"Alright boys, today will be our first day of training. Fortunately, due to special circumstances, you four little shit-nuggets will only be training with me, since I can't trust any of you to fucking behave yourselves at a combat school. But don't worry because I, along with Richard and Sure-Shank, are going to teach you boys some high-level shit that those schools for primitives don't teach you."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"..."
"Now before we begin, do any of you little malformed freaks have any questions?"
"..."
"Yes, Dove?"
"Do we get weapons?"
"Oh shit- yeah, yeah, I forgot. Sure-Shank, go get their weapons."
"Yes Ziz."
"What? Wait, we don't get to make our own weapons?"
"Well... no, Russel, you don't. It's mostly because we've just opened our combat schools like, three fucking days ago, and the resources we used up making those damn facilities put us in a tight-situation where we chose to accept Vale to give weapons to us. Alternatively we could have focused on making weapons instead while Vale built weapons instead, but I said fuck it and chose to build the schools instead."
"... Okay."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever Russel. Oh and the thing is for you boys, we didn't even make your weapons, they're basically from huntsmen who died during the war. In fact, Cardin,your weapon is- once belonged to Lagune."
"... Cool."
"... Little unappreciative fucking shit- anyways, uh... I guess we can wait until Sure-Shank come back..."
"..."
"What, Sky?"
"Why can't we go to a combat school?"
"I just said the reason why: I'm not sending any of you to a combat school because I can't trust any of you asses to behave."
"That's not fair though! You're-"
"-Another reason though is because we live thirty-three miles away from the nearest combat school. Okay? If it wasn't for that then I would actually let you boys go to one."
"... Okay. So then why didn't you say that instead of telling us you don't trust us to behave?"
"... Asking questions like those Sky will get you another black eye, boy, understand?"
"..."
"... Sky."
"Fuck you."
"... That's it you little cunt. I'm-"
"Ziz!"
"What?!"
"ZIZ!"
"WHAT IS IT?!"
"Ziz? Ziz, ma'am, wake up!"
The leader of Disown, disgruntled from having been awoken from her sleep at what her alarm clock read as 6:23 A.M., growled as she felt an overwhelming urge to just break down her door and murder Richard as he shouted for her behind the door.
"What the fuck is it you jackass?!" But she instead blasted at the man, who still jumped back despite not even being in the same room with her. "Well?!"
Richard answered her as he heard stomping heading for the door, replying with, "The airship is coming in seven minutes, Ziz, have you even properly equipped yourself yet?" She stopped after hearing his reason, scrunching her face up in anger while she gripped her inhumanly long, light-brown hair, before letting loose with a series of swears.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU WAKE ME UP EARLIER?!"
"I-I tried to, Baroness, and I presumed you had had waken up when I knock-"
"-SHUT UP! FUCKING HELL- Okay, okay hold on, I-I'll be right out." Ziz quickly stripped herself of her pajama bottoms and tank-top, still cursing to herself as she threw open the door to her bedroom's bathroom. The disheveled dictator twisted the knobs in her shower, cleansing herself of the filth she normally accumulates at night, brushed her razor-like teeth, and adorned her attire. Ziz went on with opening her bedroom door, finding no one there for her to push out of the way as she move on and tripped down the stair, letting loose another storm of vulgar language as she hit the last staircase.
It did little to faze her though, leaving Ziz to just get up and brush off her armored-dress. She proceeded to head for the large, chipping wooden double-set of doors and pushed them open, screeching and scraping against the porch of her ancient mansion, claimed as a prize after slaughtering one of the many wardens on Disown, that sat in the middle of a rustic field of wheat, covered in drops from a recent storm, with the edge entering into a now-dead forest of black and white broken trees, scorched from fire, with aged soot covering the forest floor.
From her mansion was a wide path, mowed for vehicles to drive on, that also split off and led to a crude, man-made landing pad, suited for an airship that had just landed, opened and silent with Richard and Sure-Shank waiting for the terrible human that was Ziz, who walked with agitation for having to check on this discovery again.
"I believe this is the fastest Ziz had ever gotten ready for anything in her life."
"Wow cool." Sure-Shank replied to Richard, not caring for what the old man said, which he was able to pick up on easily.
He didn't say another word until Ziz made it to the airship with a permanent scowl etched on her face as she walked pass the two old hunters, who followed her as the ship closed its door. In it she found more damaged men and women, all of them unstable to different degrees, and just as dangerous as Richard and Sure-Shank. They were her "bodyguards", a notion she found ridiculous due to believing just her, Richard and Sure-Shank would be enough to keep her safe. But Richard's constant insistence of having them after the war was finished broke her mentally, forcing Ziz to finally agree to having them.
