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

[color=#f76a84]“Your Mistralian sounds like you’ve spent a lot of time in the lower end, some poor lower class whor-“[/color] Vitoria began, she was stopped severely and instantly by a palm striking the side of her face, in an instant.

[color=#9d36ff]“Why don’t you tell me how mine sounds?”[/color] Bianca said moving ever closer to Vitoria’s trash compactor of a face. [color=#9d36ff]“Sais-tu combien de temps ta mère prend pour chier? Neuf mois.”[/color] Vitoria looked confused for a small moment. [color=#9d36ff]“You’re a piece of shit Vitoria.”[/color] Bianca said pulling herself up to the front seat with Graita. She dug her fingers into her knees as they shook violently. 

[color=#9d36ff]“People like you, people like me.”[/color] Bianca began turning her head back to Vitoria with a look devoid of most things. [color=#9d36ff]“We’ll never get close to grasping the caliber of character that Gratia possesses. You understand.”[/color] Bianca didn’t inflect because there was no question in the phrase, rhetorical or otherwise. She was informing Vitoria of a fact. A fact that had been proven to Bianca painstakingly over the past couple minutes over and over. She would not let it go to waste. Nor would she hear any words that contradicted what she had proven to her today.

Vitoria was silent for a few moments, glancing at the locks which were dutifully barring her from attempting to jump from the vehicle. She looked at the Faunus’ wings dangled in front of her like a morsel in front of a starving women. They were bloody, the red and brown of dried blood staining the typically pristine white feathers that adorned Bianca’s pride and joy. Vitoria slowly, seemingly painstakingly sat herself up off the back seat of the vehicle. Keeping an eye on Bianca’s hand which held the handgun. She spared a few seconds to glance at the man in the back of the vehicle, who she kicked in an attempt to rouse. But with Gratia’s semblance as excited as it was the feast had taken its toll on him. 

Vitoria saw no way out that ended without her in the ground or in a cell. 

They say that it is unwise to keep an animal cornered with death on its mind for a long time. As the atmosphere grew heavy with Bibere Vinum and Vitoria’s wounds began to affect her ability to process rational thoughts adequately she watched her available options shrink as time continued its slow and eventual march forward. Her eyes darted around the van lacking in options but the stupid ones. So she took one.

Vitoria’s nails outstretched like the talons of a bird of prey she reached silently out for Gratia’s throat from behind her in the vehicle, she didn’t have much ground to cover, but Bianca had been looking at her, a detail Vitoria may have missed in the heat of the moment, in the unbearable silence that had followed the Faunus’ last words.

As Bianca watched Vitoria begin to reach forward she considered her semblance for approximately a quarter of a second, but with the amount of aura she had it wouldn’t have done anything. In less than one more second her ears rang uncontrollably, her hands shaking violently as Vitoria fell away from Gratia Mindaro and Bianca’s eyesight caved in from her peripheral vision focusing instead on what was directly in front of her. 

She saw a star so bright it threatened to blind her. Gratia. Her best friend. Her finger had yet to release the trigger of the weapon, her legs shaking uncontrollably while streams of water fell from her eyes like a river that had just been unblocked.

The Nuit attempted to stammer something out. An apology perhaps. Maybe an excuse. A choice expletive would work as well. Some lucid part of her mind thought that it was good that Bianca would shoulder this weight over Gratia, it was for the best. She was already fucked up enough as it was. What was one more straw on the camel's back? She attempted to communicate that thought to Gratia, but she couldn’t move her tongue, it was made of lead and regret now. As her shaking continued, her hair was shimmied in front of her eyes, it was curtain call, and the show was over. Vitoria had accomplished the Dodici’s goal of creating a monster out of the canvas that had been delivered to them.