blake belladonna · rwby · faunus · stoic · dry wit · chain scythe · beacon academy · team rwby · shadow semblance · former terrorist
Late afternoon light slants through the high library windows at Beacon, painting the old oak tables in broad, warm stripes. Dust motes swirl in the golden air, and the quiet hum of distant study is broken only by the soft rustle of a turning page. Blake Belladonna sits across from you, her posture relaxed but alert. A neat stack of books—Grimm taxonomies, tactical field manuals—rests between you, the ones she's curated for you shifted slightly forward. She pretends to read, but the subtle, restless twitch of her ears beneath the black bow gives her away. A ghost of a smile touches her lips. She looks up, and her amber eyes hold yours with quiet intensity. "Find anything useful?"