Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151229011006/@comment-26571677-20151229034957

While others stared at the sights below, the mysterious, purple-clad figure leaned against the wall, not paying any heed to the commotion around him. Anyone that approached him was met by silence, and assumed that he was just another stereotypical silent guy. Which he was, in a way. He still would've enjoyed some conversation, he just didn't like starting one.

He looked around, taking in the surroundings, nothing really caught his eye besides the other ships outside the window and a boy dressed in a strange orange jacket that had a hexagonal pattern, glowing with power, filled with Dust.

What caught his attention even more though, was the boy's tail. It was a rusty colour, long and curved with coarse fur. Quite cool, if Asper did say so himself. Others didn't seem to shake his view though, and he heard multiple jeers and calls from the other students.

Racists.

Amilanthior hated racists.

-Some time later-

The boy clad in a purple hood jumped off the bullhead, happy to stretch and shake off the long trip. Inside the large vessel, the cleaning crew would find a group of potential students, each either unconscious or moaning in pain. But there were no lasting injuries, just bruises and lots of pain.

In his absent mindedness, he had failed to step out of the way of a girl, Raven-haired and wearing an amusing hoodie. It had two ears on top, and was coloured sky blue. Strange, but nothing that warranted full thought. He could only imagine that it was some sort of tradition.

But again, he'd failed to see her, and bumped into her slightly as she ran into the campus. Perplexed, he turned in the opposite direction to see what she was running from, and saw a group of laughing students, with the most punchable sneers on their faces.

To top that off, they were assholes, complete arseholes which turned his vision red. He pulled on the hood of his cloak, and was preparing to give them a piece of his mind when his job was done for him.

A massive girl had started to absolutely destroy them, and moans of pain could already be heard through the docking bay. All but one escaped her wrath, and he started to run away. He was sneaky, but not good enough. Asper pulled out Arkhalis, and activated his semblance around him. He then proceeded to trip the boy up, and pin him to the ground.

"So, why were you yelling after that girl in the hoodie?" Asper asked,

"She was Faunus scum" the kid replied, arrogance still present on his face, "And she'll be sorry she ever crawled out of that hole she came from to beg-Oof!"

His stomach boiled in anger, and his nostrils flared. He'd had enough of this, which is why he'd landed his foot square on the bastard's stomach.

"Right then matey" Asper whispered, face alight with a cold smile, "I want you to tell your little friends when they wake up, that if they lay a finger on any Faunus in the school, they'll deal with me. Cause when you're raised by a Faunus mother, you consider all of them family." He stopped speaking, waiting for his words to sink in. "Got it?"

When the boy nodded, his face met Asper's fist.

--

Kinaver preferred working alone, he didn't try to talk with anyone, and made no attempt to draw attention to himself. He was here to get stronger, and stronger he would be. His life wasn't his own anymore, he owed it to everyone in his family, including his father, to stay alive, and enjoy the life that they would never have.

So when others came near him, he saw them all as annoyances, sometimes even threats to him and his mission. He was doing fine at not looking anyone in the eye until his orange ones met the amaranth eyes of another boy who avoided the crowd, just like him.

In those piercing eyes, Kinaver saw a weariness, a look that he recognised. This student. This student was the same as Kinaver, and that was a fate that the redhead would have wished on not even his worst enemies. In that moment, he knew, that if he were to have one friend on Beacon, it would be that kid.

A jeer distracted him, a person with neon green hair, style in a fringe that covered his right eye. The person was laughing at Kinaver's tail, and was throwing insults at the thylacine Faunus, as if the offended cared, which he very much didn't. He'd gone through this his whole life, and it didn't bother him at all anymore.

But it did seem to bother the person he'd recently made eye-contact with. And the person stood up, with an expression alight with the fire of anger and fists balled, ready to brawl.

When Kinaver stepped off the large ship, the racist had been left moaning and in pain on the main deck. He looked around, and felt the light, but present breeze sweeping across the indutrialised, but still quite decorated docking bay.

He heard mocking laughter to his left, and spared a second of thought, and two for a look. A girl was being harassed, probably another Faunus if anything. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw the girl wearing dark sunglasses, no person would wear those in a day like this.

Halfway to the entrance, a boom of sound swept through him, rippling across his body. He turned in surprise as a massively built girl tearing through the small crowd of dickheads that had been laughing at the girl earlier. She was strong, but seemed to lack social skills.

He chuckled for a second, more of a 'heh' than a laugh, and proceeded to walk to the entrance.

He could already tell that this was going to be interesting.