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Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend


“I’ll be more useful.” Bianca said, adopting the tone she usually did when beginning a mission. She glanced down at the van and popped open the glove compartment. A handgun spilled out that she immediately collected.

“A little barren, but I can make do.” She said immediately pulling the top of the gun backwards in order to see if there was a bullet currently loaded. There was. She ejected the magazine and found she was happily treated, a full clip of approximately twelve bullets. That would do just fine. She glanced backwards at the prisoners in their van. She really wanted to shoot them. But Marisa had made her promise, perhaps not all of the Dodici were good people, but some of them were truly caught in a bad situation. Bianca just wished Marisa could’ve spared a list of people not on the chopping block.

“So what’s the plan for when they ask you why you brought me back? Or why there’s Dodici in the back?” Bianca said gently placing her hands on her thighs. Her new clothes didn’t suit her nearly as much as the attire they had stolen from her did. She hoped she’d be able to find Gelure and the rest of her gear. Truth be told, if she returned to Beacon without it she was worried Estelle would give her another rant, make her use some stupid practice weapon as a new weapon or something like that.

Bianca leaned back in the chair, using the lever in order to allow her movement, very likely making the ride all the more uncomfortable for Vitoria. “Looking at this in a positive light, I probably dropped a dress size since they weren’t feeding me much.” Bianca said quietly, it seemed as if all was normal with the Faunus girl. But, there was something wrong. Perhaps it was her sudden lack of confidence, maybe it could've been something physical, most likely it was the part of her that thought there was only one thing wrong. Most wouldn’t notice it, quite possibly not even Vega and Napoli, but Gratia – well they had known each other since they were children. They had met one day, she knew Bianca when she was in her least guarded state. Perhaps, she would notice. But she’d most likely not say anything. She looked in the rear view mirror, seeing if anyone was following them. But the only thing she caught a glimpse of was her tattered wings, somehow seeing them hurt the most.

Bianca quickly brought her chair back to an upright position. “Fucking Dodici man, I’m not coming back to Zephyr.”
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Beneath the crushing force of a burly teenager’s boot, the door to the room of Mar Millade slammed open. Instantly the dual mysteries surrounding the room, presented in the forms of sound and scent, were solved. First and foremost, the tiny apartment appeared to have a nonstandard –not to mention sporadic- paint job, done in brownish-burgundy. No source of the fluid used could be seen, but a fair amount of it lay around the remaining fragments of the broken window. A look straight down from the shattered aperture revealed the outline of a body in the mud below, though one too small and apelike to be human. An astute eye would reveal more rivulets of dried blood drawn like streaks of rain down the side of the building, indicating that whomever ruptured the window gained the roof. A clawed-open airduct in the room offered an easy hint as to why someone might want to vacate their supposed safe haven swiftly. At that point, noises could be heard from inside Moss's unopened room, elicited by Benjamin's clamor.

Vague expectations had filled Ivor’s mind as he entered the cafeteria. As odd as the scantily-clad Faunus and gray-obsessed fellow appeared, he imagined that they might have come with a regular paramedic team in tow. He certainly did not expect to find a pair of young women in various stages of undress huddled around two of his co=workers. For a moment his wit abandoned him, leaving him wearing an expression of mixed surprise, amusement, and admiration. Soon thereafter, however, the keen programmer offered his two cents. “If this is how an average rescue team works nowadays, I should nearly die more often.” He seated himself on a cafeteria bench with his back against the table, and reclined. “Gray-haired guy sent me over. I’d be glad to help any way I can. Oh, I know! While you’re busy, I’ll keep watch.” This could, of course, not help but strike a paradoxical note given the constantly near-shut state of his eyes.

-meanwhile-


Bent on following the directions of her team leader and contributing to the operation’s success, Cian in her haste rushed across the storage room toward where the survivors allegedly were to take up a defensive position. She did not, apparently, take much notice of the solid steel door that separated her from the control room in which the survivors held up. Through a small peephole one of the refugees watched Cian turn her back to him and the rest, setting up a shield with which she would valiantly protect the door. The lad furrowed his brows in consternation, and despairingly asked those near him, “What the heck? Are these guys here to help us or not? None of the monsters even scratched our door but this girl’s hunkering down to protect it. Why doesn’t she let us out already?”

