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Chunks of debris scattered across the cobblestone floor as if a small twister had travelled through. Cuts, black eyes and broken noses are seen among both sides. A few stragglers that remain in between the separate crowds are being helped to their feet. The gaurds watch precariously over both crowds, ensuring to take retaliation against those who disoblige. 

Faunus began to move aside as they made way for Onyx to leave the crowd. Wiping his lips with the back of his hand, he forwarded his gaze towards Odell, and began to amble towards him. Both crowds watched as his footsteps stuck out like a sore thumb through the silence of the courtyard. Onyx continued walking until he was side-on with Odell, turning his head to face him. 

[color=000000][b]"Go ahead and call us animals, but at least we don't slaughter countless innocent lives for the sake of segregation. I'd rather be an animal, than a fucking murderer."[/b][/color] Onyx answered, holding back the anger in his voice. 

Onyx passed through the doorway where an arrangement of people, both Human and Faunus, awaited Odell's return. Onyx made no effort to greet those around him, nor did he make much eye contact as he entered the room.   He found an empty space against the wall, resting his back and the base of his foot against the brickwork. His hood enfolded around his head with his hands tucked within his pockets. 

Stubborn and reserved, Onyx wasn't exactly the best person to make first acquaintance with. Especially if you are Human, though even worse when you are a racist one, then it usually leads to what happened to Vern in the courtyard. However, Odell managed to vex his tongue beforehand, yet the White Fang would be less than happy to discover Onyx fighting his way through the first day.     
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