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[fists_of_funny]

WHO: Yang, and anyone else.
WHAT: Yang wakes up from a quick nap and finds she's missed an entire month.
WHEN: August 1st, morning of, and after.
WHERE: Around the Convoy
WARNINGS: TBD



Yang had started feeling groggy suddenly in the middle of the day. Well, no worries there. Things were quiet around the Convoy, what harm would a quick nap do? Twenty minutes to recharge and she'll be up and





When Yang wakes up, she immediately feels groggy. Like her head is stuffed with cotton. Ah crap, did I oversleep? She sits up, her eyes bleary and looks around. Blake's...van? Did she fall asleep here? What was she doing before...

Crap, she's hungry. Better find some grub. She stumbles her way out of the back of the van, and fails to notice the bits of metal flaking off her, creating a trail as she does so, to find something to snack on, at least until dinner.

But the sunlight that hits her eyes as she comes out of the van isn't the mid-afternoon. Oh...is it morning? Damn, no wonder she's hungry. Must have been more tired than she thought, she must have been conked out for over twelve hours.

Scratching behind her ear (trailing more flakes behind her), she goes to find someone nearby she knows. "Hey, we got any breakfast?" She stifles a yawn. So much for a recharge. "I'm starvin'."

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[andnevermore]

Blake has been sleeping during the day, curled up next to Yang's Huskified body in the back of her van. It's morbid, maybe. Maybe she should be sleeping in the convoy bunks, get a break from trying to keep her eyes on Yang 24/7. But she'd promised that wouldn't leave, and she's sticking to it, even if it means jerking awake in a panic every twenty minutes to check on Yang's status.

For a month, that status hasn't changed. Yang's face has been serene and unmoving, its metallic reflection the only thing that changes about her. And the next time she wakes-- Yang is gone.

Her first wild thought is that Yang has hatched like those other Husks. Metal shells turned into fully-fledged monsters; monsters she killed without a second thought in the early months here. She's absolutely certain that when she opens those van doors, she's going to find a rabid werewolf where Yang used to be, and the thought breaks her heart even as she immediately worries for potential bystanders and their safety. It's the work of a moment to tug on the hooded black cloak she found in the city -- her way of staying out of direct sunlight when she has to go out during the day -- and she's out of the van, tension high, Gambol unsheathed.

But at the end of the trail of metal flakes isn't a monster. It's just Yang.

The relief that sings through her veins is the purest emotion Blake has felt in some time. Relief, joy, and love. Gods, in that very moment, she can't deny it to herself anymore. She can't hide it from Yang anymore, either, because while the first thing she does is call out Yang's name, the second thing she does is grab Yang's hand, her chill fingers curling around yellow metal, and use her grip to tug Yang in for a desperately relieved kiss, uncaring about the consequences.

[fists_of_funny]

Yang's head is finally starting to clear, the last cobwebs falling away, and, uh...things aren't adding up. This doesn't look like where the Convoy parked last night. She's scratching her head in confusion, when she hears a familiar voice call her name. Yang turns around, and there's Blake, and she grins.

"Oh, hey Blake. Man, I am having a weird morning." She's hoping Blake can clear things up (did they move overnight? Why did no one wake her up?) a little.

What she's not expecting is for Blake to take her hand, and tug her forward into a passionate kiss.

...

Oh holy crap, Blake is kissing her.

It takes a second for Yang to adjust, but she is quick to shake it off, wrapping her arms around Blake to pull her closer, and returns the kiss, deepening it with her own firey intensity.

Ah, no wonder she felt so out of sorts and the camp is different; Yang's had this dream before. Of kissing Blake Belladonna, taking the Faunus in her arms and showing her just how much she's come to mean to Yang. Expressing her feelings without words needed, that no matter what happens with Atlas, Ironwood, Salem, Adam or anyone or anything else, there is no version of Yang's life that doesn't include Blake in it. That she wants to spend it by her side. The way the Soldier and his Faunus Princess never got the chance to.

Because that's what they do, isn't it? They find each other and fall in love. Over, and over again.

All in all, it's a pretty good destiny, Yang thinks. To love someone so strongly it transcends lives and time.

She still hasn't figured out how to approach this, how to tell Blake what she's realized without sounding completely mental. So while the dream lasts (it's certainly more intense this time, holy crap), Yang kisses back, with everything she's got.

