Plank Sinatra Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend
Bianca felt a warmth envelop her and she instinctively flinched. She heard Vitoria’s voice and knew the sort of sensations that typically followed. A blow to the face, to the wings, perhaps her back. Slander, words that would scar Bianca’s pride, words she could no longer discern truth from. She opened her pale blue eyes and was met with a somewhat familiar scowl, a jaw line that matched up with one in Bianca’s mind’s eye. She was being held like an innocent child, girl careful not to her the Faunus. She felt like she was being held like expensive china - so very fragile. She faintly heard a rhythmic heartbeat, perhaps it was somewhat faster than your typical heartbeat but Bianca couldn’t really tell the difference. She felt the warmth of a black turtleneck up against her face, it was the warmest she had felt since she was left in that building to rot.
Vitoria scoffed at Gratia. “You don’t have to be that careful, she’s damaged goods.” She said noting Gratia’s care. She placed her blade back onto her lower back and lead Gratia back out of the door. Walking in front of the hired muscle, Gratia would notice the presence of two more blades on the right and left of her calves. They seemed to have another proponent to them, as their handles possessed a small length of chain, but it was difficult to tell without staring. Vitoria eventually lead Gratia back to the elevator and got inside. She clicked her tongue and considered reaching over to the cargo to strike it. “Dumb bitch is shedding all over this goddam office.” Vitoria said underneath her breathe. “Fucking Faunus, I swear.” She said reaching over to Bianca and plucking out a feather rather sharply.
Bianca felt the feather leave her left wing and winced into Gratia’s heartbeat. She focused on it, attempting to block her outwards sensations, attempting to turn off her hearing, to turn off her sense of touch. It wouldn’t work, of course. She let the tiniest noise out, a small wince. The pain had been sharp and jarring, but she knew she was no longer contained. She was in the arms of Gratia Mindaro. She was no longer under the control and presence of the Dodici Cosca. And she knew, more than anything else – if Gratia was here, they would pay. She found that her grimace had opened her incredibly chapped lip up, she sucked on it – not wanting to bleed on Gratia’s sweater.
Vitoria pushed the button that would take Gratia to the garage. The doors closed and she leaned back against the wall opposite the mercenary. She brushed her forehead collecting the sweat accumulating on it. “I honestly don’t know how the hell you wear all that shit. You’d be more comfortable if you took something off.” She said licking her putrid lips.
VGNB – Shit Hits the Fan
Demetrius laughed at the Faunus’ block. “I see I will not be bored today madam, but you have me at a disadvantage, who do I kill today?” He asked flipping his knife over the back of his hand and catching it. He walked backwards, keeping a steady eye on the girl, once more right into the void of her pupil. Noticing out of the corner of his eye Vega, he continued to pace away from the Faunus. When he reached an acceptable distance, he stopped, steadied his gaze on the Faunus and sent a kick directly to Vega’s abdomen. She would be out until she managed to recover from the surprise attack. He gave her room to prepare, seemingly expecting a gladiatorial battle. He readied himself but waiting for the girl opposite of him to move.
“It’s more exciting if it’s just the two of us.” Demetrius mused happily, rocking backwards and forwards rolling weight between his feet. “Just out of curiosity, do you fight me for self-defense or out of kinship for the Faunus being used here today?” Demetrius asked, sounding genuinely curious to the girl’s intentions. There was something behind that crafty gaze of his, a certain amount of excitement. Like a kid on Christmas waiting to unbox his newest present.
