[For awhile, there's nothing but the sound of roots growing. How long, she couldn't say, but when it finally ends, there's a small part of her that almost misses it, feels strange not to have it. It's the first thing she's felt at all in days, but that doesn't last long. Even as her eyes slowly open, her body is racked with pain, well beyond the ache in her chest from where she had—
Oh. Right.
As injuries went, it was the way she had always expected she might someday meet her end. Huntresses went down fighting, but most didn't get back up again. It had happened so quickly that she doesn't know for certain what happened, but she knows what they had been trying to do, and even as she props herself up on one hand, she asks of whoever might be near enough to hear:]
Did we save—
[And then her head is spinning so quickly that the room seems to turn on its side, and she collapses back against the bed she'd found herself on upon waking, letting out a faint but frustrated groan.]
Okay... too fast.
[She'll have to take this nice and slow, apparently.]
b. shadowdale (open)
[Once she's filled in on what happened, even knowing that she had, in fact, died during her attempt to help save Minato, Blake isn't content to stay still and rest. Despite the constant pain and fatigue weighing her down, not to mention other symptoms that she can't bring herself to think about for too long, she can't stand to be idle. She can't fight like this, but hell if she's going to admit that openly. She'll find some other way to be useful.
The makeshift infirmary is one of the first places she visits, though getting there is slow and difficult, and she has to stop to be sick on the way. She imagines that since she'd revived elsewhere, that the beds are probably full of injured Reclaimers in need of some kind of respite, and while her survival skills may not cut it here, she's still a pair of willing hands. She can't fight as she is right now, but she's certain she can do this.]
What... [She takes a breath and tries again, unwilling to let fatigue keep her from doing her part.] What needs doing?
[Later, she can be found looking up at Yggdrasil, her three-sided die clutched in one hand. She still has her 'cheat code,' something to sacrifice, and what's happened to her so far— it's not a defeat. She can still do something, even if she doesn't know what. Even if she can barely stand on her own two feet and carry herself forward.]
Whatever the cost... we have to get this relic.
c. wildcard
[Anything else that suits your fancy! Blake is opted-in for horror. Feel free to hit me up via PM or at necrofancy if you'd like to work something out together.]
blake belladonna | post-death | ota
b. shadowdale (open)
c. wildcard