[h2][color=66CD00]Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend[/color][/h2]

[color=#9d36ff]“I’ll be more useful.”[/color] Bianca said, adopting the tone she usually did when beginning a mission. She glanced down at the van and popped open the glove compartment. A handgun spilled out that she immediately collected. 

[color=#9d36ff]“A little barren, but I can make do.”[/color] She said immediately pulling the top of the gun backwards in order to see if there was a bullet currently loaded. There was. She ejected the magazine and found she was happily treated, a full clip of approximately twelve bullets. That would do just fine. She glanced backwards at the prisoners in their van. She [i]really[/i] wanted to shoot them. But Marisa had made her promise, perhaps not all of the Dodici were good people, but some of them were truly caught in a bad situation. Bianca just wished Marisa could’ve spared a list of people not on the chopping block. 

[color=#9d36ff]“So what’s the plan for when they ask you why you brought me back? Or why there’s Dodici in the back?”[/color] Bianca said gently placing her hands on her thighs. Her new clothes didn’t suit her nearly as much as the attire they had stolen from her did. She hoped she’d be able to find Gelure and the rest of her gear. Truth be told, if she returned to Beacon without it she was worried Estelle would give her another rant, make her use some stupid practice weapon as a new weapon or something like that.

Bianca leaned back in the chair, using the lever in order to allow her movement, very likely making the ride all the more uncomfortable for Vitoria. [color=#9d36ff]“Looking at this in a positive light, I probably dropped a dress size since they weren’t feeding me much.”[/color] Bianca said quietly, it seemed as if all was normal with the Faunus girl. But, there was something wrong. Perhaps it was her sudden lack of confidence, maybe it could've been something physical, most likely it was the part of her that thought there was [i]only[/i] one thing wrong. Most wouldn’t notice it, quite possibly not even Vega and Napoli, but Gratia – well they had known each other since they were children. They had met one day, she knew Bianca when she was in her least guarded state. Perhaps, she would notice. But she’d most likely not say anything. She looked in the rear view mirror, seeing if anyone was following them. But the only thing she caught a glimpse of was her tattered wings, somehow seeing them hurt the most. 

Bianca quickly brought her chair back to an upright position. [color=#9d36ff]“Fucking Dodici man, I’m not coming back to Zephyr.”[/color]