He pressed his nose against the glass, strands of blue hair splayed in every direction. The other survivors closed their ears, remembering the boy’s prodigious lungs. “Hey!” His shout bounced off the walls. “Fighter girl! Let! Us! Out!” After a deceptive moment, he belted out an afterthought. “Priscilla! Took! Keycard!”

While this went down, the damaged barrel almost certainly containing a human sat, ignored, in the refinery room. At the very least the no-doubt terrified and uncomfortable hider within would not suffocate to death, given the rends in the drum’s metal, but thirst would be just as bad a way to go if the remaining two members of JCL did not cease their ruminating and start saving.
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Gratia Mindaro - An Old Friend

"Je pense que non. Vous n'étiez pas une bouboule."

Gratia twisted the key into the car's ignition, blinking once as the engine roared to life, rumbling with a power that could be felt with every vibration of the vehicle.

"Any fucking skinnier and you'd be a kebab skewer," she continued, pulling her seat belt across her body and audibly clicking it into place. "I'll have to make sure you've been stuffed with enough shitty food to become a fat lard avant le Carême."

It did not take one to be Hercule Poirot to identify that there was clearly something wrong with Nuit. That was not particularly surprising, given the torturous conditions she had suffered under while in the grasp of the Dodici. Another slight that the gang of insectoid scum had committed, and another reason for their rapid and painful extermination. They had brought the once-confident Faunus girl low, tore apart her wings and foundations, and systematically ripped away everything that had given the birdbrain some form of comfort or meaning.

That would not happen again.

"The plan is not giving them the chance to ask those questions," declared Gratia Mindaro clearly and succinctly, her cold and icy tone measured and composed as one would expect from her. "They do not need to know that I have either of you in this vehicle."

She would ensure that Nuit did not come to any further harm. That was one of the many duties of a bird's wings, after all.

"Now," continued the Mistralese teenager. "I can trust you to be useful and wake up Ms. Vitoria Dodici?"
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Bianca twirled the gun in her hand restlessly. It's safety was turned on so there was no worries of it going off, it was more about having something to fidget with. "Yeah I can wake her up." She said not taking her eyes of the lion that slept blissfully in their car. She rationalized it as Vitoria not deserving to be asleep during her kidnapping. The Faunus sat still, first, reclaim your breathing.

She began to think to herself, get herself out of her won head. 'You can do this, breathe in through your nose, out through your mouth. In through your nose, out through your mouth. Count to five, on five you're doing it.

Bianca motioned to Gratia and very clearly took the silence off of her weapon. She turned to Vitoria, taking her seat belt and facing the girl for the first time since she had broken her rib cage.

"One... Two... Three... Four... Five." Bianca put the gun firmly facing upwards on the girl's chin and began to lightly slap Vitoria's face.

The girl began to spur awake. "Bianca Fucking Nuit. What the fuck am I doing back here and why the fuck are you in the front seat." It sounded as though she may have also broken her nose, that was too bad.

"And you, you-"

Bianca's gently slid across the safety, just in case - only Gratia would be able to see that. "That is enough Vitoria. I don't want to hear any more out of you, understood?" Shes said, her grip on the gun underneath her oppressor's chin made celar once more.

"Fuck you, you stupid bitch I'm here so I matter. You don't drive out in a van to kill someone." Vitoria said loudly.

Bianca wanted to remove her ability to speak, that would make her own life easier. But alas, she would have to wait for Gratia's oka-

"Hahahahahahahaha
hahahaha
hahAHAHA
HAHAHAHA


You should see what you look like, where are your fucking wings now you stupid bit-"


The gun found itself firmly planted in Vitoria's mouth, the trigger gently but notably caressed by Bianca's finger. "Truth be told, you're only alive because we think you'd look worse in a prison jumper than a coffin, but we can make alterations to that plan I think." She said, her tone was unlike any she typically possessed - it was much more akin to the one Gratia typically spoke with.