"We could have told the pilot to wait for you ma'am, you didn't need rush-"
"-Sure-Shank, Sure-Shank... j-just shut up, okay? Shut your fuckin' pussy-licker and let me rest up for the trip." He, and Richard, and everyone else, blanched at Ziz's remark, who forced her protectors to move without her even touching them, and roughly fell onto one of the seat, rubbing her eyelids as the airship came to life...
In Emerald Forest, out among the youthful trees, lying on blades of green, hidden too deep within the thicket to be monitored by anyone, was Cardin. He slept, wearing nothing but a white t-shirt, blue pajamas with red, vertical stripes, large gray slippers, his black, red-lined poncho and leather gloves, all stained and ruined by mud and grass stains, all the while covered by a brown, torn-up sack, acting as a temporary blanket.
The young man had remained in the forest for some time now, like he usually does ever since he had arrived to Beacon, but rarely has he ever been exhausted by his covert-activities so much that he fell asleep. But with it having happened in the past, Cardin was not startled when he yawned and slowly opened his golden eyes to see nothing but the natural canopy, feeling the fresh air cool his body as he rose up into a sitting position, stretching his back, his arms, and his legs.
Cardin hissed though, frustrated that he ended up here yet again, shaking his head as well in disapproval. He threw aside the sack that covered him and pushed against the grass to standup. He took a moment to look at his clothes, growing more irritable from seeing the mess he was in, but soon pushed his anger out when he said, "fuck it," deciding that this was like the best outcome for him falling asleep in the middle of Emerald Forest. Though Cardin knew there nothing in this forest that could threaten him, including the grimm.
Thinking of them, Cardin drew his attention to casually searching his surroundings for any of them, yet only found their footprints, taking note of the direction the grimm traveled as a sign that the opposite direction was where Beacon was, or he hoped at least. If Cardin has his scroll with him, then he could use it to guide him back to the academy. But he doesn't take that thing with him at night however, because of his belief that Ozpin can track students by their scrolls, thus his reason for never taking it with him when he traveled into the forest at night.
So Cardin, using the tracks as a sign, started walking in the opposite direction, his footsteps crushing fallen, dark-green leafs and blades of grass. He went his way with a sense of peace, taking in the sounds of the wild as a soothing symphony as his gaze wandered about, looking for any indication that this was the right choice. Lo and behold, Cardin found one, much to his relief after having wandered for an amount of time unknown to him.
Cardin found himself exiting Emerald Forest to end up at the cliffside of Beacon, slowing himself as he walked to the very edge to take in the view. It was all unimpressive to him really. Every night, after he'd finish tasks, Cardin would always find himself walking along the cliffside, seeing the view it offered so many times that he grew sick of it.
Anyhow, Cardin could tell that it was far after morning, probably even a bit after noon, maybe even around his second, or last period, and Beacon was quite a ways away from his location. And with today being Thursday, Cardin broke into a sprint in order to reach the academy before he misses any more of the day. He wasn't doing it for the classes though, he was doing it just so he can reunite with his brothers. he thought they must be worried sick, thinking of what could have possibly happened to him.
Unfortunately, Cardin stopped when he felt a pang of intense hunger take control of him, stopping to clutch his stomach as his knees grew weak, forcing him to fall down while still clutching his moaning stomach. It made no sense to him, how could this be happening to him after he had eaten so much last night? Cardin didn't bother to ponder on the thought for long however, he could barely think at all when he looked up to see a doe, having left the forest too, standing still as a statue as she stared at the massive student.
That long, strong, thick tongue of his licked chapped lips at the thought of ripper her apart, and with no one around, Cardin let himself get taken over by a feral force.
He charged right at the mammal, prompting the doe to turn and be slammed by the massive weight of Cardin, having already reached her before she could even take a few steps. Ribs cracked as the doe let out a cry of pain, flying off for a good nine or ten feet before taking a crash landing, further breaking her while Cardin quickly rushed to her side, huffing and puffing like a beowolf or boarbatusk, relishing the thought of claiming his prize.
When he neared her, Cardin lunged and grabbed the doe by her neck, making the injured animal to panic and flail about with all her might. Though due to him, she could barely even move anything but her neck, though a doe being able to escape the grasp of a hunter-in-training is just a joke. That reality came crashing took a clenched fist and caved the mammal's skull in with a single strike, effectively ending her life and pulling away his hand.
