Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20170119014916

"You're acting like a spoiled child." Garron crossed his arms, staring down at the petulent teen in front of him. The only charge of his present just glared icily.

Sad part? It's quite literal, as ice began to form behind the man, wrenching a sigh from his lips. The tall Huntsman uncrossed his arms, his silver hair swaying across his stern, if handsome, features as a crossbreeze swept through the bullhead. He was tall and broad in his armor, helmet in one hand, longsword in the other, looking for the world like an armored knight. The steel was well forged and slightly ornate, only having a few scratches from general wear on the last mission he went on.

The younger male looked quite his opposite. Midnight blue hair that brightened towards the tips was left messy, bangs hanging over eyes of the same color. Well, almost, as right against the iris is a small ring of amber. Whereas Garron's face was mostly unmarred, the youth's held several scars: most prominant of which ran diagonal across his left eye down to his right cheek. He wore a single spaulder on his left side, clawed gauntlets, and a chestpiece beneath a collared jacket. The metal is a darker silver while the cloth is blue lined in the same shade. A green shirt lay beneath his chestpiece, and he wore jeans, greaves, and combat boots. His weapon laid against the chair next to him, a paired sword and knife combination.

"Nox, you know your enrollment is at risk after your latest, two week venture off into Mystral. Ozpin wants you here-"

"Where he can watch me."

"Where you can stop being an antisocial, broody, emo jackass and actually make some friends outside of your team. You are his student, despite your extracurricular activities, and he doesn't want to toss you out if he thinks you can do well."

"Right." The student sighed, crossing his arms. The ice behind Garron began to fade away as he was slightly mollified.

"Mmm...where are the other two?"

"Fuck if I know."

"Language."

"Suck a co-" 