She gently took her right arm and tapped Gratia's thigh three times, her finger was steady, calm even. In order to signal that she wasn't going to kill the Dodici bitch. That it was Gratia's turn.
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"People must be real fond of facefucking you, Dodici," said Gratia Mindaro, her impassive, highly regulated tone carrying itself through the interior of the car. "It'd keep that mouth of yours from puking up all the bullshit you eat everyday."

She had not turned around to face the scion of the Dodici clan. The older woman was far beneath her notice, a wingless mosquito who lived only at her mercies. A stain to wipe off the bottom of her boots; a pest that, had it not been for the information she wished to squeeze from a yet-to-be cooling carcass, would have been discarded on the side of the road like the trash it was. Her fingers drummed rhythmically against the steering wheel. Vitoria Dodici would answer her questions. It was the only choice she would give to the piece of scum. That was non-negotiable.

"I want to use your authority to retrieve every little shred of evidence of the Dodici's crimes," she continued bluntly. "You will provide all the information you know to us."

Straightforward demands.

The atmosphere grew heavy, suffocating.

"o̫͏̓ͦ͜͏̂͆̾͏͚̬͜͏̀R̲͏͈̅͜͏̛̮̚͏᷊͚͜͏̸ e̳͏͛᷇͜͏̛̦͒͏᷄͜͜͏᷂L͆͏̗̓͜͏͍̣̇͏̾̿͜͏͗S͗͏ͨ̈͜͏̞̤̃͏᷅ͨ͜͏͚e͘͏̯̮͜͏̰ͯ̕͏̢̻͜͏̓."

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"I can totally fly Kibro over, yaknow?" said Shuai Taidan breezily, manifesting his many-armed semblance once again to emphasise his point. "Easy-peasey, and the mission will be over by Christmas."

He had a grand total of eight arms after all - six ethereal ones and two physical ones - and given that Varius could do the jump with little difficulty, as well as Noelle's shared flight capabilities, the only person he had to worry about not being able to cross a chasm of doom and despair was the bossman himself, and his abilities were more than enough to carry one super muscular guy.

"What's up with that turtle though?"

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Vitoria stared into the sights of the gun that was now uncomfortably placed inside of her mouth, she listened to the henchman in the front of the car, whose hands were on the steering wheel. She considered attempting to activate her semblance, but with her legs in the state they were in her Aura was already necessary elsewhere. She attempted to spit the gun out of her mouth, but it seemed the sharp inhalation of oxygen didn’t help her broken ribs and she immediately softened up to the gun that was in her mouth, as strange as that sounded.

"I'm going to take the gun out of your mouth and give you a chance to talk now." Bianca's voice continued it's monotone trend.

"Fucking finally." The girl attempted to say with the gun still in her mouth. Bianca removed the gun and for a few blissful moments there was silence.

