[ If Blake had been in something approaching a good mood as they'd driven into a new area, that cheer is dashed when she pulls up next to the abandoned gas station. They've seen a few like it on this trip so far, but-- the bodies strung from ropes are new.
She's been talking with other drifters about their theories a lot, and the biggest theory about the Husks is that they were once people. Like them, turned into monsters, and then into Husks. They may not be some mindless beast. They might have once had dreams and hopes and loves.
Blake can't bear to leave them there.
She shoots down a few, bullets snapping the ropes, and catches them as they fall. Before the monsters can burst out from within their casing, Blake puts them out of their misery, a blade through the heart or head. And then she starts digging the graves. She finds a patch of grass and soil next to the road, a shovel in a backroom, and grimly sets about her task. For a long while, there's nothing but silence and the wind, until she hears footsteps approach. ]
There's another shovel, if you'd like to help.
[ Where Blake had once killed Husks without thinking about it, now she finds herself mourning them. Like the raiders from a couple of months ago, so human in their construction. Are all the monsters they encounter things that were once human? ]
✘ ⸻ power plant exploration
[ Blake's no expert engineer. She knows enough to have designed her own gun-katana-grapple weapon, and she knows the basics of vehicles, but that's about it. So, why is she venturing into the broken down power plant? Because Yang is a genius at anything mechanical, so Blake's hoping she can find something useful, and together they'll be able to help patch up the convoy.
It's an awful, claustrophobic place. It reminds her of the tunnels underneath the farming community she'd been in not long before she'd gotten dragged to this world; half-submerged, stagnant and dim. Just about everything metal seems to be covered in brown rust, and the waters reflect bizarre shapes back at her, flashes of red and white, silhouettes familiar enough that she has to look away, swallowing hard.
She has passed a bunch of rooms so far; rooms heated from steam, rooms crackling with electricity. And as she peers into the doorway of one, she notes a hole in the roof of the room, the barest glimpse of a cloudy sky. Blake cautiously heads in--
Only to scatter backwards when the clouds part briefly to allow a wan sun, her hand hits that weak light, and it burns.
Retreating to the doorway, Blake clutches her hand to her chest, feline ears flat. It doesn't take two guesses to figure out what just happened. Damn it. She's a vampire, and apparently the weakness to sunlight just kicked in. How is she even going to get out of here? Will the cloud cover hold?
Blake waves down someone nearby. ]
Can I ask for your help? There's some parts in this room-- it looks safe enough, but, um. I can't go in.
✘ ⸻ drowned song
[ Blake likes to think she's getting smarter about the traps in this landscape, but something about the lake had drawn her in. She'd just gone to sit next to it and read by its glowing light at night, but she'd seen-- a shadow. A hypnotizing phantom. An absence. It had drawn her in, and further in, until she'd fallen beneath the waters.
Now, once the power plant has sunk and revealed a bizarre ballroom, she finds that at least one of her problems has been solved: there's no sunlight in here, so she can't get burned. It's a small mercy.
On the other hand, she's... kind of trapped.
There's a platform high up that isn't consumed by the waters-- maybe someone got trapped there as it sank, maybe they're exploring. Either way, Blake seeks them out. She emerges from the water, cat ears first, bat wings pulled tightly against her back so they don't drag in the water. Beneath the surface, a long mermaid tail is visible, black-purple scales shining in the illuminated depths. ]
Please, no catfish jokes.
[ Well, at least she's taking this whole thing well enough. ]
Don't come in the water. You'll have to find another way out, or you'll transform and get stuck.
blake belladonna | rwby
[ If Blake had been in something approaching a good mood as they'd driven into a new area, that cheer is dashed when she pulls up next to the abandoned gas station. They've seen a few like it on this trip so far, but-- the bodies strung from ropes are new.
She's been talking with other drifters about their theories a lot, and the biggest theory about the Husks is that they were once people. Like them, turned into monsters, and then into Husks. They may not be some mindless beast. They might have once had dreams and hopes and loves.
Blake can't bear to leave them there.
She shoots down a few, bullets snapping the ropes, and catches them as they fall. Before the monsters can burst out from within their casing, Blake puts them out of their misery, a blade through the heart or head. And then she starts digging the graves. She finds a patch of grass and soil next to the road, a shovel in a backroom, and grimly sets about her task. For a long while, there's nothing but silence and the wind, until she hears footsteps approach. ]
There's another shovel, if you'd like to help.
[ Where Blake had once killed Husks without thinking about it, now she finds herself mourning them. Like the raiders from a couple of months ago, so human in their construction. Are all the monsters they encounter things that were once human? ]
[ Blake's no expert engineer. She knows enough to have designed her own gun-katana-grapple weapon, and she knows the basics of vehicles, but that's about it. So, why is she venturing into the broken down power plant? Because Yang is a genius at anything mechanical, so Blake's hoping she can find something useful, and together they'll be able to help patch up the convoy.
It's an awful, claustrophobic place. It reminds her of the tunnels underneath the farming community she'd been in not long before she'd gotten dragged to this world; half-submerged, stagnant and dim. Just about everything metal seems to be covered in brown rust, and the waters reflect bizarre shapes back at her, flashes of red and white, silhouettes familiar enough that she has to look away, swallowing hard.
She has passed a bunch of rooms so far; rooms heated from steam, rooms crackling with electricity. And as she peers into the doorway of one, she notes a hole in the roof of the room, the barest glimpse of a cloudy sky. Blake cautiously heads in--
Only to scatter backwards when the clouds part briefly to allow a wan sun, her hand hits that weak light, and it burns.
Retreating to the doorway, Blake clutches her hand to her chest, feline ears flat. It doesn't take two guesses to figure out what just happened. Damn it. She's a vampire, and apparently the weakness to sunlight just kicked in. How is she even going to get out of here? Will the cloud cover hold?
Blake waves down someone nearby. ]
Can I ask for your help? There's some parts in this room-- it looks safe enough, but, um. I can't go in.
[ Blake likes to think she's getting smarter about the traps in this landscape, but something about the lake had drawn her in. She'd just gone to sit next to it and read by its glowing light at night, but she'd seen-- a shadow. A hypnotizing phantom. An absence. It had drawn her in, and further in, until she'd fallen beneath the waters.
Now, once the power plant has sunk and revealed a bizarre ballroom, she finds that at least one of her problems has been solved: there's no sunlight in here, so she can't get burned. It's a small mercy.
On the other hand, she's... kind of trapped.
There's a platform high up that isn't consumed by the waters-- maybe someone got trapped there as it sank, maybe they're exploring. Either way, Blake seeks them out. She emerges from the water, cat ears first, bat wings pulled tightly against her back so they don't drag in the water. Beneath the surface, a long mermaid tail is visible, black-purple scales shining in the illuminated depths. ]
Please, no catfish jokes.
[ Well, at least she's taking this whole thing well enough. ]
Don't come in the water. You'll have to find another way out, or you'll transform and get stuck.