Now with her dead, Cardin took his gloves and poncho off, proceeding to gut the creature with his claws, having to put in more of an effort since his claws were more round on their tips, making a mess as he opened up the creature. Its intestines fell out, staining the green grass with crimson, prompting Cardin to immediately grab and pull it out, not hesitating to place the organ in his mouth and start chewing, then pulling out more, and more, and more, until he had finished up the last bit, the inside of his mouth now having a strong taste of iron that only made him want more of her.
So he then reached further into the dead doe, feeling the warmth, squishy, wet inside of her furry shell, ripping out her kidneys to eat, her small stomach to consume, her liver to devour, her lungs to ingest, and her heart to partake of. Then he moved on with the eyes, gouging out the slippery, soft orbs and greedily swallowing them in one gulp. After that, Cardin further cracked open the doe's skull, taking about a minute to scoop out all of her brain to pig out on.
The doe was nothing but a bleeding husk at that point, filled with very little, save for bones and veins. Cardin had somewhat tired himself after the feast, just sitting there on his knees, palms pressed against the cold, stained grass, taking deep, shaky breaths as he ascended back into his usual state-of-mind. When he came back, Cardin didn't even worry about having just eaten raw meat, since he had worst. Instead, he was worried about all the blood that covered him.
Now he could just say it's the blood of a doe he had killed, but people would ask him why he killed a doe. Or when did he kill a doe? Or they could even question if it's actually human blood. Overall, Cardin believed going back to Beacon would draw unnecessary attention to him if he didn't hide the blood. Though when he further examined himself, he saw that most of the blood only stained his shirt, hands, and poncho, three things he could easily fix.
First, he just put his gloves back on, then he turned his poncho inside out, and finally, he took his shirt off and bundled it up so that no one could see the red leftovers on it; he didn't mind if he had to walk into Beacon shirtless, mostly because he knew no one would dare make fun of his appearance, him being slightly more of an endomorph than an mesomorph. The young brute then quickly licked his lips to get rid of any remaining crimson, tasting a bitter metallic liquid coming off. Then finally, he got up back on his feet, taking a few steps back to look at the mess he made, not feeling any remorse because at least it provided sustenance to him.
Cardin walked over the dead doe, not looking back as he started to run, not looking back as he moved his legs at an inhuman rate. He kept running, running, running, and running until he stopped, bending over, his hands on his knees as he pant and wheezed like a madman, having just reached Beacon close enough to the point that he could make out the main avenue, devoid of any one in general.
At this point, the Disown ruffian started to feel his throat burn, barely though, not enough to even make him think that he was going to puke. Cardin at this point chose to walk now; him having just ran non-stop for what he guessed was little over three miles sucked out a substantial amount of energy from him, so if he didn't want to pass out from exhaustion, then Cardin was going to have to walk.
That burning sensation soon turned into that familiar sense of bile now, getting a "Fuck" out of Cardin as he finally got onto the main avenue, still with no one in sight as he trotted along towards the academy, soon passing by the first circle of gargantuan archways. By then, he almost let the waste out of his mouth, but managed to hold it back, though much to his chagrin, Cardin knew he was going to have to let it out eventually.
Which was now, actually, after he passed the second, smaller circle of stone archways. The same, black, burning liquid came out as one would expect, steaming as Cardin stopped in front the academy statue to up-chuck his midnight dinner and just-eaten snack, some getting into the water. He felt his head tighten as he did so. Unfortunately, it didn't stop after the first time, with Cardin soon throwing up the stick, chunky substance out again, his eyes watering and nostrils burning, mentally crying as he wondered why bad stuff happens to good people.
Just after his second session, Cardin remained silent while staring at the disgusting pile that pooled around his slippers, just gazing into the everlasting, seemingly- brilliant, burning-glory of an abyss it created before his golden eyes.
Then he threw up thrice, wincing as he felt like he was scorching, weeping externally this time as the feeling of this never ending befell upon him. Cardin just fell onto his back after five seconds, feeling like he was about to explode like a fireball impacting a solid surface, all the while vomit still came out, now covering his face, neck and bare chest, making him feel like the most vulgar creation ever created, in history of the universe.
It did stop, and he did thank God for having mercy. Yet, he found himself being unable to move any part of his body, feeling everything go numb as his eyelids started to to flutter, and even though he heard the bell ring for the students to come out, Cardin didn't care. All he wanted to do now was just sleep, just sleep, just sleep in his sweaty, puke-covered, fleshy shell...
"This isn't good maaan, this isn't gooood."
