Chapter 3
Ruby
The silence was only momentary, lasting as long as the initial shock. Then it was over with the excited squeak of, "We have a cousin! Yang we have a cousin!", but even with the excitement in Ruby's voice Yang seemed torn.
"Ruby, she has Killed…" muttered Yang
"Yea, so? We have all killed." said Ruby rather bluntly
"We have killed grimm, Ruby, not people." Yang said sadly
"Yea, so?" Ruby questioned, "Would you hesitate to kill if you met a bad person?"
Yang was silent, "Well No, I guess I wouldn't…"
But even as she said it, thoughts mangled her head. 'Would I kill?' Even as she battled herself Ruby squeezed her, "Come on sis, let hard feelings go… I'm sure she had her reasons." Yang smiled her assurance, and draped her arm on Ruby shoulders, "Come on sis, lets go meet our cousin." and they bumped fists.
Sona
Despite Glynda's insistence, Sona has forgone pants when she left her dorm for dinner. The cafeteria wasn't hard to locate. All she had to do was follow the students, and when she took dinner she took it alone.
There she ate, undisturbed for the most part. That was until someone said, "Ha, why aren't you wearing pants you freak!" and grabbed her shoulder to turn her around.
Cardin
He had just made his nightly rounds, making everyone, in general, feel a little worse about themselves. He was about to call it a night when he saw gold, a girl sitting alone and without pants. Without a second thought he took the opportunity, grabbed her shoulder, and said whatever came to mind. The girl didn't she to react, and just as he was about to yank her around, he felt something tighten on his chest. Then without warning his feet left the ground.
"Your kind of people disgust me." She spat.
He felt his back slam into the hardwood table splintering it. The thing unraveled and he reached for his weapon to find only air. He looked up and saw her, his mace on her shoulder. He tried to scramble away but something tightened on his ankle and pulled him back. He dug into the floor to no avail, his eyes wide in terror. She lifted up his mace, to a collective gasp of horror, but set it gently on his chest. He tried to lift it off, his muscles bulged, and his arms shook. A sudden weakness had overtaken him, and with a gasp he gave up, unable to move it.
In the wreckage of the table sat a dusty bruised scroll, a rough C carved in the face plate, blinking red. In Sona's hand a very different light went off.
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