Angel With Broken Wings

105 - Mash Burnedead, Kat Ride and the Interesting Interview (3)

[THIRD PERSON POV]

As Mash slammed his foot down, Orter was quick in manipulating his sand magic, a cushion appearing around the back of his head and grasping around the black haired teen's foot. "Sand blocked." Mash observed, tensing up as he gets grabbed and dragged to the middle of the room. Three different ships of sand shoot towards him, one wrapping around his other foot while the other two go around his wrists. "It's over."

Orter's voice came out coldly, 008 watching in terror as he cried out for the boy, "Mash!!" Another pillar of sand shoots toward the trapped boy, but instead of piercing through the teen it pierced through a large hand that came out from the ground. Blood splattered across the ground as Mash freed himself from his bindings, moving quickly to throw back on his uniform he discarded. "What now?" He questions bluntly, eyeing the pierced hand even as it disappears.

'He's already free from the sand shackles?' Orter eyes the boy with slight surprise at his sudden freedom, Mash fiddling with his wrist weights as he utters out, "Phew...violence really isn't the answer." At that moment a set of footsteps echo out into the long hall, a white haired Visionary with his two marks shaped like a cross on his right cheek entering with a loud yawn. Everyone was silent in the room, eyes planted on the newcomer to the fray - the Immortal Cane, Renatus Revol.

"Huh? I can't seem to remember why I'm here." He spoke with a hum, crossing his arms over his chest as he tilts his head to the side. "Oh?" Mash lets out a small noise of surprise, eyeing the Visionary carefully as he continues, "Why am I here again?" Mash tilts his own head to the side at that question, commenting halfheartedly, "Well, I don't know..." Renatus merely nodded at those words, his arms remaining crossed against his chest, "Same."

"What a weirdo..." Mash muttered, staring at the Visionary who quickly puts a hand to his forehead in frustration, "Gah! C'mon it's on the tip of my tongue...ugh..." He grunted as he began tapping his foot against the ground in impatience, speaking to Mash once more, "Cheer me on! I almost got it..." The sudden request made Mash blank for a moment before he complied, "Uh, if you can't do it, no one can!"

"Pipe down, I'm trying to concentrate." The sudden scolding made Mash blank again, Orter and 008 watching the confrontation with a different mix of emotions. "But–" Mash gets cut off before he could retort, "Ah! You've been granted permission to succeed to the next stage..."

Meanwhile, Kat lets out a loud sigh as she lays her back against the seats, impatience clear in her eyes as she stares up at the Bureau ceiling. "This is taking longer than Dot and Lance's...I hope Mash is okay." She mutters softly, covering her eyes with her elbow as she tossed an arm over her face. She wasn't worried for herself, already prepared to handle whatever gets thrown at her, but she was still frustrated at the wasting of her time. "Grr...I just want to know already."

She moves herself swiftly back into a seated position, pushing herself off her spot with her hands to stand before taking a few steps forward. "Well, this is a first." A female voice speaks out calmly, causing Kat to turn her head and land her gaze on a black haired woman with magenta coloured eyes. "Shouldn't you have had your interview already?" Sophina Biblia questioned, her voice was kind despite the obvious judgemental look in her magenta eyes.

Kat merely shrugged, looking in the direction where her friends has departed to and let out a deep sigh. "Maybe...? My friend, Mash, was called back hours ago and his interview is going longer than Dot or Lance's." Her eyes narrowed at the words the strawberry blonde teenager spoke, her feet moving slowly toward the girl before she stopped directly in front of her. Kat felt slightly intimidated, knowing this woman was a Visionary and also unsure if she would act the same as Orter did – attack first, ask questions later – and it made her tense.