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Just got a chance to read a bit of Vlad's bio and I noticed this:

*His father became abusive and beat Vlad's mother unconscious, Vlad was taken away by authorities, but his father requested he be left with family friends;
*Vlad came into the family, which consisted of a father and son, and had done far better than Vlad's family, so he vowed to inherit that family's wealth even over his stepbrother via trickery and psychological warfare;
*It turns out the stepfather was smarter, and the son less wimpy, than credit had been given, and Vlad and his stepbrother fought often enough that it became a problem;
*The stepfather put them both into a private training school to make better use of their aura than it currently had, and their fighting was mostly quelled by stricter punishments;

Bonny Mako

Vytal Festival grounds

There comes a time in every sailor's life where every last ounce of strength, of spirit and fire, is challenged. Where wills are tested and found either wanting, or adamant. 

Bonny stared down her nemesis, the great leviathan, through eyes clouded by exhaustion, by weakness, and by the steam rising off the dread creature's body. It had been a long battle, and she knew not how much strength was left in her, while the creature's seemed neverending. Yet she would not back down.

She stared at it, as it stared back at her. It had lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eyes, its fish lips fixed into a permanent rictus smile. Mocking her. After all she'd fought for... after all she'd lost, and after the pain of battle...

She reached for her flask of liquid fire, unscrewing the top and taking a big, huge, monstrous swig, until it felt like she'd drown before she could come up for air. She gasped as she swallowed, and slammed the flask down.

"Yea shan't defeat me, ye foul beast!" she screamed. "I who descend from a long line of mer! Do yea know who ye done pick 'ta fight with, yea dumb basserd? My name be Bonny Mako, pirate queen of the seven seas of Remnant! And I cannae be felled by the likes of ye!"

Bonny lifted the bowl and started devouring the old man's #9 special, horking it down whole fish and all. The shopkeeper, for his part, did not judge. He wasn't the judging type, nor did he speak much. He merely provided whatever his customers asked for, and he served all kinds. Still, he couldn't help but wonder, same as every disbelieving onlooker who had crowded around the booth.

Who the hell was this weirdo fish girl? 

Bonny finished the bowl, down to the last drop, and collapsed on top of the noodle stand counter, weak in the knees. 

Softly, she said, "There. I done completed yer challenge, old man. Now where tha hell..." she gasped, "is me booty?"

Not sure which way to respond, the elderly shopkeeper pointed to the anchor tattoo on Bonny's lower back. The one that pointed to, well...

She laughed, a pained sound that more resembled gasping for breath. "Very funny. Don't hornswaggle me, ye salty seadog. I mean me prize. I beat yer infernal gauntlet, now I want me prize. Hurry, before I send ye to feed the fishes down in Davy Jones' locker..."

The shopkeeper dusted off an old box of free meal tickets, the prize for completing the full #9 special. The box had gone untouched for so long because no one had been mad enough to think they could finish a whole bowl of mackerel fish-head noodles in one sitting, let alone nine. It was by far his most disgusting dish! The only ones who had ever liked it were Faunus...

The shopkeeper took notice of the girl's abnormally webbed fingers and gills around the same time the audience that had gathered did. Some backed off. 

Bonny, to her credit, still had the strength to answer her primitive flip-Scroll when it started to ring, the sound like jackhammers to her equally stuffed and dog-buggered brain. 

"Hello? Yea, this be she," she mumbled into the Scroll. The tinny voice on the other end apparently said something very important, and Bonny sat right up. "What?! Then why didn't ye tell me?!"

She flipped the Scroll shut, mumbling something about "blasted scallywags" while she lifted an old brass cannon onto her back like a schoolbag (in fact there was a schoolbag hooked to the cannon with the little colorful hook things that snapped shut when you let go). Still mumbling to herself, she slapped a few bills on the counter, taking the ticket box and waving goodbye to the elderly shopkeeper as the crowd parted around her.

"I'll be seeing ye tomorrow too fer lunch, ye salty seadog," she said, grinning. "This isn't the last you've seen of the shark queen Bonny Mako!"

Pressing a button on the cannon's metal rig, Bonny fired the cannon down at her feat and rocketed into the sky. The crowd scattered, staring up at the sky as the bizarre girl who thought she was an actual pirate quickly became nothing more than a twinkle in the sky. 

The Emerald Forest

@ReaptheMusicBonny huffed as she ran over the crest of the hill, doubled over as she tried not to vomit. Her lower intestine shook as it rearranged itself into an anchor bend. Was this the captain's revenge?!

"Sorry... if I be... late... sir," she said to Ozpin. "Yea should've told me... we were doing this now... else I wouldn'ta... had such a big lunch... oh no..."

Bonny looked around frantically for a place to disgorge her seafood lunch privately, before she had to swallow it a second time like some preppish schoolgirl. But there was nothing. Just a flat expanse ending in a giant... cliff...

The shark Faunus rushed over to the side of the cliff and vomited up a tidal wave of chum where no one could see where it would land. She wiped her mouth clean once she was finished. Oh by the gods of the sea that was sour. But it should last her... for a while. She just hoped no one besides Glynda and the headmaster had seen that...

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