Bianca's Links
Bianca's blank face seemingly brightens as she gives a cheerful thumbs up.
Apparently the two enjoy collaborating.
"I love Bianca!! She's super super cool and really talented! Oh she just has the coolest ideas and I love love love helping her with making props and building sets. She's got a great eye for art and always gets ideas that I just gotta bring to life. They’re also super nice! Well, outside of rehearsal anyways, pffft~"
Bianca taps her long fingers together a few times in thought. A distant humming sound emanates from somewhere unknown. A low, empty sound, as if it were coming from within something hollow. She eventually nods, just once.
They are not friends, nor strangers, yet she pities him somehow.
"Bianca and I do not cross paths very often, as I tend to be working in The Sanctuary. However Kit invites me to the odd play here and there when I'm available, and Bianca is always there to greet me. They...are not very talkative. I think she's a very pleasant individual, but I can't help but feel like she's looking...through me, during our conversations. Perhaps I'm being ridiculous."
Bianca nods and forms an “OK" with one hand.
Looks like they get along.
"Bianca's a weird one! They've always got a whole list of supply requests and I can never get to all of em at once! I don't mind though~ I always love a good excuse to travel around the Astral Pocket, even if she asks me to get the weirdest things. It's a little embarrassing but uh, I don't actually understand most of what she says, ahaha."
Bianca taps the bottom of her mask a few times, drawing three red lines in imitation of Maddock's before making a shushing motion. The lines fade away as she shakes her head.
They do not speak much, but words could never convey the fire in his soul.
"I don't like her. I help fix stuff at the theatre sometimes because I like the movies there, but they give me the creeps. Doesn't help that it won't stop fucking staring at me whenever I go there and it's weird as all hell. I don't know what her problem is and it doesn't look like they'd tell me anyways. We don't talk much and I intend to keep it that way."
Bianca joyfully claps twice, though no apparent sound emanates from its palms. She proceeds to calmly gesture as if she were explaining the notes of a slow, whimsical melody, or perhaps the gentle flow of a river.
She holds the fellow theatre enthusiast and old soul in high regard.
"This one's fascinated by the mannerism of the one who calls itself 'Bianca'. Their lack of vocal speech makes it interesting to hold a conversation with her. This one quite enjoys the plays she holds in the theater house, those acts never fail to make this one stand up and applaud."
Bianca cheerfully tilts her head from side to side to the tune of a song nobody else could hear. They make vague writing gestures in the air while nodding along.
From the looks of it, they find the odd gentleman quite the entertaining conversationalist. The two perhaps enjoy sharing drafts with one another over tea.
“I quite enjoy Bianca. Although she may not speak much at all I, myself, find that she holds a wonderful conversation. Bianca may use no such thing as words yet she is just as expressive through actions”, There is a small pause as Newton seemingly takes in a small breath, “I am always chuffed to bits when they allow me to accompany them, and of course, one could never forget to mention Bianca’s theatre! It is absolutely to coo over!”
She gestures rather enthusiastically before guiding your gaze towards an old antique gramophone. Turns out that's just how her radio looks. They appear to be quite fond of lending an ear to the show if it happens to be on during her free time.
“Our kind old lady theatre director!!!! BIANCA!!! I ADORE her! They don’t talk BUT I DON’T MIND. Sometimes you can be the MOST expressive without a mouth!” *He said raising a finger.* “PLUS…” *He leans down to whisper loudly.* “She is vErY fluffy! I’m glad they don’t mind my ink when I hug them!” Lestes has a good view on her, he very much enjoys watching her directed plays and odd films.
Bianca clasps her hands together and cutely tilts her head. It finds the young man rather charming apparently. She believes it's nice to meet youth who're dilligent, and that the lad has a good heart.
"Bianca!" Mamoru practically chirps, tail swishing beneath the heavy drag of his coat. "She's really sweet- you should go see her sometime." He shuffles through the stack of paper and a handful of knickknacks in his hands, sheafs left to float in place while he looks for something. After a moment he pulls free with a few candies, half of which are offered out to you. "Here- they're from granny. You should really try one! It's super good!" Upon closer inspection, they appear to be horehound candies. Oh boy.
Bianca happily claps her hands and nods at the mention of Sawyer. Why yes! They are quite familiar, as it tends to be with any frequent visitor of the theatre. She briefly adjusts her glasses before making a few odd and nonspecific gestures towards her mask and body. Something about identity?
Sawyer spun in the air whimsically. "Ah, theatre! Bianca runs my favorite one!" Sawyer pretends to act out several movies during conversation. "The films are amazing, such talent! Such grace!" Sawyer laughed happily. "I can learn SOOOOO much about people there! It's such a fun time! I recommend you visit!" Sawyer tosses a flyer and address at you.
Bianca quietly taps her clawed fingers atop the table, her head lowering slightly. Is it pity? Is it concern? That she does not know. It slowly shakes its head from side to side, gently marking a small X at the center of her face and placing her hands on her lap as it slowly fades away. She knows that child is far from naive, but the current mask they wear is perhaps leading them astray.
"I feel a sort of kinship with her. It's the experience of clawing your way out of harsh environments to survive, not that anyone could tell by looking at them. Which you can argue is a good thing." They prop their hands on their hips, their tail swaying somewhat impatiently. "Years of peace have clearly gotten them to soften up. I still respect them of course, but I don't need their help." A small pause. "Still, they're quite charming."
Bianca simply nods respectfully. She regards him as a kind friend and compatriot who's been with her through hard times. It's still always happy to play a few games when they come to town.
"Yes, the Madame. She is quite a dear." They draw the 6 of Hearts from their deck; the patterns are a little faded. "She's come a long way since our first meeting. I'm sure they're proud."
Bianca nods, a rather chipper and excited gesture despite the movement maintaining the same sluggish pace of all her movements. There's never a day where she doesn't enjoy mingling with friends. The old lady gestures, towards the same old collections and stage, but remains enthusiastic throughout the silent demonstrations. By the time they reach the sitting room, the coffee should be just about ready. Perhaps it should've prepared some cake.
"Ah, yes, hello my long-necked friend! Do you have any new antiques to show? Any good shows put on in the theater lately? I'd love to catch up over some plum dumplings and coffee!"