Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151229011006/@comment-26571677-20151231113636

Amilanthior waited for the line to move as students clamoured for food. It was tedious having to stand there with an empty plate to say the least. All while the delicious smells of roasted meats and the outdoor isn scent of vegetables wafted through the air in a palpable cloud.

When he finally got to his food, there was little left of the chicken and beef he was going after, and he grumpily cut off meagre slices of what was left. Then, he reached the bowl of fruit, and there was a single, lone apple left.

He reached out to grab it, before he felt an almost ethereal feeling of uneasiness course through him, the feeling of being watched. It was unnatural, and sent a shiver down his spine, despite the rather warm temperatures.

Slowly, he drew his hand back, and walked away from the dining table. But it stayed with him, and now Asper was very, very unsettled. He looked around for company, for some form of life he could communicate with, hoping that it would drive the feeling away.

Nowhere caught his fancy, until he saw two girls sitting together on a table with drunkards littered around it. They were the very definition of contrast just at a look.

One was big and built like a tank. She had the smell of alcohol so strong on her, that you could catch it from a mile away. She wore army clothes, and had the look of a soldier...besides the beer bottles and cigarette she held to her mouth. On her back, she carried a massive shield of some sort. It made her look like a turtle, and he fought to keep his face straight, even as he felt the foreign entity wrench in his gut.

The other was the girl he had seen earlier in that day. She was short and slender, from what he could see, she was also a well-spoken type, she kept to herself. Now that he had a better look at her, he could analyse the strange hoodie more closely. The image on it looked childish, but Asper knew better than to judge on appearances. It was obviously merchandise from some popular show he'd forgotten the name to. She wore dark sunglasses, even inside, and he felt quite sure that they hid Faunus eyes, although he didn't know what to expect.on her legs, she wore no visible armour, and they looked like they had been practically made for parkour.

He walked stiffly to the table, gritting his teeth as the feeling became stronger and stronger, and...stopped. He was a metre from the girls sitting on the table, and the urge in his stomach just poofed away. He sighed in relief, shoulders relaxing, and muscles loosening.

Then he realised what it looked like, he was staring at the girls, static and frozen mid-step, looking as if he'd just taken a dose of mariduasta, a recreational drug meant for relaxation. The girls were looking at him too, and he felt his face flush.

In embarrassment, he asked quietly, "Mind if I sit here?"

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Kinaver tailed the purple-clad person, tail uncovered, watching him closely. What made people turn even more, was the items on his food-tray. A single Apple. He hadn't felt very hungry, and had decided to eat fruit alone.

Without noticing, his tail swayed and knocked someone's drink onto the ground. That person yelled out a 'Hey!' And stood up, puffing his chest out whole facing the redhead Faunus.

"You gon' apologise fo' dat?"

Kinaver looked up warily, he'd seen enough fights for the day, and didn't want to be involved in one himself.

"Yeah, sorry about that man, wasn't looking where I was going"

The teen didn't seem to like that, and sneered with a mocking look on his face.

"I'm not sure that you've learnt yo' lesson boi! Now lick my boot clean, you filthy animal, that's all you're good for, innit!?"

Kinaver's eyes flared. Maybe he did want to be in a fight after all...

"Listen, I'm going to give you five seconds to back off before I beat your illiterate posterior"

He didn't like that. Not. One. Bit. He just grinned, and spread his arms.

Kinaver smiled, and was about to deliver a fast knuckle-jab to the man's temples when a feeling of dread and despair overcame him, akin to the type he'd felt on the day his sister'day died. With this, he collapsed onto his knees, gasping for breath, and only barely resisting the urge to scream.

"Well, well, guess I'm just gonna beat ya down like my old bitch back home, huh?"

He raised his foot, but Kinaver didn't even see it, he only heard a crack of bone on bone, an crunch as a nose broke, and the *fwump* of a body falling to the ground. Little did he know, the boy he'd been tailing had just delivered a roundhouse punch, breaking the bully's nose, and rendering him out-for-the-count.

Then, the whole table arose, the occupants had an angry look on their faces, and all 5 of them pulled out weapons that ranged from shotgun-swords, to spears with rifle barrels in them.

While gasping for breath, and barely retaining consciousness, he heard the boy in purple and black mutter, "Shit."