The completely covered woman didn’t react physically to her companion’s words. “Sure I will. Looking down from here is a great way of finding surface thoughts. Especially when they don’t look up.”
“You could always call attention to yourself.”
The blue and black woman scoffed. “Like hell I would, Khaalida.”
“That’s right, how can an attention whore call more attention-” Khaalida had meant to cut herself off with a sip of her tea, but as she was then sucking at air, with an empty cup, it just sounded silly. “Did you just-”
“No,” came the lie.
“I hate you.” Khaalida dropped the cup over the railing and walked away. When it crashed, all of the applicants looked up to see the concealed woman, glowering down at them.
“Ow, really?” Tatsu complained, pushing some fragments of glass away with her foot. She wasn’t looking up with the rest of them.
The other woman followed after Khaalida, then went off in a different direction, not interested in ending up where the older woman was going.
Above, two other people watched Tatsu. They didn’t look at each other. They didn’t really like each other, so that was just fine. The fact they were doing this at the same time was annoying enough as it was.
“I hear the little girl is Isha’s,” said the woman donned from head to toe in cloth. It was dark blues and black. It bound her up so well you couldn’t see much of a shape other than to claim humanoid. Her voice was muffled by the fabric which both clung and hung freely in front of her face. Maybe if one was lucky, they might see her eyes between that and what hung down from her forehead.
Perhaps that was unlucky.
The other person standing with her was an older woman, silver hair brought to a bun at the nape of her neck. Her cloak was inconspicuous, hiding her body which wasn’t as frail as one might think for her nondescript aged age. She sipped at her tea, looking down below.
“Isha’s, huh?” She watched Tatsu move off the field. “Does she know that?”
The obscured woman leaned further over the railing, staring down at the girl below. What she was looking at was Tatsu’s face, her eyes. “I don’t think so.”
“Sure about that? Try again.”
He didn’t budge in the slightest. Maybe because she had no leverage, or maybe something else. In any case, the Elite looked over at their watcher, waiting for her to call it off. The woman began to write something down.
“All right, that’s en-”
Then Tatsu bit him in the ankle. The Elite flinched and though he didn’t lose his balance, he shifted off of her shoulder enough for her to pull herself away. Then, with a shriek, she was on him. Four feet tall, Tatsu still had all of that muscle she was showing off earlier. And, perhaps more importantly, she did in fact have one of the traits that she had claimed earlier to have.
She played dirty. Her hand went right up between his legs, squeezing in a not very welcome way on a couple of things that were perhaps important to him.
The man went down, though he had enough self control not to start whimpering. Tatsu threw herself at him again, elbow down on the side of his head.
“Thank you, Miss Tatsu, that will be enough. Your examination is over.”
Tatsu barely stopped herself in time, glancing up at the pen going back and forth over the paper. “Oh. Okay.” She got back to her feet, rubbing her mouth off with the back of her hand. “Yuck.”
The more well behaved applicants looked amongst themselves, then waited for their turns.