Holy crap my life has been a complete basket case lately. Probably why this chapter is Weiss based.
Weiss was pacing, as she often found herself doing, from wall to wall of her room. She couldn't stay still. She had to be doing something instead of being useless.
She had already been idle far too much.
She couldn't find Myrtenaster though, her father had taken it when she arrived and she hadn't seen it since. She knew better than to ask him though.
So, for now, she paced. And when she's not pacing, she's working, trying to use her limited skills to work on hand to hand combat, forms, and everything else she can do without her sword.
She took breaks to read, stretch, and go out of her room for the appropriate amount of time. She still went down to the garden, trying her best to avoid her mother if she's ever out there.
The garden was always her mother's favorite place for drinks.
It's nothing though. This was the same house she had grown up in, she could last a few more months… years… decades.
But that wasn't the point.
She turned, nearly slamming into the wall, as she stormed back over to the opposite side.
She thought she could handle this, that this had been the right thing to do, the only thing to do. She had fallen right back into line the moment her father showed his face, despite her constant determination to do just the opposite.
She couldn't believe herself.
How could she just do that?
And she knew, she knew, that logically, it had been a lot of things. The attack, the fact that over half the people she considered her closest friends we're either injured or gone, the fact that she didn't have anywhere to go besides for home.
Still, now she was here and regretting every decision that had led up to this.
Her hands clench at her sides. As her teeth grit together, she spun and slammed a fist into the wall, knowing no one will be able to hear her.
She was a certifiable idiot, that much was clear. But there was still time. To make it out, to find a way to contact her teammates thousands upon thousands of miles away, to amend the toxic atmosphere of this place somehow; she didn't know exactly what yet.
But she wasn't going to do any of that if she was sitting still. Weiss sucked in a breath, relaxing the tension in her muscles. Her fingers curled around an invisible sword, her legs drawing together as she got into position.
She had work to do.