Levant is best tho

I found him in the left half of the stadium opposite me, taking a seat in the seventh row of the fourth section.

The Taste in the Air
LV17
Isaac Fallow

I memorized his face carefully, Observing him. He was a Faunus, of course, though he kept his forked tongue mostly hidden. I saw his breath slightly and confirmed what his profile said when the tips of the muscle touch his teeth in two places as it sampled the air; a small thing that most wouldn’t have noticed, but…well, I had good eyes. Emotional state…he wasn’t particularly nervous, which could have been good or bad, but he was barely watching the Coliseum floor or the matches that were slowly beginning.

A slight shift in perspective and I saw the radio signals being drawn his way. He was receiving things from all around him, drawing them in through his Aura with what I confirmed to be his Semblance, but he didn’t seem to be transmitting anything, at least not at the moment. A few more glances at his profile didn’t tell me anything I couldn’t have figured out on my own; loyal to the White Fang, he was an information broker who skimmed information in transit to gather things for the White Fang. I made a note to take that into account when it came to being paranoid and to warn my grandmother about the potential dangers. On the upside, the range didn’t seem to be that great from what I could see of the ability, which probably made the ability a bit less useful than it might be otherwise.

Other than that, I didn’t spot anything particularly dangerous. He didn’t seem to be carrying any weapons and probably wouldn’t have been a danger even without it. The power of information was not to be underestimated, but even from her I was pretty sure I could take him out easily enough.

But instead, I reached out to him. The sight of him had given me an idea and…well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

“Hello, Mr. Fallow,” I said in the voice of Jian Bing, though my body’s lips didn’t move. Levant was the one who gave the words breath in my steed, weaving the air into a quiet voice positioned right by Fallow’s ear. I saw the man jump and turn reflexively, stiffening when he saw that there was nothing there. His Aura stretched out slightly, flaring into a hood or a dish, and I touched it deliberately with my own power. I gave that a second to sink in before continuing. “No need to look around, Mr. Fallow; I’m nowhere near you right now. I take it you know who I am? You can whisper back, if you like; I can hear you just fine from here—and I’ll make sure no one else overhears.”

He was silent and still for a moment, glancing around subtly—not looking for me, I don’t think, but rather glancing at those around him. The seat to his left was empty for the moment, but he was surrounded on all other sides. Nonetheless, I saw his lips twitch slightly and smiled.

“Jian Bing,” He said, voice quite enough that even if there hadn’t been a cheering crowd, the person beside him likely wouldn’t have heard. None of which mattered to Levant, of course; the Air Elemental could feel the vibration of air, however soft it was, and simply whispered it into my ear with a slight adjustment in volume. At the same time, the words died a short distance from his lips, fading into the air as they were consumed.