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Naruto: Consequences

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Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend

Bianca was laid down by her teammate, the concrete was cold to the touch, even with Gratia’s winter jacket. She heard Gratia’s best attempt at sounding concerned and let out a pained laugh.

“I can’t promise it’s worth it, but you wouldn’t want to suffer Napoli alone would you?” Bianca managed to squeeze the words out before letting out another slew of violent coughs. She gently moved Gratia, pushing on her shoulder so that Bianca could see Vitoria.

The Dodici was staring directly at Bianca, from the look in her eyes she could already see the hell she would be living in a matter of hours. Bianca raised a hand calmly towards the girl who had been oppressing her for what felt like months now. She closed her eyes and before she would open them again, Gratia would sense a blast of aura – Bianca’s semblance, ring out through the parking garage. Vitoria’s body rag flopped across the parking garage skidding against the rugged concrete. It seemed the farther from Bianca, the less the pain. She moved Gratia’s jacket and showed her a wound, it looked like a plus sign or a cross. “It was her semblance.” Bianca said waving Gratia’s concern off. “I’m fine.” She confirmed placing the jacket back over her chest. Her pale blue eyes met the Onyx of Gratia’s and she wanted to laugh, but it would hurt too much.

“Jesus I must look like shit.” She said noticing that she was being handled as fragile as she was. “Listen Gratia,” Bianca began but stumbled off, she gaze away from her friend. She tried to force the words from her mouth but all that wanted to escape was silence, a pained small whimper. She finally steeled herself, through her tears and spoke. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to fly anymore.”

VGNB – Shit Hits the Fan

Demetrius’ weaknesses exploited by the time he knew where Beryl was it was too late. The blade was wrapped around his leg and he fell down to the ground. He struggled to find the Faunus’ gaze, to recapture her semblance, use it in order to heal himself. But he had already lost so much blood – he quickly found his vision tunneling out, his body growing cold. He attempted to call out to the Faunus, to curse her name, repair his image, but just before he did he saw his family.

They were smiling at him, waiting for him to join them. Vitoria held her hand out for her father and he took it. He was unconscious and losing blood quickly.

If Beryl planned on following Napoli’s orders from earlier, she would need to do something rather quickly.

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@Kouki

No one said anything about 'letting us win.'

But it's a cute sentiment.

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Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend

Vitoria knew what fear felt like. She knew what it was like her entire life. Her father had always told her that should she not live up to his expectations she would be exercised from the body of the family. She was taught torture. She was taught how to inflict fear, she had known that you had to pierce deeply and dig everything you could reach up to the surface. When Bianca Nuit was thrown into her doors, she inflicted fear. She cultivated it like a gardener.

And yet.

While she had fallen on her ass, looking up at a girl, hoisting her old prey over her shoulder. A hole in both of her knees. She didn’t feel fear. No, it was something most certainly more profound than fear. She was looking across the way at the god of death. And she was angry. Vitoria wanted to run, to kill Gratia, to kill her and that Nuit bitch. But the longer she thought, the more tired she became. She tried to pull herself up off the ground and yet she faltered once more.

Vitoria looked up at Gratia and screamed, as she did Gratia would notice the man who had been standing at the end of the parking garage reach her. He was already sweating profusely by the time he reached Gratia, he fell to his knees, and a phone spilled onto the floor of the parking garage – a man’s voice could be heard calling out on the other side.

Through all of this Bianca seemed to be struggling more to breathe. Coughing once more, once more blood coming back up.

VGNB – Shit Hits the Fan

Demetrius uttered a guttural howl as the steam rose up and immediately charged towards Beryl’s last known location thrusting immediately towards the girl’s chest. But felt nothing make contact with his blade. He immediately looked around for the girl.

“Where the hell are you?” Demetrius’ hand gripped his blade until his hand stung. “Give me back your gaze, Faunus.” To say his demeanor had slipped was a gross misunderstanding of the situation. It felt more like Demetrius’s mask, the utility he used to hide his identity before had disgusting holes in it. He paced erratically scanning the quickly dissipating steam for the girl.

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Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend

Bianca grunted as Gratia albeit gently, threw her over her shoulder. A bit of blood escaped her mouth as she coughed. ”It’s okay, I’m fine.” Bianca managed to choke out. ”Do it.” She said quietly.

Vitoria’s eyes shot wide open as she attempted to side step the carbine, however found her leg to be slower than she assumed. The bullet exited her thigh and she let out a shrill and desperate cry. She landed from her side step heavy, like a bag of bricks. Gratia would notice the man at the end of the parking lot heard the gun shot and began running towards the pair of girls. He, seemed tired.

Vitoria cursed and pulled another blade from her thigh. She threw a single knife at Bianca’s back that was over Gratia’s shoulder. Throwing another at Gratia’s leg. She struggled to maintain balance as she did this, stumbling out into the parking garage, allowing for Gratia to exit the elevator. Vitoria opened her maw to snap back at Gratia. But she found nothing, losing her words in Gratia’s giant, bloodthirsty grin.

VGNB – Shit Hits the Fan

Demetrius was an older man. He was slowing down. The ice came up from Stream and he was forced once more to tear his gaze from his prey, and salvage his arm. The ice seemingly melting around his aura. Seemingly predicting him being able to block the ice, Beryl continued her onslaught attacking Demetrius, an attack made to be impossible to block. But he found himself trying. He immediately raised his arm to stop the blade, but once it made contact with his knife it swung around it lacerating his arm.