"I'm not going to help you bitches. Fuck this Faunus bitch, fuck this stupid Fiordilatte whore" It wasn't long before Vitoria felt the gun creep up her shirt and firmly plant itself on her stomach. A lot of organs were there, Bianca was no doctor but she figured a couple rounds oughta be bad for her complexion.
How do you fucking like it?
It seemed she was scared.
Are you prepared to meet your god?
Good.
T̵̷̵̼̲̖̘͈͉̼ͅh̴͇͍͔̱̞͇̱͖̺i̡̖̼̱̠̼̯̲͇̕s҉̷͕̩̭̖̣̭̻̞̕ ̡̧̠͔̥̝̰̫͉̯i̫͔̯͈͚̗͕s̢̤̜͚̱͠͠ ͉͍͢w̴͍̖̭͉h҉҉̡͚̭̬̩͖̳̗̳e̯̝͍̠̱̜̰ŗ̙̥̱̞̝̞̘̬̟ḛ͉̖̹̪̦̙͍͟ ̧͏̖͙̤̟̻͎y̸̧͍̼͖̠ͅo̲͔͇̣u̠̜͡ ̩̪̰f̠̥̙̻̺u͏̵̜̞̳c̶͝͏̤̣̻̭̤͕̗̘̼k̶̼͖̖i̸̩̩̬͙̥͕̕͡ͅn͇̗̱̦̫̘̣͜ͅg͎͕̮̤̀͢ͅ ҉̥̬̙̬͙͇e̙͔̤̖̫͓͈ͅn̤̮̝͞͞d̟
Bianca could barely contain the smile that wanted to spread across her lips. But she did. She was still Bianca, she didn’t want to hurt people.
P̛̺̺̹̥͌̐͑̐̾ͯr̗̤͎̝̖̼͙̀ͭͯͤ̏ͯ̚̚͘͝ẹ̴̴̠͉̪͖̭͐̾̈́ͩ͆p̆ͧͫ҉̵̧̲ͅǎ͙̺̲͍ͦ̑ͨ͗ͥ̑̂͡r̡͈ͩ̄͘͝ȇ̳͕̗͢ ̢̨͈̲̘̭͖͎̲̻͖̋͐̈̍͘t̢͕̳̎ͩ̿̕o̓̈ͬͨͯ̚҉͇̱̙̳͖̫͈̥ ̳̜̮̹ͨ̂̑̉̊̿̑͆̅ḑ̌͏̙̳͙̖ͅḯ̵̪͇̽̔ͩ̚e̶̜̤̮̝̳̜̦̋̀̂ͪ ͈̙͕̫͎ͫͣ̾̏ͩ͛͟V̗̘̦̟̟̝̩̽ͧͭ̍̍ͅḯ̝͚̯̗̰̗ͦ͑̽̂̽ͧt̨̧̲̼̜̥͈͓̀͝o̐ͦ̿͘͏͏̮̖̩ṙ̴̻̖̱̗̥̤ͅī̶̧̗̺̞̳̩̳̑̌̓͗ͦá̶̢̞̟̔̾͠ͅ ̡̘͇̩͐͋́D̤͉͎̺͉̹ͦ͊ͫ͗ͦ̒̏̅̎ơ̥̯̤̂ͤ̚d̷̻̠̦͇̻̖̱̊̏͊ͧ͒ḯ̵̥̻͎̙̳͈͍̗̏ͧ̔̀ͥ̈͠c̴͎̲̣̩̟̓ͫ͗̓̕͞i̵̛͎͐̉̑̎͆̽͗̚

There wasn't much to do about non-cooperation however.

"Fucking shoot me then."
I... I'd love to.
Bianca's hand rested on the gun calmly, her finger on the safety. But she couldn't switch it off.
I... I want to.
She felt pressure build up in her fingers, felt them want to move, and yet they didn't.
What is wrong with me?
"What do you want to do about this Gratia?"
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She couldn't get herself heated at an old man over gazing at her. Stares came often when you looked like Lauren - like like one of those old gods they made statues of in South Mistral fucked a king-sized Hershey bar and then totally planted evidence that got her shipped her off to Beacon.

But you do not E Y E F U C K MY Sangue.

She disliked the old lecher on sight, and wasn't entirely sure how much good he'd be on watch, but his description of Ben matched up enough for Lauren to look at him with an appraising eye and nod slightly.

"Come over here and keep an eye on this guy for me. Please don't touch my jacket," she said with politeness so bitter in her mouth she almost added an ironic 'massah.' "I'm gonna wait by the doors for Cap's orders. With my Semblance active, I'll hear him better from down the hall."

She stood up and slowly traded places with the guy, sitting on a cafeteria table closer to the doors he'd entered from - ears cocked and one eye on the man who had now just closed most of the distance to her precious little sister figure.

