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[colorofdeath]

[It's the crack of dawn, and Mei looks...rather tired. She hadn't been bothered by the sleeplessness other people suffered last week, but she has her own sleep problem to worry about. Floating behind her is a rather cheerful looking Chimecho who's just chiming away.]

Has anyone else had problems keeping their Pokémon in their balls? This one seems to be an escape artist.

[A pause as she glances back over her shoulder at the offending critter.]

...and she's been doing this since I found her. It only got worse when she evolved. Every morning at five. Without fail.

[Needless to say, it isn't exactly pleasant when you need the rest.]

[backdated to late 7/20] it's my party and I'll cry if I want to

[usedflareblitz]

((OOC: content warning for drinking, additional angst, and spoilers. opt-out is yonder.

EDIT: general catch-all for the month of July, its events, for the entire RWBY cast (minus Ruby herself) is over here if you prefer an action thread that isn't. well. this mess :V ))


[ did people know Yang could sing? she's not halfway bad, but the clarity is diminished by the rasp of her voice, and something else that dulled the edge of her tone. the former has to do with the redness of her eyes and the matching dark circles beneath them. the latter's cause is more obvious: five empty bottles of beer placed neatly back in the cardboard holder beside her on the park bench.

it could just be Yang's choice of song, too. it started out optimistic, but did not carry that mood throughout the entire piece. by the end Yang sounds more tired than she's ever been, and raises her remaining half-empty bottle toward the night sky. her tone is bitter. her words slurred slightly. ]

To Penny... may she wake up from her coma with some good memories for once. If anyone deserves some, it's her.

[ one drink from the bottle. another toast into the air. ] To Ruby, who's ... gone on her way to Haven or somewhere by now. Probably.

[ one last drink. one last toast. this is the part where good kids should be in bed (or at least turn off the broadcast). ] And to me! Happy fucking birthday, Yang "Danger" Xiao Long.

[ Yang finishes the bottle, glares at it in disappointment, then almost drops it, but her new Houndoom takes it in his mouth at the last moment to save it from a grizzly fate. ] Huh? Oh. Thanks Drei. You're a good dog. [ she tries to reach out with her right hand to pat him on the snout except... there's no arm to do that with. one futile wriggle of her stump, hidden safe from view behind the tied off sleeve of her top, left Yang frowning. ] Who'm I kidding. The only person I'm a danger to is myself.