When their lips finally pull apart, Yang gazes into those yellow eyes she's come to adore so much, and plants her metal hand on Blake's cheek.

"I love you, Blake Belladonna."

The dream rarely lasts long enough for her to get to say that part, but in many ways, it's the best part.

[andnevermore]

The laugh that Blake gives is watery, riding the high of sheer relief as she presses her cheek into Yang's palm.

"I love you too."

It feels so right, so natural to say, even if it's not a feeling that Blake has allowed herself to examine much. At first, she had just felt platonically for Yang, a careful trust extended as they had started to work together as team partners. Oh, she'd always been very aware that Yang was gorgeous, but back then, back in their very early days at Beacon, Blake had been too mired in her feelings about Adam to think much about anybody else.

But then their team had started coming together. Weiss had softened, Ruby had started growing into her role as leader, and Yang had proved herself to be exactly the kind of friend that Blake needed. Blake had started coming out of her shell a little, daring to make jokes, daring to rely on her friends. Eventually, she'd opened up to them a little. She'd started feeling... a little something more for Yang.

And then Adam had come and ruined everything. And Blake had shoved her burgeoning crush for Yang back down into the darkness, convinced she didn't deserve to feel that way. Waking up in that garage back at the start of the road here, finding Yang, those feelings had started resurfacing again, growing and evolving, until all she feel when she looks at Yang now is love, and relief, and such affection that it nearly overwhelms her.

Blake can't help herself: she swoops in for another kiss, one hand coming up to bury her fingers in sunshine gold curls.

"I can't believe you're awake," Blake says, voice cracking. "I'd thought-- I was so sure you were going to turn into a monster." Everybody around her had been positive, but Blake hadn't quite gotten there. (She had, in the end, participated in the Grand Tour Of Carting Yang's Metal Body Around To Visit Touristy Places In The City, though. She has photos on her scroll.) "Gods, I'm so happy you're awake."

[fists_of_funny]

Yang laughs as Blake darts in for another kiss, cut off as their lips meet again. Oh wow, it's a lot more intense than usual, but Yang's had this dream too many times, especially in the last month. She should just get over it and ask Blake to go for a drive, explain everything somewhere quiet out there, maybe under the stars. The dream, the story, the ring, the bottle cap, and how Yang already fell in love with her before she knew what any of it meant.

A lost cause, indeed.

"Well, give it a second." Yang replies after they break away again. "Faith's going to ride by in a clown costume riding a unicycle and that's usually when the dream ends." Ah, yeah, the camp doesn't even look right either. Everything's changed around and different.

"But I am going to tell you when I wake up, though. For real. I promise you that."

Any second now will be the telltale honk-honk as Clown Faith makes her appearance.

[solitarysoul]

"The dining car probably still has..." Levi starts to reply before turning towards Yang and when he does he kind of trails off awkwardly for a moment before smiling. "You're awake. Welcome back."

[fists_of_funny]

"Oh, thanks." Yang replies. "It's...Levi, right?" They've never spoken at length, but Yang's seen him around. "Must have been tireder than I thought, I lay down for twenty minutes and slept all day. Still feeling pretty groggy."

The last of the metal flakes off her, forming a small pile at Yang's feet.

[solitarysoul]

"Um." He eyes the metal flakes...did she not know? He guesses that makes sense, SecUnit might have known or it might have just been pretending to not show weakness. "I-its been a bit longer than that."

[fists_of_funny]

Now that the fog is finally starting to clear away, Yang is noticing a little more...like how camp doesn't look at all like how it did before she fell asleep. Then Levi says it's been longer than just a day.

"Yeah, uh...I think you might be right about that." She admits, finally taking in their different surroundings. "...How long was I out for?"

[phantomshow]

Whenever Yang does make it to the kitchen, she’ll find Ren puttering around, tending to a couple of pots on the stove. He and others have stocked the kitchen up with supplies scavenged from grocery stores in the last city, so there are a few more options than before Yang’s big nap.

He greets her with a nod and a friendly smile, though she may not recognize him. “You’re awake,” he notes, stating the obvious, then adds: “Your friend was worried about you.”

