Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20140208203835/@comment-24416658-20140209050110

Tanner took a step back. He liked the talkative bloke, but he couldn't really sympathize with the other, less social one. Ah well, guess it comes with the territory. He cleared his throat.

"Well, mainly, I joined up to have a hog-killin' time!" Tanner saw the confused looks on their faces. "That means a good time. Where was I? Oh right, and I had a bit of a difficulty with my dear parents, so I decided, what the hell, might as well become a Hunter! So, here I stand, ready to head to Beac'n! And may I say, it is looking as fine as cream gravy!"

Tanner looked out the window as Beacon started to come into view. He smiled. He'd been waiting a long time, constantly dreaming of his tales of Hunters who performed great deeds or Cowboys who could defeat Grimm with only a six-shooter. He turned to the two faunus.

"Well what are y'all sittin' down for? Pony up, you two! The view's mighty fine, if I do say so myself!"