"Do you know these guys?" she found herself asking Ivor curiously. "Any idea how they ended up locked in a fridge?"
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Having volunteered to be on alert, Ivor observed without much difficulty the thinly-veiled hostility writ on Lauren's features as she examined him. When she spoke, she did not allot for him so much as a greeting, but immediately issued forth in a tone remarkably full of vinegar a command. Shrugging it off as a manifestation of stress from the no-doubt harrowing rescue duty imposed on her, or otherwise a necessity of the perilous situation in which they found themselves, he obliged. After pushing himself to his feet, he marched over with his hands behind his back and crouched over the faintly shuddering body of his coworker. Laying a hand on the chilled man's neck, he spared a smile for Sangue. "Good afternoon, miss. Kudos to you for getting these guys out. If his core temperature were any lower, the only thing we'd be able to do is put him back in the freezer." He seated himself on the floor, leaning against the wall. Invisibly, his eyes alighted on the cafeteria's service counter.

At that moment, however, Lauren directed a question his way. "Well, of course," he answered promptly. "In a place this small and this remote, you get to know pretty much everyone. Speaking of, I do hope Moss and Millade are alright. The guy you call Cap was headed their way. Anyway, I suspect they were in the freezer to avoid being turned to extra-chunky salsa by all the Grimm infesting the place. I could swear I heard some outside my door just a few minutes ago." Ivor stood to his feet and made a beeline for the service counter. He slid behind it and with practiced hands unlatched the coffee pot from the machine there. "Ah, I knew we had some left from this morning. Warm drinks are just the thing for hypothermia." In mere seconds the microwave was spinning, the entire coffee pot stuffed inside the machine. Under normal circumstances heating plastic would be inadvisable, but in emergencies all kinds of pleasantries could evidently be handwaved. In very short order he returned with three mugs of coffee. No steam rose from them; he knew not to overheat the beverage and risk burning the innards of the sick. One he passed to Sangue for her to give to her charge, and another he very carefully tipped into the lips of the other, cradling his head with his hand. After giving him a sip and gently laying his head back down, Ivor took a hearty swig from the third mug. "Ah, yes! So pleased to be helpful."
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Cian was in a pinch one it seems the survivors was trapped and that Priscilla had the keycard needed to release them. This was all well and good but what was she to do? She could run and grab it and with her semblance she would be able to survive long enough for her team mates to come to her aid and get the grimm off the back while she rescued them. Though on the other hand she had to be careful as well since leaving them alone could spell disaster as well. "Guess I have no choice, Luke spot me!" Cian exclaimed hoping Luke would understand what she wanted and make sure there is no surprises as she went to grab the keycard. With a mad dash her semblance covering her to the best she could she ran forward hoping to grab the keycard before something shows up.
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Brewing Storm


Okay.

That was the mantra that dominated his being as the other two ran off to the next room, leaving him to fend for both himself and the battered, bloodied Priscilla.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Whether or not that was entirely true was out of the question. In fact, you could probably argue it to already be retroactively proven false— basically, a lie. To be frank about the situation meant one had to accept that it was far from okay as-is, and seemingly worsening as minutes dragged by.

But that's what we have to be here for.

Take something not-okay and make it okay.

That's a Hunter's job.


"...So it'll be okay."

He began to run through the checklist of first-aid protocol his mother and father had drilled into his mind from the tender age of already seventeen, one of the many crash-courses in his buildup to the trial periods for incoming transfer students who hadn't already completed the curriculum of primer schools like Signal.

Only, it would be a lie to say it was that simple.

The human mind is a labyrinthine monstrosity, twisting and turning and full of traps and hangups and dead-ends.

Lots of cuts.
Lots of blood.
I need to stop the bleeding, right?
But I need to locate the cuts to do that—
The specific ones, and prioritize the worst...


His mind began to overclock, trying to keep itself straight.

You might have already guessed this if you're familiar with the kind of guy he is:

It didn't work.

I see a lot here, but I don't have anything to clean them with.
What if there's more on her back? I'd need to move her.
Wait, you're not supposed to move someone this battered, right?!
Her bones could be broken...
When's the
Professor gonna get here?
What if she runs into something on the way?
What if something runs into
me?
I'll have to handle that.
I should probably get that jacket off to make sure there's nothing big concealed under it...

Wait, no!
Idiot!
She'll lose body heat like that!


Gritting teeth and venting what would be steam if this were a cartoon from his nostrils in a concentrative breath, he even went so far as to shake his head and rub his temples, gripping the end of her jacket with his other hand.

