[center][h1]Bianca Manalo[/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/H0PZlqQ.png[/img][/center]
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[quote=Autumn]"... Traffic cone! Six o'clock![/quote]

Bianca couldn’t hear much over the sound of Alizée destroying the ground, but she did hear one of the opposing girls shout after quickly looking in her direction. What? Traffic cone, but she wasn’t wearing any orange- oh. Bianca unwittingly raised an eyebrow. Someone who could see adept colours? Interesting. 

She didn’t have time to dwell on it because both sides were going all out. They really were trying to kill each other- She shoved her hand in her pocket, fingers curling around her phone. There was only so much longer she could stand by watching-

[quote=Leon]"Drop the fucking Ginger!"[/quote]

Leon came to the rescue - kind of. Shit, it was getting cold… And that group of girls really [i]did[/i] want to kill Alizée (who had they killed before?). Fuck, she could already feel her boss’s boot up her ass, she should’ve called it in right away, it was fucking cold too. It was obvious that Alizée wasn’t about to back down. She was only getting worse, calling all sorts from the darkness. Holding her cigarette between her lips, Bianca’s other hand went for the knife she had hidden in her pocket. If she figured out a spell on the fly, she could-

[quote=a lost child]"Uh... I'm lost."[/quote]

Suddenly everything deescalated like that. 

Bianca withdrew her hand from around the knife. At least Alizée still had some morality left.

Shit. Alizée was approaching the child. 

Bianca watched warily as Alizée’s apparition circled the young boy. She couldn’t in good conscience just let this be. If she was recognised by Alizée and Leon, so be it.

It’d probably be fine, anyway! She’d changed a lot. Her hair was way shorter (it’d been almost at her ass ten years ago), she had makeup on which she’d never bothered with before (mostly to make her a bit harder to recognise in wolfpack territory), and she was wearing shades! Practically unrecognisable. Decision made, Bianca dropped her half done cigarette and grinded it into the gravel with her foot. 

“Heyyyy kid,” Bianca approached Alizée and the lost kid. She dragged out her words, pulling more of a southern accent - modelled after the most harmless person she knew. It didn’t sound all that bad or fake, definitely not because she practised accents in front of a mirror at home. Hopefully it’d help her not be recognised by Alizée and Leon. “You’re lost? Y’know your parents’ number? You can call ‘em if you want.”

She pulled her phone out of her pocket, holding it up as if to say, ‘see, I’m not going to hurt you.’

“If not, how ‘bout I take you somewhere safe?” Like a police station. She didn’t quite voice that yet, even if it was (hopefully) implied. They weren’t exactly in a good area. “Lots of fights round these parts, best you don’t hang round here.” She indicated the group of people who’d just been fighting it out. “Loads of dangerous people like ‘em. I’ll get you to the town centre, yeah?”

Bianca then turned to look at Alizée, eyes narrowing behind her sunglasses. She jerked a thumb at the void, voice lowering. “Get that thing away.”