He pulled.

Demetrius’ lower portion of his arm did not follow.

Demetrius smiled an uncanny smile as he glared downwards where his limb once was. Beryl could see the blood stop flowing. It began to clot and eventually stopped bleeding altogether, in a matter of seconds. Almost as if he was controlling his blood in a telekinetic fashion. With a deranged glare he looked back up at Beryl. “You understand now, right?” Demetrius cackled. “Why my children call me greedy?”

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@NarayanK

You are a machine, please remember that everyone appreciates the effort. <3.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend

Vitoria held the onyx gaze for some time before her eyes drifted downward to the cargo Gratia carried with her. She casually lowered her blade so that it softly caressed Bianca’s pale skin. “Her cries while we were torturing her,” Vitoria said beginning a story in the middle, as if Gratia could hear her thoughts. She seemed to turn the blade on Bianca’s fair skin but immediately lifted it, giving Gratia a playful gaze her face was strange now. She wasn’t like Gratia had met her. There was a desperation, her makeup was starting to run, and her eyes were tired and confused. “They were intoxicating.” She said with a grin so wide it threatened to rip the corners of her mouth. Her eyes quickly darted back up to Gratia. “I don’t think we need you, you bitch.”

With those words, Vitoria’s attack began – though slightly weaker than what she had meant for, she thrusted her blade downwards, aiming for Gratia’s arm or Bianca’s throat, thinking she would inevitably hit one of them. She also seemed to reach out to grab Gratia’s wrist with her left hand, perhaps to pull Bianca away or any other reason.

VGNB – Shit Hits the Fan

The Faunus leapt over Demetrius’ sweeping leg and as he brought it back in towards she lashed out with her blade. Demetrius pulled his gaze from her eye line in order to deflect the blade ever so slightly with his knife. Though as she activated the electricity charge in the weapon he felt his hand tense uncomfortably around his knife as it was conducted by the weapon. He successfully retreated back to where Napoli had stood, afterwards picking up his second dagger that Napoli had deflected earlier.

Demetrius exercised his hand, tightening it and shaking it slightly until it felt useful enough to use, once more he took Beryl’s gaze.

He walked towards her while brandishing his knives, speaking in a slow methodical tone. “Why are you here, girl?” He said, his voice lashing out. Regardless of her answer he would attempt to quickly stab her mid-section the knife in his right hand once he reached her, extending his arm and turning his body to the right in order to limit her counter attack options.

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So how are everybody's missions going?

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@NarayanK

You sir are a scholar and a saint.

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend

Vitoria let out a vicious laugh and nodded. ”Suit yourself, mercs are all the same.” She said, placing a hand on her own shoulder and massaging it gently. The elevator went silent save for Bianca’s irregular breathing, it was seemingly difficult to inhale for the Faunus. Examining their surroundings, the elevator was approximately six and a half feet wide, and nearly ten feet tall. Vitoria, who was directly opposite the doors stood about four feet from them.

The elevator made a noise that Vitoria seemed alerted by. It was a metallic choking noise as the elevator stopped. “What the fuck is all this?” Vitoria said banging once on the door. “God damn it.” She said rubbing the sweat from her forehead once more. Gratia could see that her hand was slightly red from where she had struck the elevator door. “Shit, why the hell did that hurt so much?” She said pulling her phone from her pocket and immediately hitting a single number and holding the phone to her ear. It rang briefly.

“Elevator’s stopped, I think we’re here can you override this for me?” She said in a somewhat sweeter tone than expected. Silence filled the air once more as they waited, Vitoria impatiently tapping her foot, sweat pooling on her forehead. They sat there, in the elevator for four minutes until a ding from the elevator ended the silence as the doors screeched open and their surroundings became clear. Vitoria sighed in relief and closed her phone. They were in what appeared to be a parking garage. The ceiling was perhaps ten feet high and the floor, ceiling, and walls were all concrete. One other man awaited Gratia at the end of the parking garage beside a black S.U.V.

Vitoria exited as soon as the doors opened, and turned back to Gratia. “I’ll be coming with you for this ride we aren’t headed too far.” Vitoria said motioning for Gratia to begin walking towards the car. As she motioned she felt the lower portion of her back where she had kept her knife once more. As Gratia would go to step out of the elevator, Vitoria would step in front of her. “Girl looks heavy, that turtleneck seems pretty warm.” She said wiping the sweat out of her eyes once more. “Why the fuck am I sweating so much?” She asked Gratia meeting her steely gaze with a psychotic one. She seemed to be tightening the fist of the hand not brandishing her blade in an attempt to regain focus.

VGNB – Shit Hits the Fan

Beryl’s swift movement elicited a strange reaction from the elder man. He winked at the girl as she lunged in towards him, his right eye performing the deed. He took two quick steps to the right in order to avoid the lunge, but was surprised by the quick slash that followed. It seemed the tables had been turned as he was barely able to get his own blade in the way of Beryl’s causing him to recoil slightly. However, he used the momentum of his recoil to spin around and attempt to sweep Beryl’s legs.

She would notice as he spun he stared directly into her soul through her eyes, making eye contact with her while attempting to knock her down to his level. Should Beryl avoid his attack his leg would meet his other and propel him backwards, attempting to create some distance between the two. Moving towards the direction Napoli originally stood.