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SubThank you for coming. Hypnosis is just so fascinating, I had to share this book on it with you. In fact, I'd like to show you something special I learned from this book...
Dom
Well, this is interesting. Still this hypnosis thing this book talks about seems far fetched. A demonstration? I don't know, that feels weird...
(Second RWBY post, hope you like it)
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I can tell she was a little off-guard--why would the PI be in a police station? Still, I run with it and work with her to get the story back on the rails.
"If you're looking for a less expensive option... Well, there's a guest room in my flat. You could stay until this all blew over. Just a suggestion."
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Much like in the novel, "Charlotte's" eyes widened at the offer your character made.
"I...I don't know, I mean the offer is generous but would you really be willing to deal with an unexpected guess? I don't want to burden you or anything." Blake or "Charlotte" said in response to the offer.
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"It's not. About. Me." I repeat slowly, breaking slightly from the script again. "I understand if you'd rather stay somewhere else. Consider the offer open." I shrug.
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Blake, or "Charlotte" remained indecisive though Blake would commend you on your performance before her character gave an eventual nod.
"I...I would like to take you up on that offer. Thank you, you are far too kind." Blake or "Charlotte" said with a small smile as she accepted your proposal to stay at your place for the time being.
((FYI this RP within a RP ends with a kiss by "Charlotte" to Ed, when you think that is most appropriate let me know.))
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"If you say so, miss. You wanna get going? Can't imagine there's much else for you here." I return to Ed's normal dismissive tone--the scene's about to end, I know the kiss is coming and try to conceal my excitement...
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Blake in turn tries to conceal her own excitement, doing her best to keep to the "Charlotte" character which was aided by your trigger as she offered a small smile to the "detective."
"W-well, I don't think...well maybe just...maybe just a...a token of my...appreciation..." Blake or "Charlotte" said, blush on her face both to keep in character and because of what she knew was about to happen.
In an instant, without thinking, Blake or Charlotte leaned forward an in an act of passion would lock lips with you as she gave the famous kiss of the story. Naturally Blake's blush grew upon first contact, but it did die down a little as she kept it going. Finding it, finding it rather nice...
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"Mh? What would you--"
I abandon Ed's hesitance pretty quickly in the kiss, hoping that with the scene over she'll start to feel the effects start to fade and return to her normal self in liplock with me. My arms wrap around her waist and pull her loosely against me.
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Indeed, the "Charlotte" persona began to fade as Blake focused more on keeping up the passionate kiss with you. As Blake feels your hands move around her waist, Blake places her own hands on the sides of your body as she enjoys each moment of this kiss for however long it would last.
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I feel the change in posture switch to the more natural and comfortable, if shyer, persona of Blake; I break the kiss for just a moment to open my eyes and give her a smile before pressing my lips back to hers. After a moment, my hand moves to stroke her hair and unintentionally brushes the bow aside...
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Blake had been focused on the passion of her kissing, however the bow bring brushed aside caused an instant reaction as Blake's eyes widened as she broke the kiss.
"N-no!" Blake yelled to herself as she quickly grabbed the bow and tried to keep it in place, though the revealings of what almost appeared to be some...extra ears would have been visible to you for a split second.
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"I-I'm sorry, what did I do?" I take a step back, mortified at having ruined the moment. I'm understandably paying more attention to her sudden reaction than what was under the bow; I may put two and two together later, combining the little flash of vision with what I felt under it.
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Blake was quick to tie her bow on, tighter than it was before as to avoid another incident. Once she had finished that, she glanced at you with a mild blush on her face before she would think of something plausible to say.
"N-nothing...just, I'd rather keep my bow on. It's a gift from my mom, m-means a lot to me to keep it on and all..." Blake said, as it was a lie but Blake did her best to make it sound convincing and hoped you'd buy it.
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With a little time to think, I piece together the little sensory hints and the... questionable response she gave to determine there's something else going on, if not what exactly it is.
"You can just say you don't want to talk about it, you know..." I step forward cautiously, hoping not to make her any more uncomfortable.
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Blake would not move away or do anything to advance your approach, with her bow securely tied she was confident that another near "reveal" would not happen and did not want to spoil the moon.
"Y-yeah, sorry I didn't mean to disrupt that moment. I...I really enjoyed it." Blake admitted, feeling guilt she had broken up that even if she knew it was something she "had" to do, due to her fears and insecurities concerning what hid under the bow.
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"I did too. And I trust you have good reason for whatever secret you're keeping." I step forward, put my hands on her hips, and lean my face toward hers again...
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"Y-yeah..." Blake admitted, before she saw you move your face closer to hers, Blake did not protest this nor you placing your hands on her hips as she began to lean her face forward in kind.
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"I'll keep my hands a little lower this time, alright?" I smile and chuckle before gently pressing my lips to hers once more.