[fists_of_funny]

By the time she gets to the kitchen, Yang is already up to speed on what her "quick, twenty minute recharge" turned out to actually be. She rubs the back of her head ruefully. "Yeah, sounds like I really had her worried." She says. Quite a bit, actually, given how...relieved Blake had been to see her.

"Still trying to wrap my head being asleep for that long." She carries on, as she putters around in the kitchen alongside Ren, putting her own meal together. "Anyway, think you've got me at a disadvantage." He seems pretty up to date on Yang, but she doesn't think she knows this guy. "Friend of Blake's?"

[phantomshow]

“It happens, sometimes.” He shrugs affably, moving to the side of the kitchen so he’s not in her way. “My sister falls asleep like that when she really wears herself out and needs to recharge her batteries. Maybe you did too.”

Well, Futaba never started growing a shell of metal when she passed out, so it’s not an exact comparison. But he’s doing his best to be reassuring. As for the question about Blake, Ren doesn’t know her well enough to consider himself a friend, so he shrugs again.

“We only just met when she asked for help with your condition.” He smiles apologetically. “I’m afraid I wasn’t able to do much. You seem OK now though?”

Right, introductions. “I’m Ren Amamiya. It’s nice to meet you,” he says, with a slight bow of his head. “I can make you something to eat, if you’d like?”

She may’ve already started assembling her own meal, but Ren imagines it might be a bit disorienting still for her to be awake after spending so much time unconscious. No harm in offering to do something nice for a fellow Drifter.

[fists_of_funny]

"Oh! Right, okay." Yang snaps her finger with a metallic *clink*. "Ren, right? Blake mentioned you." Don't mind the way Yang's cheeks seem to flush when the Faunus' name comes up. "She said you tried to heal me out of it." And knocked himself unconscious for his troubles. "Thanks, for trying to help."

She looks down at her own plate, full, but unorganized, just of whatever she could find and grabbed that looked good. She pushes her plate towards him. "Won't say no to a home-cooked meal. Go nuts." She steps away from the kitchen to let him work, but finds a spot to sit down nearby so they can keep talking.

"So, older or younger?" She asks. "Your sister, I mean." Yang loves sibling talk; she could talk about Ruby and how awesome she is all day if you let her.

Does Ruby know she's awake yet? Do Qrow or Pyrrha? Maybe Blake went to find them. Yang should go out and look as soon as she's eaten, they're overdue for a reunion.

[faceguy]

Leo hasn't really been feeling himself lately, so in a way, it's good to distract himself with other people, especially as the convoy gears up to move away from the city and into the... are those mountains on the horizon? Huh.

Anyway, it's to this end that he comes into the dining hall, especially during the day when the sun drains his energy, and just hangs out, looking for others to talk to or chat with or just watch, so he doesn't feel lonely. And that's when he notices a familiar face he hasn't seen in awhile.

"Yang? Hey!"

He waves one pale hand to flag her down, smiling.

"You're awake!"

[fists_of_funny]

Yang is currently in the middle of absolutely devouring a plate of leftovers. She's been asleep for a month and woke up with an appetite to match. When Leo calls out to her, she grins and waves.

"Hey Leo! Yeah, finally right?" She jokes. Honestly, being asleep for an entire month is...still something she's trying to wrestle with, but seeing a friend is helping her from dwelling too much on it.

"Come on and join me, I got some extras if you're feelin' hungry."

[faceguy]

"Yeah, you were really sawing logs. Now we have firewood for winter."

He grins as he pulls out a chair. He eyes the leftovers, but quickly gives a shake of his head.

"Ah, no, I'm good; I just ate."

Not actually true, but he doesn't like talking about how he can't eat food anymore. It just sits in his stomach and makes him sick.

"Besides, it seems like you need the breakfast." He twists the chair around and sits backwards on it, folding his arms across the back. "I'm guessing Blake already knows you're awake."

[fists_of_funny]

With how pale Leo is looking, Yang's not sure she buys that he's just not hungry, but...well, none of them can really control what this place does to them, so she just nods.

"You got that right. I woke up with a head full of cottonballs and a really empty stomach." She resumes attacking the plate of food in front of her. But she pauses when Blake's name comes up, and...blushes.

"Yeah, uh...she was glad to see me awake." Yang admits, picking her words with care. "Anyway, I hear I missed some excitement. Big city, bleeding walls, fill me in already, huh?" She playfully nudges Leo's arm as she turns the subject away from Blake's reaction to Yang waking up.

