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[h3]Bianca Nuit: The Girl that Beat Fate[/h3]
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You might be wondering, “Who’s that Faunus with the wings, the crop tops, and that ass?” 

Yup, you guessed it. That’s me, Bianca Nuit. 

You might be wondering how I got 30 feet in the air celebrating my victory over fate.

Well come along, let me show you.

See, there I was. Sitting there, doing some stretches. It had been a while since I was in active duty and today was kind of like my first real day back in the proving grounds of Beacon Academy. So let’s check the scoreboard, shall we?

4th period saw me take on a Riesen-class Grimm with the help of an entire class of my peers. But more notably, Benjamin Lloyd who, to put it mildly, could play a young Brennan Griese if they ever decided to do a biopic on him. That’s the level of fit we’re dealing with. He pretty much confirmed in front of the entire class that what Bastille did during those last missions? Not a fluke. 

And he couldn’t have done it without me. 

5th period risk causing a moral panic that could take Vale by storm, and saw me face a monsoon and a sea full of Grimm. While my classmates secured a fast exit from a sinking ship, I was able to fend off a flock of Grimm from most of the non-fliers. 

…To be honest, once we got to the beach I kind of zoned out gathering shells at the beach, but it started productive!

Unfortunately I couldn’t take the seashells with me… As they weren’t real. 

Look, let’s just keep going ignore that!

And now here I was in 6th period. The end to a wholly productive day. I was prepared to come into practice, work out a little, get a sexy amount of post-workout sweat without ruining my hair, and then go make some dinner for my team. I was taking the world by storm. But the world noticed. And in the moment my supposed instructor came out, I knew something was off.

“As you arrive on the field, please separate yourselves into seniors and freshmen. I'll be teaching Aura Control today for the seniors, Jericho Piper will be conducting Practice. You have a few minutes, talk amongst yourselves if you're inclined.”

Well, as you can now see, rather than “talk amongst yourselves if you’re inclined” I shot up like a bottle rocket charged only by romantic victory.

There I was, proudly, heroically even, above my classmates when my eyes darted across the field to find him. While I couldn’t quite yet (he was probably being cute lifting some weights somewhere, I could feel it) I gracefully made my descent back to the field and landed with a small curtsy. 

The other students would find their hero biding her time, stretching but with an ever-watchful eye, I didn’t need to warm up – my heart was already beating a mile a minute.