Sky- who just expressed how he felt about Cardin's absence, Dove, who sat on his bed like Lark, while Russel simply looked out the open window to their room, staring off into the distance.
"We need to find him," Sky kept on going, "Cardin hasn't ever been gone for this long."
"Yeah no shit," Russel replied, not looking at his teammate as he said so, "we'll have to look for him."
Dove glanced up at Thrush, saying, "Look for him? He's lost in Emerald, Russel, and you want us to go look for him in there?"
"Dove, we got nothing to be scared of out there, you dumbass, w-"
"-No no- I know that," Bronzewing cut the speedster off, standing up and proceeding with, "but we don't know where the fuck Cardin is going in there to..." He looked at his scroll with paranoia similar to the Winchester's before going on, an action noticed by Lark and Thrush, who understood what was going on. "... We don't know where he going to do his shit."
"Well, yeah, we don't know where he's going exactly." Russel replied, "but we can't just keep on waiting Dove. Something... definitely happened to Cardin and we need to fucking find out what it was and get him back."
"... Okay," Dove made a gesture, pointing towards the dorm room door, "but we can't do this by ourselves. We'll need help."
"WHAT? Help? Who's gonna help us?!" Sky asked rather aggressively, getting up now as well. "Who the fuck's gonna lend a hand with finding Cardin?! Everybody hates us so much that they'll just fucking shut their doors on us, and we can't go and get Ozpin involved or else we're risking what Cardin's doing getting found out. Hell, we're doing the same thing if we get help from somebody who isn't a faculty member."
"So then we're just gonna go out there and search for him by ourselves?! That'll take way too long and it'll put CARDIN'S safety at risk instead!"
"Oh- okay! So we'll just go get Ozp-"
"- I wasn't finished!" Dove blasted, causing both of his brothers to jump in shock, intensely looking back at the red- seething face of Bronzewing, who's hair became a little disheveled just now. "There's some people who might help us... RWBY."
"... Do you mean the team or-"
"-Th-the team, Russel, the team."
"Oh, okay."
"... Yeaaah... so, how about-"
"-What makes you think they're going to help us?" Lark inquired with a hint of doubt.
"Well... when you think about it, they're really the only ones who'll most likely help us, or at least Yang and Ruby will. Cardin seems to have done well with improving his relationship with them so... yeah, either we get them to help us or... or we'll just go and find him on our own."
"..."
"..."
"... Ugh, okay look, I already got a plan for us."
"Oh r-"
"-Shut the fuck up." Dove told Russel, nonchalantly, pissing him of just by how he waved him off. "Look, you two can start looking for Cardin in Emerald while I go and try to persuade RWBY into helping us, okay?"
"... What if they want to know about what he does in the forest."
Dove assured Sky with a confident tone. "Don't worry about that. Like I said, I have a plan on getting them to help us." Albeit, Dove thought to himself how terribly simple his plan was, but he still felt sure in himself that he'll be able to coerce them into helping.
"... Okay."
"Fine, fine." Sky and Russel themselves felt unsure of this mystery plan of Dove's, but yet knew that they could not waste anymore time with bickering on what to do. So they picked up their weapons and left the room, leaving Dove to stand there in his lonesome solitude, deeply breathing for a few minutes or so, giving his teammates a head-start before he picked up his own machine-gun sword and exited the room himself, looking at the door that belonged to team RWBY.
He walked, each step matching a judder from his heart until he was in front from the door, with a rather large amount of verbal commotion coming from the other side. Dove stood still to listen for a few seconds before he realized JNPR was in there with them, or at least that's what he thought, hearing Jaune and Pyrrha among the chattering voices, giving Dove the idea of possibly getting them to join along with their search party.
Dove, with a few beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, while starting up a bit of crocodile-tears, knocked on the door, hushing all of the chit-chat going, and prompting someone walking to the door, probably to look through the peep-hole before saying, "It's Dove," being barely audible to his ears. The door was pulled open before him to show that it was Yang, staring at him, already, but barely, looking a bit confused by his presence, noticing the few false tears that rolled down his cheeks, while also revealing to him that the entirety of JNPR was in there with her teammates.
"Dove? Is there-"
"Hey, sorry, but..." He took another deep breath, stuttering as he did so before asking, "You, uh- haven't seen Cardin, have you?"
"... No, not since yesterday, why?"
