Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20160207063839/@comment-25582638-20160531021109

“Pardon my intrusion....” the young woman said politely before entering the room. The rebel kept to herself again as she stood by window.

Though unruffled on the surface, Mavelle was taken a back of the heiress' perceived hostility towards her. She didn't know exactly why but her intuition said that the mistress did something bad, inducing Fen to act that way at someone, in anyway, connected to the mistress. The song thrush faunus has reached this kind of hypothesis with Raizel's reaction as the first reference followed by Fen.

She haven't met Cyzarine in person yet, only came in contact just today through messages. In addition to that, she doesn't know the whole story, thus she has nothing to say on this matter. Hopefully, the mistress will solve whatever the issue is sooner or the others might suffer from this complication.

Truly worrisome. But that's all she can do.

After discerning that the two ended their conversation and Fen gave way to her, Mavelle muttered “excuse me” at the heiress before taking her seat beside the bed. She took a mental note at the change of vibe from Fen. No, as a matter of fact, it worsened.

“Ms. Platinum Roads. The process may take a bit longer due to the extent of your injuries.” the young woman notified as she lightly clasped Platinum's hand with both of her hands.

“Please bear with me.”

As soon as Mavelle closed her eyes, her Aura, brown in color, shone brighter, making the color lighter than usual bordering white. The casting time of her semblance, Sequential Reconstruction, has already begun as the atmosphere felt cooler. Four seconds later, Platinum was suddenly encompassed with the same light from Mavelle.

The process repeated four times with four seconds of casting time and then ten seconds worth of repeated healing of injuries. Total time: 56 seconds.

One may say that the process isn't that long. For Mavelle, however, she's trying to be considerate as much as possible. She knew she could stop healing the girl after the second round. The wounds were already closed and contusions are no more. But if she stopped right there, Platinum's wounds, especially the worse ones, will leave some scars.

She isn't the type of person to stoop so low to settle for “okay” results when you can actually give all your best helping others.

The song thrush faunus took a deep breath then exhaled slowly while letting go of Platinum's hand. She was sweating a lot yet her poise haven't wavared.

The young woman stood up and slightly leaned her torso forward. She carefully lifted Platinum's head by supporting the nape as she began unwrapping the bandages on her forehead. Mavelle's small smile returned upon seeing the successful outcome of her effort.

“There you go.” she said without losing a single breath.

The rebel could only blink at what happened. Just by judging silvery-white hair girl's exposed skin, it seemed to be back to normal. And by mean normal, it's like the wounds weren't there in the first place. Aura can heal to some extent but a healing Semblance took it to the next level. This only served as a short distraction to glanc at Fen and then at Platinum.

“Oh, I'll leave her to your care now. I have go and notify the doctor to prepare her discharge papers, okay?” Mavelle looked at Fen and Raizel. “Please help your friend take off the bandages. That's all.”

“R-Right.”

With her job done, the song thrush faunus strode towards the door while giving Platinum a small wave that went unnoticed to the two girls, praying that everything will be okay at the back of her mind. --- 3 minutes later

Cyzarine appeared on the corridor where Platinum's room was situated. Her light green hair was a bit drenched from the rain that recently poured in when she reached the hospital. The color of her skin has returned back to normal but it doesn't mean she's totally fine. She only ditched mask and oxygen tank to move faster.

The young girl paused, eyeing the room she wanted to get in.

At the corner of her eye, she saw a familiar woman sitting on the crowded waiting area near the counter of nurses. She have only seen Mavelle in pictures. One thing for sure, they have never met in person before 'til now.

Cyzarine recalled the day when her little sister joyfully talked about the likeable, big sister figure from the orphanage but at the same time, remembered that Mavelle is the daughter of the late disowned heiress of a wealthy family from Mistral. And a former sex slave.

The young girl shook her head upon discerning that she's thinking too much again, banged it on the wall to punish herself. She's not here to list the facts about Mavelle nor see a doctor. She's here for her three former teammates, right? She's procrastinating again. That impending rejection was what she was afraid of.

Even so, she came this far to face it.

The young girl gazed at her gloved right hand as she gulped down the saliva. Shakily, she removed the glove and put it in a pocket, folding up the sleeve to expose her forearm before clenching the hand into fist.

''I want to understand them. I want to be understood. I don't want any misunderstanding between us anymore''

Cyzarine's feet began walking again, void of hesitance, ready to submit to whatever will happen to her beyond the door.

I will use it --- 3 minutes earlier

Raizel was feeling cold. She wanted to help remove the bandages but for obvious reasons, she cannot do just that. The heiress' actions solidified that fact.

She clenched her fists inside the pockets at the thought of it.

Just kill me already

“Guys,” all of a sudden, the rebel spoke in a slightly strong tone to get the duo's attention. Her hands were almost at the same level as her shoulders, both an act of surrendering and being resigned to whatever will happen from here on. There was a moment of silence and hesitance from Raizel.

Nevertheless, she didn't let it stop her from what she absolutely wanted from the start even though she was utterly terrified of it.

She doesn't want this to go on. It's killing her every single minute as she watched this chance slip away slip away from her clutches.

“Look, just hear me out. Please. It's just.....” the rebel catched her breath, her heart beating erratically as she pushed herself to continue. “I don't expect you to forgive me for the second time. But I'm sorry for starting this sh*t (losing temper at Fen's joke)..... and continued it. I mean me siding with Cyzarine and going with along with her to try do something that we're actually incapable of. I thought I'm doing something right where in fact it was....... unneeded in my part because I made it worst big time.”

Raizel turned slightly to the left side and wiped the tears that were dangerously about to trickle down her cheek.

“That's why I'm really sorry but you don't have to forgive me, alright? I just wanted to let you know that..... I'm aware of my faults and doing something about them and, uh, I know that I'm not good enough to be on a team. That's...... all of it. Tell me if I forgot something to apologize because..... No, whatever those are, I'll fix them too. I-I just don't want to let this go on forever between us.... ”

It's painful

Raizel had finished her piece. That's all she could say. That's all she could think of. That's the longest apology she ever made.

But this vulnerability, in a whole new level...... left her very weak in her knees.