Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151203145629/@comment-25924729-20151227021734

The last display was a row of plastic mannequins. Faceless, lifeless, perfect targets for Laura's long hidden frustrations. With every plastic head she bashed in, she saw the mental image of Sir Cedric. Each crack rang with a new promise, she didn't have to live in fear anymore, her dad had no control over her.

One more test... The Pilgrims were her golden ticket to a new life. If she passed, she intended to join as a Guardsman, securing herself and her mother sanctuary at their Fort. She could fight for them, and mum, well... would they want a new housekeeper? In any case, they could leave the Evergreen Household and her abusive dad behind, trading it for a new home with Vale's Pilgrims. A new family.

The last mannequin burned apart before she reached it, revealing Vale with her claws burning red hot. The girl flicked her prosthetic blades to clear it of melting plastic before retracting Vendetta into it's gauntlet sheath. Laura watched with open mouthed awe.

As they left the warehouse, the maid asked "Who do you see when you vent?" In her case, she hated her own father. But what about Vale? Who did she hate most?

"Huntsmen. Ozpin." she answered simply. Laura cringed, she regretted asking now.

"So... you still wanna hurt me?" she asked warily.

Vale considered this question. Laura was still a Sinner in her opinion, but she could almost be forgiven. As much as it pained her to admit it, the healer already helped her countless times in the Initiations. She might not even have made it this far without her. Besides, if the Pilgrim's accpeted them they would be part of the same faction. Sinner or not, Vale never attacked a comrade.

"Maybe." she answered, as they approached Nacoma for the final time.