Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-10320381-20160528050238/@comment-5426254-20160530175823

''Sorry I'm a bit late, I was busy with schoolwork and Anime North. With that out of the way ... -GL''

Carmine Ravenholme was taking a little stroll by the docks when he saw a line at the warehouse.

What the hell is going on?

Suddenly, he bumped into a nearby dog Faunus looking for directions.

"'Scuse me, sir? Is this the line for the meeting?"

"What meeting?"

"The White Fang meeting! I can't wait to join them for the first time!"

The dog Faunus looked to be about a young boy of 16 years old, with scars and scratches on his golden retriever ears. And yet, he was giddy enough to join the White Fang.

For Carmine, it was another matter entirely.

''Shit! This is a White Fang meeting!? No. Gotta stay calm, gotta stay cool. Think, Carmine, think!''

"Yeah, great! Yippee," he replied, with a less than enthusiastic tone.

"Hey mister! You planning to join us?"

"Um, sure?"

"Awesome! Wait, what's your name, mister?"

"Um, it's Carmine. Carmine Ravenholme."

"Ravenholme, eh? You're a bird Faunus? That's so cool! I've never seen one before! They're so rare and awesome and stuff! Can ya show me a few neat tricks?"

"Sorry kid, I can't. I don't have any ... tricks."

"Why? Wait - are you not a Faunus?"

The student tensed up as he realized what the kid was talking about.

"Hey mister, are you alright? Did I say something wrong?"

"What? Oh, nothing. It's just that ... I don't have any feathers, or wings, or claws, or tricks because ... these human bastards took them away from me!"

The young boy had a look of guilt on his face, believing that he had touched a nerve with a Faunus that underwent a severe traumatic experience.

"I mean, the scars might have healed and shit, but the pain ... I can still feel it, every single day and night! I can't even go to sleep without thinking about it -"

"Oh man, I am so sorry! You must have had it rough, mister! Compared to you, a few bullies kicking me in the gut and nearly ripping my ears off would be a massage! Need a tissue?"

"Thanks for hearing me out, but I'm fine."

He felt all sorts of emotions coming out of that exchange - the guilt of lying to the boy, the relief for averting suspicion, and embarrassing amusement over how his melodramatic acting actually worked.

''He's a good kid. I wonder why good kids like him want to join douchebags like the White Fang?'' --- Once it was time to receive their masks, Carmine put it on and followed the instructions, heading into the area full of new recruits. Despite the four slots, his peripheral vision was not affected, with small horizontal lines being placed in front of his eyes.

''Okay. Once the presentation starts, I'll wait for an opportunity, a distraction and then bust my ass out of here. The question is when, where, and who.''