Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-22854550-20160416005025

| Ferrum plopped down against the wall, crossing his arms. He'd swiped an entire watermelon from the supplies before some guy had told him to go out and patrol the perimeter. Like heck was he gonna listen to any of these edgelord posers. A being of his stature and power should be leader, not a grunt.

He snapped Remina's blades open and used it to slice the melon. He took a big bite and savored it a moment. Wow, what a crappy melon. If only his mom was there to make watermelon shaved ice or something. Always helped him with his schemes.

On the bright side, his new uniform wasn't too much different from his usual combat armor. The white was kinda tacky, though, and he had to have the White Fang symbol instead of his emblem. Like, how dare they.

Melon in one hand, a stick in the other, he doodled in the dirt, childishly illustrating the various ways he wanted to humiliate the head of the White Fang. Maybe cover him in orange peels. Or he could put a shunk in his room.

He'd been cursing the prick for the past few weeks. The bull faunus must have anticipated his demonic attacks because nothing was sticking. Not even a head cold!

A fitting nemesis.

Ferrum scowled, taking another bite of his watermelon. 