[center][img]http://oi64.tinypic.com/6ooch3.jpg[/img][h3][color=f6989d]Noel du Acier &[/color] 
[color=0072bc]Brennan Griese[/color][color=f6989d] - Outside the Coliseum[/color][/h3][/center]

[color=f6989d]“You say that and yet…”[/color] Noël said putting her hands on Brennan’s shoulders. [color=f6989d]“You always let me ride on your shoulders.”[/color] She said giddily quickly picking up her nicer pair of shoes from her suitcase. She turned to Albert and pointed at the plate beside the one he sat in front of. [color=f6989d]“Sweetie, do me a favour and remind Kek about the meal I made him, and make sure you eat your own I don’t need you falling asleep in the middle of the fight.”[/color] The young woman snatched her pea coat and through it around her, giving Albert a small nod and began walking out of the apartment.

As the two members of BANK walked across the street from the hotel chatting about a couple of different topics, future licensing of Noel’s fashion line, some business potential for plans back in Atlas. But the insatiable Atlesians were truly only looking forward to one thing. The lack of merchandise present at the coliseum. She turned to her leader and while making sure not to visibly salivate spoke to him. [color=f6989d]“Y’know, if we set up some stands – sell some T-shirts, pump up the crowd during our outings, maybe we’d be able to set up a truly lucrative opportunity.”[/color] Noël was telling this to Brennan more or less to vocalize the thoughts, she knew he’d been thinking the exact same things. When they approached the coliseum Noël noticed a shorter woman staring at her, she turned to face her placing a hand on Brennan’s abdomen to stop him as well. 

[color=f6989d]“Is there something I can help you with dear?”[/color] Noël asked with an impatient kindness that she had seemingly perfected. 

[color=9e0039]“I recognize you, you’re both from Atlas, and you’re those rich kids aren’t you?”[/color] She asked approaching Noël.

[color=f6989d]“I am Noël Du Acier, my father and I run Du Acier steel, I see the sword you’re holding is of my own creation – you must be happy.”[/color]

[color=9e0039]“Oh right that’s that family that lost all of their money, right?”[/color] the girl asked indifferently.

Noël didn’t bother to respond, instead simply taking a coin out of her pocket. [color=f6989d]“I could quite easily be richer than your very dreams, I could make you that rich as well.”[/color] She said twirling the coin through her fingers and snapping directly onto the coin. As she did the coin flipped upwards, and duplicated itself creating two coins. She tossed both of the coins to the girl before walking away. Giving her own last vicious glance up and down, her razor sharp gaze attuning itself to the girl's blade.[color=f6989d]“Next time you purchase a sword from our company do be sure to double check your bank account, we no longer support a bargain bin in our stores.”[/color] She grabbed Brennan’s hand and walked away, taking her time showing her indifference to the girl through her stride, a modest grin on her visage. 

[color=f6989d]“Brennan would you buy me a candy apple when we get there, I’ve been craving something sweet.”[/color]