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"T-thank you..." Blake managed to say before she felt your lips on hers and began the process of kissing you once again.
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I spend some time there, body pressed against hers, basking in her warmth in this gentle display of passion. It's a nice feeling, and one neither of us have felt in too long...
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Indeed, Blake enjoyed this passionate meeting of their lips as she placed her own hands on your hips to hold you close. The earlier shock of her bow coming loose gone as she aimed to just enjoy the moment, with nothing else mattering for now.
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After a good long time, I finally break the kiss, still keeping my body next to hers. "I think I like you, Blake..." I say with a happy, lovestruck smile.
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Blake turned to you as you broke the kiss, a mild blush on her face as Rokku confessed that he "liked" her, and not in just a "you are a good friend" kinda way.
"I...I think I like you to..." Blake admitted in kind, though it took her longer than you to say it. It was still said all the same, which was all that mattered in the end.
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(Don't think we named my character yet--you just took the decision? No problem if you did, just wanted to make sure that was intentional.)
"Very glad to hear it." My smile broadens, and I give her another quick hug.
My eyes flit to the clock--it's well past midnight in the library, and we have classes tomorrow...
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(Darn it! I got that name mixed up with another RP I am doing. No we have not named your character yet, that was just a mental error on my part. I apologize. Though with that said, what do you want to call your character?)
Blake also glanced up at the clock, taking note of how late it was and knowing that the time seemed to have slipped by as she let out a sigh before she faced you.
"I...I think we should head back. Got classes tomorrow after all..." Blake said, knowing it was what they had to do even if she enjoyed her time with you.
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(Let's go with Ambrose. That's a bookworm-y name.)
"Yeah, yeah." I nod and flash her a crooked smile. "Be seeing you around, Blake. Keep that bow tight." I give her a final fond pat on the shoulder and head out for the night, hoping to get some sleep before everything started back up...
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(Ambrose works for me 
Blake would give a nod, unconsciously touching her bow at that before she would walk away, making her way back to her own dorm to prepare for tomorrow and perhaps a future interaction with you once more.
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The next day I'm bleary-eyed, but thoroughly happy with my choices, and a few cups of coffee set me straight. We don't have any classes together--we met in the library. So that's where I spend my lunch, hoping to run into Blake again.
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And indeed, you would see Blake as she approached the library. The bookworm tended to hang out here when she was not with the members of Team RWBY, who themselves were busy with a food fight between Jaune, Nora & Ren of Team JNPR. Pyrrha being a bystander out of "fairness."
Blake, with her own cup of copy and book in hand, had prepared to sit by herself before she caught a glimpse of you. And with a small smile, made her way over to you and sat across from you.
"Hey there, how are you?" Blake asked you as she seemed a little happy to see you again.
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"Tired." I nod and raise my mug in her direction. "Not that I'm particularly complaining. Yourself?"
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Blake offered a sigh as she took a quick sip of her own drink before she would offer a reply.
"Well, I was having some lunch with my friends when we were challenged by Team JNPR to a food fight rematch. I would have joined in, as regardless of what others might assume I do get into stuff like that from time to time, but I am feeling a bit under the weather. Just a headache, nothing serious and I decided to sit out. Cafeteria is probably in ruins by now."
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"Sleep deprivation can do that to a girl. Or did you just want to see me?" I raise an eyebrow and smile."So what's on the docket for our impromptu book club today? I've been working my way through some Lovecraft..."
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Blake rolled her eyes at that comment as she pulled out a pen and paper as she took your Lovecraft note into consideration before she would reply.
"Well, I happen to be in the midst of the Great Gastby, though clearly we have a wide selection to consider." Blake said, happy to share her love of good literature with another here on campus. She loved her friends, but it was nice to have someone to talk about this stuff with that didn't end up making her sound foreign to her own friends.
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A kindred spirit is a wonderful thing indeed. One of my team members is very quiet and driven (to the point where I worry about his mental health); good to have on the team, but not much of a conversationalist. The other two are in constant contests for control, despite the assigned leadership role. They might be pleasant on their own, but I couldn't hang out with them without their trying to rope me into a scheme to undercut the other...
I shake my head out of my grumblings of teammates. "Oh, that's a good one. Wrote a paper on the symbolic significance of cars in it a couple years back. Have you read it before?"
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Blake took a moment to listen to you talk about your team dynamics. Blake could understand a member trying to undermine the chosen leader, she had experienced that herself, and gave a nod to show her sympathy before she overheard your question.
"No, actually. Meant to get around to it but certain academic aspects put it off. Now I've gotten the chance and it really draws me in." Blake admitted with a small smile to you.
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I'm rather relieved to change the subject away from my team--I spend as little time around them as possible. "Good, good. How far have you made it? It isn't long, but I wouldn't want to spoil things for you."
