[center][h3][color=steelblue]Bonny Mako[/color][/h3][/center]

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The shark Faunus laughed as the pasty-lookin' bloke took a beating at the business end of Glynda's whippin' stick, but quickly became quiet when the auestere student-teacher set her sights on her. 

Bonny yelped as Goodwitch smacked her with the riding crop, flinching and hugging her chest. The pain was sharp, blistering, and most importantly of all, emanating from a very sensitive place. 

"Aw god, right in me [i]tits![/i]" she yelled. "The hell is wrong with you?!"

That's when Bonny felt the slight breeze pick up into a tempest, and looked up. The wind whipping at her face had a nice cooling effect on the welt she was sporting around her chest, like a salve on a hot burn. But the helicopter landing just a few feet away from them was what caught her attention (kinda hard for it not to unless you're blind and deaf).

"Who the hell is it gonna be now?" she said to herself. "James bloody Ironwood?"

What she got was something quite else entirely. A bare-chested, sculpted young man about her age, tattooed from head to toe and decked out in heavy golden armor. He shook hands with the professors.

Bonny rolled her eyes.

[i]Oh great, another rich kid sharkbait momma's boy landlubber who probably hasn't seen any actual fightin' outside the gym. Bet his dad bought him that armor.[/i]

She squinted to take a closer look. 

[i]It[/i] is [i]nice armor though. Nice chest too. Maybe I'll steal it out in the forest and let ol' sharkbait walk back to Beacon naked. That'd show 'em. Let em walk the plank a lil' bit, heheh...[/i]

Realizing what she had just been thinking, Bonny shook her head and slapped her cheeks a little. 

[i]No! We don't do that anymore! We ain't in the business of punishin' people, and stealin' from the rich is only okay if they deserve it![/i]

She took a second or third look at the rich kid. 

[i]It[/i] is [i]nice armor though...[/i]

That's when the rich kid, who had the courtesy to introduce himself as rude, walked over to the only other Faunus here in the group. Given her experience with how the rich elite treated Faunus, Bonny felt like she had to do something to stop him. But...

[quote]"...Do these fall off?" He asked suddenly, gently poking the faunus' antlers, his tone surprisingly light and genuinely curious. "My dad used to keep stags around and their antlers would fall off and regrow every spring."[/quote]

She stopped. She hadn't been expecting him to ask something like that. 

"Well, I dunno about him," she said, trying to get his attention, "but me teeth fall out every couple o' weeks. See?"

Bonny opened wide (uncomfortably wide for some), revealing rows and rows of razor sharp teeth. Reaching in to her own jagged maw, Bonny grasped a loose tooth and yanked it out. Then she spat out some blood, and held the tooth out for Rood to see like a souvenir.

"Innit that cool? Tell me that's cool," she said almost proudly. "I got enough old teeth stored up to make me a couple necklaces made out of 'em! You can have one if you want."

[i]Now why the hell didya go and say that fer, ya chuckleheaded ninny?[/i] she chided herself. Cozying up to people to get them to trust you was nice and all, but hornswaggling had to have its limits.