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

[color=#9d36ff]“Oh it’s not that bad Gratia, it’s not like the feathers are still connected to me. For all I know if I don’t give him a pillow we’ll find him scavenging for my fallen feathers in a week or two.”[/color] Bianca deduced. Besides, she knew that she had the softest feathers of anyone she’d ever met, so it only made sense that her teammates had pillows made of them. That way they had a leg up on the competition.

Bianca felt a graceful caress against her legs and she saw a few plates fly up in the distance. She pinned her left hand to her right thigh keeping her skirt where it ought to be and glanced around at the table. [color=#9d36ff] “Well I know almost everyone’s abilities at this table. And no one I know has the ability to make me flash the table across from us.”[/color] Bianca said shooting a look that could kill a person towards Emerald. 

But she didn’t hold it, instead she diverted her attention back to Napoli. [color=#9d36ff] “I’ll tell you what, you’ve got a deal, I’ll throw my flyers up and if I can find a partner before two months is up, that joke book is mine.”[/color] Bianca said swiftly throwing a wink Gratia’s way. Bianca didn’t wink for flirtation techniques, although passerby might think so with the way she carried herself. But that was sort of the point. Instead Bianca was notifying Gratia there was a reason she was accepting this stupid bet. Seriously, the best pillow money could buy for a joke book.

[color=#9d36ff] “Seriously though Emmy cut this shit out.”[/color] Bianca snapped growing tired of holding her skirt down. Bianca found Beacon pretty alright, but more than anything she thirsted for adventure, battle, something. She wanted or rather, needed something to quell the thirst for a mission in her bones. She decided that once the group had finished their meal she would demand they search for a mission, her demands only worked every once in a while, typically when the group shared an interest in her demands. They may been a dysfunctional group, but they figure it out pretty well.