Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10320381-20160528050238/@comment-5999656-20160531033707

Automne Reynard stood near the center of the room which was slowly filling up as more and more Faunus streamed in. She was wearing the same grey visor that everybody else was. Surprising - it didn't obscure her range of vision too much. It did, however, give her the impression of being one of the crowd, which for now she couldn't tell whether it was a good thing or not.

The White Fang had fascinated her ever since she'd found out about them. Even after their mode of operation grew more violent, that idea of the oppressed claiming by force what should have belonged to them through birthright sounded like a natural path for bringing change. She was here, not necessarily to sign up as another faceless grunt, but to see exactly what their idealogy and goals were, and how they planned to achieve them.

None of her teammates knew she was here. Even if she told them, it's probable they wouldn't have believed her. Mild-mannered, witty Automne joining a terrorist organization? Impossible. Either way, she was here to satisfy her curiosity for good. TV coverage couldn't be trusted, with the ranging political opinions of the hosts blurring the objective truth of this movement.

If the White Fang knew what they were doing and how to go about reaching their goals in a clear and organized manner, then she was going to join up. If they were a bunch of mindless thugs following preachy figureheads, then this really was an aimless terrorist organization catering to the demands of the disappointed masses.

So let's see what's up, Automne mused.