#allbain

[qrowbadluckcharm]

@allbain​ asked: we could call it even ( fennec )

“If we do, what happens next?”

[erudite-rebel]

Closed Starter for @allbain!

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The scent of warm, tropical air was heaven after the days of stagnant sea air. There was something about sailing that you never really noticed - that even the pleasantness of salt spray or the wood of the boat were so little in comparison to land. It was doubly so in comparison to the fragrant wind that blew from Menagerie. 

Barty viewed the island with a mixture of pain and happiness. He wasn’t a resident, and doubted he ever would be. The island was a reminder of being pushed aside, and he had his mission elsewhere with Ozpin. But he still felt a real sense of warmth and belonging as he walked off the boat and was surrounded by people just like him.

He spotted one of the Albain brothers after a moment, the shorter of the two, Fennec. He lifted a hand in acknowledgement. He hadn’t known them long before he’d left the White Fang, but from what he remembered he’d liked them. Fennec had a love of word play, and Corsac... 

Well. He was tenacious.

“Hello there,” he said, giving Fennec a little bow of his head. His hair was shining brightly in the hot sun and already he was sweating. He was glad for packing so much sunscreen. “It’s good to be back.”

Good, even if it was only a short stay. He had a local elder to meet in an attempt to translate some old Faunus writing he didn’t know. Most of the dialects couldn’t be translated by books, as they were never written down, and they required people from the specific tribe of origin. It wasn’t easy when faunus were forced to be so transient. It was a long shot... but he might get lucky. 

“Bloody hot though. Damn.”

[littleblackqrow]

@allbain​

“Its eight in the morning, and I wouldnt pass a breathalyzer test. How’s your morning been?”

[flightofaqrow]

@allbain​ from **

“yeah, if you wanna end up with both bein’ empty by the end of th’night. doesn’t sound so bad, though.”

[boundariestcbreak]

@allbain​

“I don’t know, why?” Sienna asked, confused but intrigued at the same time.

[wiltblush]

      “seriously, what am i paying you guys for?” @allbain

[abitofafatass]

@allbain (x)

“This is a serious question.” Grif insisted, though the grin on his face showed that he was clearly messing with the faunus. “If Plato’s definition is in fact accurate, doesnt that mean that any time we pluck a game fowl, be it a chicken, goose, or turkey, we are creating a Man? And when we do that, would it be considered murder and cannibalism?”

[torbwicks]

 - - - - - | @allbain​ liked for a starter.

    | |  “ Hey, foxes! ”

  Roman approached from the edge of the Vale camp, knowing that two elites had been transferred from another district for the sole purpose of helping with the preparation of the Beacon invasion that Roman himself was assisting alongside many others. Who he worked alongside at this point was something he couldn’t care much about. 

  These two however, certainly made the rumors of the White Fang Cult seem more likely. “ So, I was told you two would help? Corsac... Fennec.. ” he addressed them both incorrectly with a point towards each, “ or.. no, no. Fennec, Corsac.. or was I right the first time? I didn’t expect identical twins. Anyways. ” With a raise of his hand, he twirled it lightly in emphasis of his disregard. “ Now, I’m in a bad mood today, hopefully you two can make this easier on me by not causing more problems. I only need one of you. ”