He honestly felt apologetic for how little of a reassuring air he was giving her here. He now more than ever understood why he didn't want to pursue the medical field at any point in his life: the pressure of holding a life so directly in your hands was palpable.

Hey, wait.

Hands.

He squeezed the jacket again, noting now that the end he held contained a pocket.

And that the pocket contained something hard and thin and rectangular. Not a credit card, but...

"Luke, spot me!"

It was then that Cian burst back into the room, hand already outstretched even within her protective barrier. She needed to come back for something, that much was obvious. Specifically to him, and he knew as well as anyone that he wasn't playing the team pack mule here. The only thing he could have had that they didn't was his drills, to get through a wall, or door—

Or something his charge could have used to get through said door. Something she could have used to get back in after it automatically locked. Something the team never realized they needed with the questionably operative power in the facility.

Something you'd need to get into a security room full of cameras in any other place.

He quickly swiped the object from her pocket, reaching out for the gunslinger to offer it up ASAP.

"Keycard, got it!"

Action spurred on action.

He made a choice.

As soon as she deftly plucked the card from his hand, he was already at work shedding his precious hoodie, intent on tearing as many pieces from the thing as he could to stop what bleeding he could. Blood loss was the most immediate thing he could both counteract and needed to worry about, but he was going to need two things for it to happen.

Cloth and steady, firm pressure.

Both I can do— I might need to change up my wardrobe, anyways.

A tank top for the rest of the mission wouldn't be too bad of a look if it meant he bought Priscilla time.

It'd certainly make things more okay than the alternative.
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It's cold.


Her clothes were already thin as they were, but the absence of only a part of it proved to quickly take its toll on her. Although she had a Semblance that resembled that of a snake, Sangue was... not really a snake. Neither was she an actual snake nor a snake Faunus; her body did get affected by things most human beings could be exposed to. She knew that she did not undress for no reason, for the survivors were on the verge of freezing to death, and she had a lot more energy to spare than they did.

A young man who she had not seen before (at least in her memories) thanked her for helping the survivors out. She felt a bit better about herself and nodded and turned back to the weakened person next to her.

Everyone sat close to each other, though Lauren gave the young man a strange look. Judging by the way the brawler looked a bit tense, the swordswoman deduced that her friend did not trust him too well at that moment. Said man soon got up and brought warm coffee, handing Sangue a mug and letting one of the survivors have a sip. She respectfully received it from him and sipped the warm drink before she watched him down the mug quickly.

"..."

Looking down at her mug, and then at the man's, she mimicked the way he drank from the mug, albeit with a blank expression held throughout the entire thing. Sangue let out a quiet cough as she glanced at the man who gave her coffee once in a while, intrigued by the lighthearted air around him.

The cold became less prominent than before thanks to the drink.
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"Vous êtes bête comme vos pieds."

Gratia Mindaro's fingers stopped moving, their rhythmic drumming falling silent immediately. The air grew harsh and uncomfortable, once more clouded with an immense fog of dirtied, sickly emotion. Bibere Vinum was active, greedily gulping down the very essence of her enemy's soul with the thirst of a dying man in an oasis. An eerie bloodlust had overtaken her, much as if she had found herself in the middle of a battlefield. Yet there was no battle here, no monsters she sought to slay, no fight to get her blood pumping, to give her the fulfilment and power very much craved. She had triumphed over Vitoria Dodici with insulting ease; there was nO FuN in crushing a crippled insect beneath her feet.

Instead, she despised it. A piece of scum; a filthy, mindless thing that thought itself human, and fell so far below the mark.

That was why she truly enjoyed this.

Watching it squirm.

"I could kill you," said the teenaged Huntress in a tone that could imply agreement, an undercurrent of distorted cheer running through her words, "but it should be quite obvious, even for a fucking funny farm escapee of all things, that, eurgh, i WaNT yOU alIvE ... for now."

It was unnecessary to leave Vitoria Dodici in the realm of the living. Removing the shitstain would be pest control ... charity work.

However -

A giggle.