[thegoodslayer]

Faith has stopped in to check on Blake and Yang pretty regularly since Yang went husk; she'd stop in the evenings when she could, but she swung by almost every morning.

For the last few weeks, she hasn't really been good at mornings, feeling increasingly lethargic during the day, but she's still been doing her best to make the schedule work. As such, she's got the heel of a palm buried in her eye to rub sleep away and she's only half-cognizant of what's going on when Yang stumbles out of the van, spots her, and asks about food.

"Not surprised, you kinda-"

Wait. The hand is removed from her eye, and she blinks.

"Son of a..."

Yeah, Yang, you're getting hugged now. Rather aggressively. By Faith. Revel in that unique experience.

[fists_of_funny]

Oh, that sounds like Faith. Good, lead her to some grub, please. Yang feels like she hasn't eaten in a mo—

"Whoa!" Being grabbed in a bearhug does wonders to wake Yang up; it's not that she objects, she loves bearhugs, it's just normally she's the one giving them. And for Faith of all people to be giving one...

"Yeah, hey, good to see you too." Yang returns the hug with a somewhat surprised laugh, patting Faith on the back. "Uh, not that I'm complaining but this is new. Never took you for much of a hugger. What's goin' on Faith?"

[thegoodslayer]

Oh. Oh, whoops.

Uh.

She shrinks back a little awkwardly, giving Yang an awkward clap on the upper arm.

"Sorry, it's- you've been, uh-"

She cocks her head to one side. Okay. No, hold on, she's been here before, but from the other side.

"...It's been a month, Yang."

[undyingcrow]

"Yang-san." Akechi's ears perk up, eyes wider than usual. She's awake. This is good, obviously. It wasn't as though he expected otherwise, but... "There should be ample supplies in the kitchen, thanks to our recent trip through the city."

He's no cook, so he can't offer to prepare anything, but it is worth noting. She missed quite a bit.

[fists_of_funny]

"Hey, Akechi." Yang raises her arm in hello and gives him a lopsided grin. By the point she makes it to the kitchen, enough people have bumped into her to get Yang filled in on the basics. "Yeah, been hearing about that. Sorry I wasn't around to help."

And just for a moment, a feeling of regret pulses through Akechi's mind, tinged with frustration; it pulses in his mind for a moment, and then fades away, a feeling clearly not his own.

"I'd kill a Goliath for some pancakes, if you're offering." She carries on as the foreign emotion fades away. "Wouldn't mind hearing you take on everything I missed in that big city too, if you're inclined to share."

[undyingcrow]

"I hope you aren't expecting me to cook." And pancakes of all things. He pinches his brow, ears swiveling back at the thought. It'd be a fitting, ironic punishment, of course, but...

"Ren is adept in the kitchen. I, however, am a walking fire hazard."

[tokencanadian]

Pyrrha's spent a good while just... wandering. Whether it was testing the outskirts of the caravan, or trailing behind in case of a surprise attack, she's been spending more and more time out in the field. Now, she's picked this time to come back around for a break.

She's got her hair up now, double-tied into a bun to keep it all from trailing down as she works. A worn rifle, slung over her shoulder. She's looking a fair bit more like she fits in than the last time Yang saw her.

But her eyes. They still shine in that bright green way when she turns the corner and sees the blonde up and about. "Yang! You... You're awake!"

[fists_of_funny]

"Whoa, Pyrrha. Nice gun." When did she start packing that kind of heat? In fact, at first Yang didn't even clock it was Pyrrha, watching her move about the camp; it's not until she turns around that Yang realizes it's her teammate.

"What's going on? Why does camp look so different?" Everything's moved around and even the terrain looks different. "How...how long was I out, exactly?"

[tokencanadian]

"O-oh, this? It's nothing special." Truly, it wasn't. But Pyrrha had made a special case of scrounging up one of the guns from the last attack the convoy had and slowly reworking it into something more befitting a huntress. Right now, she was trying to get the blade attachment on the barrel just right...

"You... really don't know?" Oh. She steps forward, wary of Yang in case she decides to suddenly keel over. Or turn to stone again. "It's been quite some time. Why don't we sit down? I can try to tell you about it."