[center][u][b]Ivan Oakley - Armory[/b][/u][/center]

[b]"And I [i]just[/i] worked myself around to letting your past lie. [i]Pity[/i]."[/b]

Ivan spun his chair around and casually pushed his revolver away, moving deceptively calmly as he slowly turned to face the fanus with a curiously cold look in his eyes.

[b]"You want to hear me, [i]little man[/i]? You want to hear my problem with admitting a member of the White Fang into Beacon?"[/b]

[b]"Allow me to state a fact, something even your simple mind will take as gospel."[/b] He sounded more bitter than prideful, even if he was quite happy to prove this upstart brute wrong. [b]"The White Fang are murderers and terrorists who make their points through horrific acts of violence and crime. They spill the blood of the ones unstained by the war of extermination with those filthy creatures and bring only more hatred into a world that's not lacking in horrors. The White Fang drag up the terror and hatred and pain and crippling despair that feed the Grimm, and expect only the best from their horrifying actions." [/b]His green eyes flashed, the intense displeasure quite apparent. [b]"And you were a member of this organization, of criminal scum who'd be better off slaughtered along with the Grimm. [i]And therein lies the problem[/i]."[/b]
 
He snarled, curling his lips back from his startlingly white teeth. [b]"You think that suddenly feeling that you want to turn a new leaf erases those things? All that innocent blood you've spilled in your quest to set things right just suddenly evaporates? You think the society will just [i]forget[/i] the things you've done?!"[/b]

Ivan was on his feet now, letting loose his feelings with a terrific bellow. 

[b]"How [i]dare[/i] you expect forgivess! You expect nothing to come of what you've done because you simply [i]feel[/i] like it's over!? It's [i]never[/i] over, you goddamn [i]coward[/i]!! You.. you.. Grimm-allied [i]freak[/i]!!"[/b]

He whirled on Sapphire, his expression darkening to one of pure, unadulterated hatred as his voice dropped to a hiss. [b]"You think you're the only one with drive, woman? You think you're the only one that works at what they believe in with every waking breath? I [i]live[/i] only for the moment that the Grimm's clutch on humanity falls into ruin and their wails for mercy are broken under the cleansing fire of the Huntsmen. The [i]only[/i] day I will rest easy is when I can hear the dying screams of the Grimm as their broken corpses burn as the light of day ends, and have their horrifying despair as their young die unfulfilled and unwanted lull me to the first fitful night's rest I've had in nearly ten years."[/b]

The moment of introspection that had taken root in his mind earlier reminded him that the fact of the matter was that Ozpin had selected him, and that calling anyone Grimm-allied was dismissing them from humanity entirely. And then it pleasantly reminded him that he no longer spoke only for himself, but for an entire team. And that revealing his motives to an authority figure would probably result in him seeing the school psychologist. Again.

The gunslinger panted, his breath spent. The battle earlier had taken a toll on his already low amounts of aura, but he couldn't resist a final jab at the one who had challenged him. He sneered.  [b]"Although... I have to admit, the threat of violence doesn't do jack for you turning over that new leaf, you sniveling coward. Once a terrorist, always a terrorist, is that right?" [/b]