[center][h1][color=steelblue]Bonny Mako[/color][/h1]

[@Mr Allen J] [@BCTheEntity][/center]

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Bonny coughed, wiping the spittle from her mouth and rubbing it off in the grass. Hundreds of feet below them, there was a faint wet splat, followed by the sound of a Grimm howling in anger. 

"The beast tried to do me in," she said, referring to her fish lunch that was all over the forest floor below. "But I wouldn't let the bastard win. Just a bit of bad chum is all. Don't let it get to ya. Though by the looks of it, they caught ya all shanghaied with yer panties around yer ankles too, didn't they?"

The shark Faunus rose to her feet, dusting herself off. She held out her hand. Honestly she was surprised any of the human students were talking to her on her first day here, but if she wanted to chat, she owed her the courtesy. 

"Name's Bonny Mako, pirate queen of the seven seas. We're both here in misery, so let's get along, yeah? Else I'll have to keelhaul you." She waited for a second before remembering this was a prominently anti-Faunus environment and that the girl might have actually taken her seriously. "That was a joke, by the way. I ain't actually gonna keelhaul ya. I didn't bring enough rope for that."

She burst out laughing, thinking she was the funniest thing since an Ursa tap-danced with a monkey. Everyone else probably thought she was just crazy. Or drunk. Maybe both. [i]Probably[/i] both. 

Bonny took another swig from her flask, sighing with refreshment. 

"Say, you have any idea what the deal is with that pasty-lookin' bloke over there? You know, the one who looks like he ain't ever taken a proper shit before in his life? He looks a bit like sharkbait. We sure he ain't gonna be spontaneously combustin' soon as the sun starts touchin' his skin?"