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Blake heard of your question and actually showed you what page she was on, page 24, showing she was not that far into it so it was a recent reading.
"Just getting started, so I don't really know all that much." Blake admitted, so she was thankful you were gonna show consideration for spoilers.
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"Ah. Haven't even met the titular character yet, huh? Well, let me know how it goes." I smile. "Not much to talk about on that front yet, though... We haven't talked about Orwell yet, have we?"
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"I will..." Blake replied with a smile, aware she had yet to meet the title character of the novel but quickly shifted focus towards his comment regarding Orwell, which peaked her interest.
"No, I do not believe we have talked about Orwell yet." Blake said, as she clarified that position towards you.
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(Let me know if the impromptu book club is boring you!)
"Well. Should we start with 1984 or Animal Farm? I can't imagine such an avid reader could have missed either of those classics..." I smile, pulling a copy of each from the shelves. They're some of my favorites, and I have their spot in the library memorized.
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(It's fine, mainly just trying to keep Blake sounding intelligent even if I have not read any of these books XD)
Blake thought it over, both sounded really promising to her and she felt some good discussion could be made with either one, but she would soon come to a decision as she offered a small smile.
"I think I'm in the mood for 1984 personally." Blake said as she made her suggestion clear to you.
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(Ah, well in that case I'll steer things a little ways back toward the hypnosis... They're good books, though, you should read all three mentioned. Should I try to avoid spoilers?)
"Ah, dear old Winston Smith... That's the problem with dystopia these days, it's all pretty teenagers succeeding against a functional if oppressive government with no plan for how to deal with the power vacuum... Orwell did it right. I kinda wonder what it'd be like to be one of the higher-ups in a world like that..." A slight smile appears on my face as I expound on the novel.
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(If you want to keep it book topic I can read up general info on the books. Wouldn't be too much of a hassle. Do what you want, I don't want to alter your vision.)
"Can't say I fault the new direction, even if it is rather naive and unrealistic. New age dystopia novels are kinda escapist stories, and what's more empowering to a young reader than telling them that can make a difference even in the most hopeless situations? Note that I do not disagree with you." Blake said before she overheard his comment about what he desired to be along with a slight smile.
"Oh, so you have a desire to run an oppressive regime?" Blake asked with a light chuckle, clearly making a joke.
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"Fair, fair, I'm not the intended audience." I shrug.
"Don't we all?" I smile mischievously in return. "The theory of totalitarianism is quite fascinating... And hey, if it was the right kind of story, I could have some pretty brainwashed girl at my beck and call, too..." I begin to chuckle as well, fingers raising and poised to snap and send her back down into trance.
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Blake saw this gesture and had an expression that seemed to mix some excitement along with some...some nerves to say the least. On one hand, the last time a session went Blake had a rather fun time and was a bit eager to experience it again. On the other hand, the conversation to a dystopia setting combined with your wording on was something to warrant at least a partial concern. Though she did trust you, so she tried to just convince herself you were just playing it up to fit the previous topic.
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(Now if my poor understanding of the canon is correct, this might push some buttons in her backstory...)
I drop my hand and smile, laughing. "You have to admit, you'd make a good enforcer. I can see the team now--a frail but brilliant ideologue and his stoic, fearsome right hand woman..." I joke.
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However, Blake did not seem to think of it as a joke herself. As indicated by both her frown as well as...as just her look of disapproval in general at the "roles" he had in this hypothetical scenario.
"I'd rather not go with that scenario, personally..." Blake said matter of factly. Though she had offered no other words as to why your statement bothered her. Whether she had been overacting to this or not she would think about at another time.
(Pretty much, though I am basing this off old memory. Still good button pusher I'd figure.)
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I tilt my head at her unexplained recalcitrance--this was usually the sort of thing we'd joke about, especially when it related to literature.
"...There's a lot I don't know about you, isn't there?" I ask after a moment's awkward silence.
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Blake had a blush on her face, as she took note her reaction would seem rather extreme over what was likely a literature joke. Either way at your point about not knowing certain things about her Blake gave a nod.
"Y-yeah, I apologize I didn't mean to be quite so...cold about it." Blake said with some regret, as she hoped she did not kill the mood for you because of her own past trauma.
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"Forgiven. If I start picking at old wounds you let me know, alright?" I step up and put a hand on her shoulder, looking earnestly into her eyes.
"And someday... someday, I'm gonna figure you out." I say with a smile.
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Blake gave a nod to your condition, as she would try to inform you in advance when those certain aspects of her life were subjects you had unknowingly touched on to avoid another awkward moment.
Though her face had a mild blush when you placed a hand on her shoulder, looking her in the eye as he promised to figure out Blake in full. A nervous proposition, but she was sure that you only meant that with the best intentions.
"Y-yeah, maybe one day you will..." Blake replied, unknowing of what the right thing to say in that context was.
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