[center][h3][color=goldenrod]Venator Aurea[/color][/h3]Lustre Academy, Dining Hall
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Venator fought the urge to roll his eyes at Azura's comment, but it was a losing battle. She was very friendly, but she was apparently a little slow on the uptake. He deigned to reply and instead finished off the last of his meal. It was then that the faunus boy from the other team, Cedar if memory served him, was suddenly knocked to the ground and Venator let out a low, angered growl. He held a scathing glare for a moment before he looked away. His eyes settled back on his purple-haired team mate, and not-quite-subordinate. [color=goldenrod]"That would make sense, Lynn, considering that's where I'm from. I never really planned to come to Vault, but that's how the dice fell. As I said to Azura, There's two versions of this story. The nice one, and the real one. The nice one is that I came to Lustre to become a successful Hunter and prove that we Faunus are more than just animals..."[/color] He shot a glare back across the room. [color=goldenrod]"That we deserve to be treated fairly."[/color]

He drained the rest of his coffee and placed the cup on the table with a soft click. [color=goldenrod]"The real story? It was this or prison. And seeing as I'm sitting right here, It's obvious what I chose."[/color] He checked his scroll quickly, checking what class was next. [color=goldenrod]"We should probably get going soon. We've got Lariet for Combat Training, and I [i]really[/i] don't want to have to fight her... [i]again[/i]."[/color] He was entirely serious as he said this. He could still feel the bruises from last time.