Conway was a long, lean young man with short cropped blond hair and bright green eyes. He stood in the ring patiently, hands clasped behind his back, cyan shirt and khaki dress pants bright in the direct, artificial light. There was nothing they could throw at him that he couldn't handle, nothing. The young man had strove for years to step out from beneath his perfect older brother's shadow and take his place in the sun. Today would be that day, he told himself, his father would finally recognize him for all his worth, there was no way he wouldn't, today he was going to Beacon. and his father would be proud.
There was an iridescent red clock over the large doorway. 10, 9, 8, it read ticking down the seconds until the grimm, whatever it was, was released. Conway came from money, and money could buy a lot of things. Education, specialized weapons training, grimms to battle, even girls when he was so inclined. No, Conway had never bought companionship, not in that way, but knowing he was a Godwynn was more than enough to get him dates with more starry eyed girls than would last a lifetime, his charm and good looks only adding to the appeal.
The one thing money couldn't buy him however was the one thing he wanted most. 5, 4, the clock counted down. His mother had died giving birth to him, maybe that was why his father disdained him so, rather than Vanna, the golden child's perfection. 3, 2, Conway unclapsed his hands, reaching up with his left to the retrieve the weapon strapped to his back. Binging it forward, hundreds of possible scenarios and plans of attack playing through his mind. 1, the grand metal door rose up revealing the great dark chasm beyond. The boy peered into the shadows adjusting his stance as with a flick of his wrist Sea-Storm, his trident, expanded.
Two pairs of blood red eyes peered at him from the dark void, Conway braced. Black and writhing one head of the king taijitu lunged forward. Smiling eagerly the boy leaped away, it had been some time since he had battled the duel natured serpentine beast. He was fast and nimble, dancing about the arena drawing the beast out, he didn't like not knowing where the second head was. The black half of the monster looped about his legs attempting to squeeze. Conway leapt over the coils twirling Sea-Storm over his head like a propeller, planting the fork end down where white met black, this brought out the the white half with a fiery vengeance.
He sprung away ripping out the prongs which had imbedded deeply, allowing the creature to bite and maul itself, as the heads fought one another. Conway laughed at his own cleverness and good fortune before setting back to the task at hand. His weapon of choice although neither glamorous, nor simple to wield couldn't have suited him better, a true reflection of his soul. He was often ridiculed for it nonetheless as few saw it's potential, much like the wielder himself. He spun the weapon before him, much like one would a staff prior to tossing it into the air only to catch the trident when it came back down.
The heads having ceased fighting converged on him, one from either side. He jumped and they followed, as he knew they would. Flicking a switch he released a stream of blue dust allowing his aura to blend with it as the element made it's way to the formidable end of the instrument. With a bellow Conway brought it down in a slashing motion beneath him, three fast moving razor thin waves shot from the end of the weapon cutting into the beast. The black head had only received a glancing blow, but the white fell, bifurcated completely. "Well," Conway called to enemy still, for lack of a better word, standing as he landed. "Come get some." With a hiss of rage it charged.
There was a blinding red blast and the head blew apart. Conway turned angrily to face his brother. "Seriously, what's the point?" Vanna his long chestnut locks gleaming brightly asked. "That damn thing turns into a rifle but you always use," he motioned to the weapon with a sneer. "That fork of yours!"
Conway let out a breath slowly, he had three hours before he was leaving for the school of his dreams, he wasn't going to let Vanna get the better of him, not today. He put Sea-Storm away, walking calmly past his brother who wielded a mean looking rocket launcher. Conway walked down the long hall, towards the library where he was sure he would find his father. Vanna following egging him on until he could take it no more. "It's a trident, Vanna, and you know it!" he roared.
His older brother having won laughed. "If you say so bro, just do me a favor and don't eat any boarbatusks while you're at Beacon, I still have some friends there you know!"
Conway hastened his stride, he didn't want his brother to realize how badly his words and constant torment hurt, didn't want him to see the tears standing in his eyes. For all his confidence in the heat of battle he was a very self conscious, and sensitive individual. He cleared his throat before knocking on the door edging it open. "Dad?" he called meekly only to receive no answer.
With a smug expression Vanna tried. "Dad?"
"Vanna, come in!" came the cheerful reply, it pierced Conway's heart as he stepped in first. Seeing him his father sighed before returning to his book. Vanna leaped onto one of the leather bound sofas without receiving so much as a cluck of the tongue in disapproval, he could always get away with murder.
"Dad," Conway tried again. "I'm leaving for Beacon today." his father grunted a brief acknowledgement. Conway took a shaky breath steeling his nerves and clenching his fists. How could he have been so stupid as to think this would change anything between the two of them? "I just wanted to say goodbye, I-I'm heading out now." The man behind the desk waved him away dismissively.
"You know you've got a couple hours right?" Vanna mused staring at the ceiling.
"Yeah," Conway muttered as he turned to leave. "I know."