Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20151016153337/@comment-8723280-20151022235039

The girl just blinked at the obvious animosity between the two, not comprehending that there was a past that needed closure, and a lot of unfinished business. She didn't notice the glares that Vert gave to Vale, being very pointed at whom his message was aimed at nor did she notice all the moves Vale was making to annoy and provoke Vert.

Marie did, however, catch the words that the other girl spoke, and gave a confused glance towards her. Although something churned in her stomach, akin to fluttering, and maybe she was right about how scary she was. Her hand itched for Raining Monarch, or at least her arrows, but they got taken away as a precaution, like the rest of her teammate's weapons. Even the kid's far-too-big-for-her-size cleaver.

It didn't stop her attempts at being friendly with her though, as they waited.

"My name's Mariposa, or Marie, or whatever you like to call me! Though nothing mean that wouldn't be very nice but whatever, I go to Beacon too! Like Vert over there!" She exclaimed, pointing a dainty, tanned finger at the green-haired boy. "I'm team leader, though." It was mentioned in passing before she continued, smoothing out her skirt.

"I'm here cause well like, why not? It's a Huntress's job," The social butterfly mimicked, with a chirp. "To defend people! To keep the peace and all of that like Headmaster Ozpin says, and sometimes people like to be mean and try to stop that, and try to hurt people. It's the right thing to do!"

Her hand went for her bow, but jarred back to her side at the uncharacteristic presence of air, instead of solid, cool metal. She smoothed out her skirt again.

''It's fine, it's cool. Nothing is wrong. You know where it is, nothing to worry about. ''

Her internal reassurances didn't help to calm her fidgeting, an action that could be mistaken for a quirk of her energy. Marie hoped the older man wouldn't take too long.