"Come on, open that little mouth of yours wide. Just pretend I'm one of those million stinking cocks you gag on e̗̗᷁v̧̗̗e̗̗ͦr̛̗̗y̗̗̒d̮̗̜̗a̗̘̗y̗̗͌! It'd be a shame if I allowed Nuit to lower herself to trash of your level!"
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So Millade went for the roof. That was Ben's observation, at least, once he could be sure that the body far below the base of the window couldn't be human. The dried blood on the wall said that whoever had climbed out (almost certainly Millade) was injured. Frankly, Bastille's leader wasn't too optimistic about her chances. If she'd been up there long enough for the blood to dry, she would have had minimal cover while the Grimm overran the facility. Still, they might have been too preoccupied with the other staff to check the roof. And, frankly, if this Millade was stubborn enough to shove a Grimm out a window instead of dying, then she might have been stubborn enough to stay alive.

Spite was a hell of an anesthetic.

Either way, he needed to either rescue or confirm her death. No way he was leaving anyone unaccounted for in this mess. He let Caletfwlch split again, just for the moment, while he slipped Artorius and Lawnslot back onto his belt. He'd need both hands free for climbing. He crossed over to the window in a few quick steps, pausing briefly to yell instructions back to Amy before he left. "Amy, get Moss out of her room and over to the cafeteria. I'm heading to the roof for Millade. Tell Lauren where I went, she'll tell you what to do from there."

"Back in a sec." Satisfied that the Hawk Faunus had heard him, he deftly swung his legs out of the window and braced his feet against the sill. His upper half followed a second later, hands reaching up to close around the top edge of the window and begin the process of pulling himself up. He was moving as quickly as he could to minimize the time he spent outside, using just a small Deinamig boost to give his arms the edge they needed to pull him up quickly and easily.

He'd reach the roof in just a few moments.
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“Your Mistralian sounds like you’ve spent a lot of time in the lower end, some poor lower class whor-“ Vitoria began, she was stopped severely and instantly by a palm striking the side of her face, in an instant.

“Why don’t you tell me how mine sounds?” Bianca said moving ever closer to Vitoria’s trash compactor of a face. “Sais-tu combien de temps ta mère prend pour chier? Neuf mois.” Vitoria looked confused for a small moment. “You’re a piece of shit Vitoria.” Bianca said pulling herself up to the front seat with Graita. She dug her fingers into her knees as they shook violently.

“People like you, people like me.” Bianca began turning her head back to Vitoria with a look devoid of most things. “We’ll never get close to grasping the caliber of character that Gratia possesses. You understand.” Bianca didn’t inflect because there was no question in the phrase, rhetorical or otherwise. She was informing Vitoria of a fact. A fact that had been proven to Bianca painstakingly over the past couple minutes over and over. She would not let it go to waste. Nor would she hear any words that contradicted what she had proven to her today.

Vitoria was silent for a few moments, glancing at the locks which were dutifully barring her from attempting to jump from the vehicle. She looked at the Faunus’ wings dangled in front of her like a morsel in front of a starving women. They were bloody, the red and brown of dried blood staining the typically pristine white feathers that adorned Bianca’s pride and joy. Vitoria slowly, seemingly painstakingly sat herself up off the back seat of the vehicle. Keeping an eye on Bianca’s hand which held the handgun. She spared a few seconds to glance at the man in the back of the vehicle, who she kicked in an attempt to rouse. But with Gratia’s semblance as excited as it was the feast had taken its toll on him.

Vitoria saw no way out that ended without her in the ground or in a cell.

They say that it is unwise to keep an animal cornered with death on its mind for a long time. As the atmosphere grew heavy with Bibere Vinum and Vitoria’s wounds began to affect her ability to process rational thoughts adequately she watched her available options shrink as time continued its slow and eventual march forward. Her eyes darted around the van lacking in options but the stupid ones. So she took one.

Vitoria’s nails outstretched like the talons of a bird of prey she reached silently out for Gratia’s throat from behind her in the vehicle, she didn’t have much ground to cover, but Bianca had been looking at her, a detail Vitoria may have missed in the heat of the moment, in the unbearable silence that had followed the Faunus’ last words.

