[center][color=FFD700][h2]Razor WhiteFang - Beacon Academy Ballroom - Monday night[/h2][/color] [/center]
[@Bigg Slamm][@ryukan]

Razor thanked Morgan before he downed his second shot. He shrugged when Morgan talked about the jackal Faunus tribe and said, “Dad said all canine tribes have different reasons for painting their bodies.  We really don’t associate ourselves with other tribes. Something about bad politics, but I don’t get involved with stuff like that.” The thought of his father and the rest of the villagers brought back the memories of when he woke up in the medical hut and how they treated him like a wild animal after his Semblance first activated. Razor sighed and placed the cup on the table. 

“You can joke all you want Caption Hook, but in the end the Grimm won’t just stop attacking if you offer them a pint,” Razor said before he continued, “This is a war between creatures that to think or feel. All they know how to do it kill. You want to act like nothing is wrong then go right ahead, but just know what ever team you’re on will suffer because of you.” S[i]orry Morgan, but to ensure no one gets hurt because of my Semblance. This has to be done[/i] Razor thought.

“Maybe your monk friend could teach you about how inner peace is the most powerful weapon or some BS their dumb religion believes in when he wakes up,” Razor said before he turned and walked towards the door and added, “I’m finding a place outside to sleep, this place smells too much.” [i]Again, sorry, but I need to be away from everyone if my Semblance activates[/i].