[b][color=#9d36ff]Bianca Nuit[/color] – A Dei Tour[/b]

[color=#9d36ff]“Who I am, is someone who could destroy the lot of them without a second thought. Besides, don’t pretend you wouldn’t be right there beside Vega, Gratia and I kicking their asses.”[/color] Bianca said warmly towards Napoli. She wasn’t all bite, especially towards her teammates. They may’ve spent most of their time together bickering and making fun of one another. But Vignoble wasn’t still in Haven, they were in foreign lands and they would have to lean on one another for support when they could. She didn’t think that Beacon was going to be a warzone or anything but in her experience it was always better to predict, rather than react. It was for this reason that she maintained an eye on all of her teammates at all times, whether it was a small glance over the shoulder to make sure that the racist’s from before weren’t glancing at her teammates; or even a simple shift in her position so that she could see Gratia in her peripherals, she didn’t plan on letting anyone or anything surprise her. It was who she was raised to be, Vignoble’s watchful eye.

[color=#9d36ff]”Oh Vega, you know I love it when you get that murderous tone in your voice.”[/color] Bianca said to one of the only people that had her back no matter what. She and Vega had a deep bond that had been cultivated over the years. [color=#9d36ff] “Cool it darling, if they make a move they’ll regret it, until then I’ve got you to watch my back.”[/color] Bianca said with a warming smile as she fixed her hair slightly and put a hand on Vega’s knee to show her appreciation. [color=#9d36ff] “Thank you though.”[/color] Bianca said in a rare moment of sincerity.

[color=#9d36ff]”Sorry, I’ll lay off.”[/color] Bianca said quietly to Napoli with a small nod. The owl Faunus turned to Sarina with a small grin. [color=#9d36ff]”I’m starting to feel a little cooped up myself, what do you think the chances are of getting a mission. Pretty last minute, but I’m sure there’s some things that need doing.”[/color] Bianca said straightening up and glancing around the library. She was in the mood to kill something. She felt a small tinge of pain in her right wing, she realized she must’ve scraped it when she dive bombed through the window. She brought it in front of her body and plucked out the damaged feather elegantly, resembling an experience harp player. There was definitely something angelic about her appearance, but that was only to some. Truth was, Bianca always reinforced that imagery because otherwise those who saw her saw nothing but a demon. A spawn of something that was not meant to be. And angel was definitely preferable to that.