As Bianca watched Vitoria begin to reach forward she considered her semblance for approximately a quarter of a second, but with the amount of aura she had it wouldn’t have done anything. In less than one more second her ears rang uncontrollably, her hands shaking violently as Vitoria fell away from Gratia Mindaro and Bianca’s eyesight caved in from her peripheral vision focusing instead on what was directly in front of her.

She saw a star so bright it threatened to blind her. Gratia. Her best friend. Her finger had yet to release the trigger of the weapon, her legs shaking uncontrollably while streams of water fell from her eyes like a river that had just been unblocked.

The Nuit attempted to stammer something out. An apology perhaps. Maybe an excuse. A choice expletive would work as well. Some lucid part of her mind thought that it was good that Bianca would shoulder this weight over Gratia, it was for the best. She was already fucked up enough as it was. What was one more straw on the camel's back? She attempted to communicate that thought to Gratia, but she couldn’t move her tongue, it was made of lead and regret now. As her shaking continued, her hair was shimmied in front of her eyes, it was curtain call, and the show was over. Vitoria had accomplished the Dodici’s goal of creating a monster out of the canvas that had been delivered to them.
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A pair of black-clad arms wrapped gently around Bianca, pulling her into an embrace, the soft, woolen fabric of the turtleneck warm against her clammy skin. If the dark tearstains forming on the jumper were a problem to the owner of the turtleneck, there was no indication. The face of the crying young girl was pressed up against a shoulder, the tears trailing down her pale cheeks like raindrops on a dusty windowpane continuing to soak into into the cloth.

They stayed that way, the silence broken only by the Faunus girl's choked sobbing and the quiet rumbling of the car engine.

"You really are a fucking birdbrain, aren't you, Bianca?"

A soft, tender voice - almost a whisper.

Gentle fingers ran gingerly through silky, snow-white locks.
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Bianca's Dirge

Bianca was pulled into a soft embrace and for a brief moment in time, nothing changed. She sat there, awkwardly facing Gratia in the front of the SUV, weeping into the girl's shoulder. A ginger hand came up to meet her hair, decidedly and slowly made it's way through her hair. She did not deserve this. She could not be sav-

"You really are a fucking birdbrain, aren't you, Bianca?"

When Bianca was a little girl on the run in the poorer side of Mistral, she had met a younger Gratia. She remembered that she always regretted telling Gratia her first and last name, she'd never hear the girl call her by her first name because of it. It was a silly little thought.

The snowy owl dropped the gun as it clattered against the floor in the passenger side of the vehicle and embraced Gratia. Pulling herself farther into her guardian's shoulder. Her arms quickly found themselves around Gratia has she helplessly grasped at anything. She felt like she was finally not falling any longer. When she was being held still. Bianca's voice poked out through the silence that had quickly followed.

"Tell me what you need me to do and it's done." Bianca told her teammate. She was ready to be used or sent away. That was Gratia's call. "I'm alright now, I'm fine." Bianca's voice was raw, but steady. The girl felt more numb than fine, but numb could accomplish a mission, finish what they had started, perform a task.
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"Bullshit."

The young girl was nuzzled further against the warm, black wool of the jumper. Close enough to feel her friend's soft breaths.

"I refuse to let you keep getting hurt."

The mission was to rescue Bianca. That was the only objective. To bring the girl back safe and sound.

Watching Bianca sob painful tears into her shoulder, fingers brushing delicately through a mess of white curls in hopes of bringing even the slightest comfort, Gratia Mindaro did not believe that the mission was at all a success. Before her was not the proud, excitable woman for whom the brightest of blue skies was a home. There were no warm, kindly smiles. There was no strong, supportive hand. There was none of Nuit's enthusiasm.

Only a little Faunus girl.

Just Bianca; lost and broken, cast away in stormy seas.

"Get some rest, Bianca," she said quietly, tone almost sisterly. "You've been through too much shit."

That's why ...

"I'll take care of it."

She was going to make things right.

So that the little girl could fly again.
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