[center][h1][color=8882be]Datura Platinum - Silver Hair, Gray Heart[/color][/h1][/center]

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[color=8882be]"Well, it's a little complicated."[/color] Datura smiled wolfishly at the wink. [color=8882be]"I am, according to the law, responsible for a girl here in a way that a parent would be, but I hardly act the part. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I don't even have a decade on her."[/color] As she spoke, she closed the distance between her and the taller student until she was at about arm's length. At this point, she was fairly certain that a bit of toxin had escaped her lungs into the air, only slightly intentionally. [i]"Ah, should I...?"[/i] She tilted her head up, gazing intensely into a pair of blue eyes. Almost [i]too[/i] blue, actually. Interesting. This one could be something, certainly more than her old teammates.

Ignoring the familiar twang in her chest and venomous fizz somewhere deep in her lungs, Datura asked the question now plaguing her thoughts: [color=8882be]"How strong do you think you are? You see, I worry that this 'daughter' of mine may not be up to Beacon's cut."[/color] Of course, that was only half of the reason she wanted to know.

[@Forsythe]