[Week 1, Saturday: Yang]

[purrtagonist]

[hey, friend! wherever Yang may be. . . Akira's offering her another carbonated beverage. this one is from Ikea though, paper cup and straw and all, because who would trust anything that comes out of these vending machines?]

You look like you could use a bit of a pick me up. Yeah?

[it's punctuated with a smile. a tired one, but a smile nonetheless]

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[purrtagonist]

[japosdfj hey!! he frowns, instinctively flinches from that touch, and rubs his forehead]

But.

[she really has a way of getting things out of him, doesn't she?]

. . . but I wouldn't even have to, had I not died in the first place.

[sonnen]

Everyone dies. Your ticket was just punched prematurely.

[ Some people don't even get this option. Perhaps, in some twisted way, they're lucky. When she first realised she had died, Yang had thought she might see her stepmother - the good one, the one worthy of being called mom - here, or Pyrrha-- or anyone who might not have survived the fall of Beacon.

(Of course, she doesn't realise that she did, and doesn't know it. By this world's rules.) ]

Winning this game, going back to settle the score-- That's more than just a second change. That can be your revenge.

[purrtagonist]

[revenge, huh. . .]

[his mouth twitches, gaze flickering away]

I wouldn't mind the chance to punch the guy who pulled the trigger in the face, honestly.