fast. No time for that, focus on the task at hand.]
Yang, I know that you probably can't recognize me, but you have to listen. [She casts a glance over her shoulder. The chaos in the club is beginning to die down as people flee... and more security is on the way. Frowning, she turns back to Yang.] There's no time to explain here, but you need to come with me right now. ... And you're going to, one way or another.
[As much as it pains her to have to square off against her... she knows Yang well enough to know that talk might not be enough normally. Nevermind with brainwashing involved.]
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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!
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Nothing hurts. She doesn't think she's bleeding. But something familiar streaks through her veins, fast and sure and brilliant. All the chaos, the mystery. Yang pulls herself together from the initial shock, moving forward to the edge of the lounge balcony once more. She reaches up to grip the railing tight, heart racing. A grin spills onto her face at the image of the girl racing towards her. ]
That's my name, don't wear it out!
[ And just like that, she boosts herself over the rail, swinging both legs around to give herself the momentum to make the leap. It's a good twenty foot drop to the ground, and she lands heavily, but on her feet. Her expression grows more daring as she shoves her hands on her hips.
Her manager would probably have words with her after this, but that was small change. This is apparently her problem now, and she's never backed down before.
Bloody noses and fists and explosive headlines and all. ]
You know, if you wanted an autograph, there are way easier ways than this. I gotta give you points for creativity though.
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She stops below the balcony when Yang turns to face her and for a second, there's hope. That cocky swagger, that bright, energetic grin. Then there's the leap, far more than any of these relatively fragile humans could have done. For a second there's hope, and relief. Now all they have to do is get away, an easy enough task for the two of them to manage.
But then... no. No, something's not right. She sees it an instant before Yang actually speaks. For all she can see of her friend, there's something else that just... isn't her. Relief is swallowed by disappointment but she banishes it just as fast. No time for that, focus on the task at hand.]
Yang, I know that you probably can't recognize me, but you have to listen. [She casts a glance over her shoulder. The chaos in the club is beginning to die down as people flee... and more security is on the way. Frowning, she turns back to Yang.] There's no time to explain here, but you need to come with me right now. ... And you're going to, one way or another.
[As much as it pains her to have to square off against her... she knows Yang well enough to know that talk might not be enough normally. Nevermind with brainwashing involved.]