[center ][h2][color=007236]Basil Plagas[/color] [/h2] [/center]

Basil approached the famous Fort Beacon. It was a strange thing to do, he was the last person in this city who should ever be able to enter, but here he was, walking into the place of his own free will with no guards attempting to make an arrest. Well, not yet. As the faunus made his approach to the gates his crow ,Dolor, landed on his shoulders and gave a single caw [color=007236]"Hm, nobody is tracking us for once? Odd."[/color] He rarely went outside during the daylight hours but he was almost always tracked by some kind of gang or organisation when he did.
As the gates opened to allow himself and a rather large truck in, Basil looked around. The tension between faunus and humans was as clear as ever, with many members of both races keeping their weapons close. He shook his head [color=007236]Put your simple fears aside for a moment, there is a greater threat at our doorstep, and I'd prefer it if you weren't at each others throats before the games have even begun.. [/color]
Checking his scroll for the room number his informant had provided, he made his way to briefing room. Entering the room he saw the only other person there was a human wearing body  armor, he did not seem to be happy about the current situation. [color=007236]"Basil"[/color] the crow faunus said before pointing to the crow on his shoulders [color=007236]"Dolor"[/color],[color=007236]"And you are...?" [/color] he asked ,getting straight to the point.Frankly, Basil didn't really care, but if he was going to be fighting Grimm with him, he may as well be polite enough to take his name.