"We think something bad might have happened to him. Cardin... he's been gone since last night, and...a-and we don't know where he is. Russel and Sky went to tell Ozpin about this and told me to go looking for him. So I-I just stopped by to ask if you guys have seen him, but i-if you haven't then... I-I'll just go get on going." Dove looked the left to see an empty hallway, taking just barely a few steps before his plan succeeded.
"Wait!" He stopped himself when hearing Ruby shout for him, turning back to see her having just come out of her room. "Dove, I'll help you look for him."
He wanted to smile wickedly, but Dove held it back to maintain his fake humbleness. "Thanks, Ruby. L-"
"-Hold on, I'll come too." Yang stated, following in her little-sister's footsteps, much to his delight.
"Wow, thanks you two, but... y-you should get your weapons before we go." That request put everyone of them off, mystified by such a demand like that.
"Why should we get our weapons?"
"Because... well, my team and I thought about it, and we decided that Cardin may be lost in Emerald Forest. His student I.D. is still in his room, so there no way he could have gone down to Vale. He can't be on the campus either because he should have been found by now. So we... we're thinking he lost in the forest. So if any of you are gonna help us... then you should all get your weapons and anything else you'll need..."
"Well look at this broken down piece of shit right here, boy!"
Cardin's eyes fluttered back open as he was awoken from his power-nap in response to the voice, belonging to a young man he remembered all too clearly. The fact that this was happening to him in his weakest moment made him take back his thanks for God he made earlier.
"Yo dirtbag, get that tub of lard you call an ass up, so I can knock IT back down!" Cardin, who's awareness for his surroundings was blurred by pain and a sharp, high-pitch ringing in his, tried to do so. Though when he found himself standing, he felt like his legs were nothing but wet noodles, forcing him to fall down on his knees and hands. At the same time, Ron Mahogany gave the most rural laugh ever heard by anyone, enjoying the sight of a broken down mess while the rest of his team, and others students who just stared on from a distance, looked on with shock and pity from seeing the kind of state Cardin was in.
"Come on boy, get up already! COME ON- GIT!" Ron knocked off Cardin's hood, exposing his face for the world to see and prompting him to immediately cover his looks with his gloved hands. That did not stop Ron though from grabbing the giant student by his orange-red hair and pulling him up by it, only to deliver a brutal, aura-fuel knee to his hidden face, getting a loud crack from his nose breaking as Cardin fell onto his back, groaning as he put his aura to work on the wound.
"Bam bam! Broke your nose faster than my daddy broke mah' ass with his belt! How does it feel, Cardin?!" All Ron got was a weak, muffled laugh from Cardin as he envisioned the mullet-brunette getting whipped from behind with a belt. This of course infuriated REDD's leader and prompted him to go for Cardin's hands and pull the away from his face, catching a glimpse of his snarling, razor teeth and enraged golden eyes before Cardin pulled back with all the strength he had. "Damn Cardin. You're, ugly. Don't you worr' bout a thing though, boy, I got the perfect beauty cream right here."
For a moment, Cardin spread his fingers to see Ron just pulling his arm back with a clenched fist, about to strike once more. This actually relieved Cardin, who had presumed Ron was actually going to unbuckle his pants and piss all over the Disown giant.
"... Hey, Ron."
"Whut?" Fortunately for Cardin, again, Ron stopped himself to look back at Diamond and his teammates, taking note of the gloomy features that had sprouted in their gazes.
"I... I know Cardin's an racist asshole, and I'd loved to wail on him for being one... but this isn't right."
Ron gave the tiger-faunus the most dumbfounded look ever, his mouth agape, his blue eyes bulging, and his brows raised highly, creasing his forehead as he got up from Cardin and said, "Oh, excuse me?! The fuck you just said, Diamond? Too far?! TOO FAR?! This," Ron pointed down at the unstable beast below his feet, "this dee-gener-ATE, deserves everything that comes his way! But yet, you think this here dirtbag doesn't?"
"You're a fucking dee-gener-ate, Ron." Cardin said, mocking the first-year student in the process. "I bet you like fuck your cousins, you inbred freak."
And Ron shot back, "Shut up!"
"Ron, listen," Diamond started again, taking back her leader's attention, "just look at Cardin right now. Look at him and... fucking- look at all this shit he threw up. It's obvious he's sick right, he can't fight back or even properly defend himself, and yet here you are, attacking him while he's down. We all get it that he's just horrible, but... what you're doing right now" Ron looked back down at Cardin, who had actually pushed himself back up on his hands, just to only throw up some more. It was a sight that convinced Ron that his actions were indeed wrong.
"Fuck it," but he'd never admit it, now right now at least. Ron would rather have himself look like he did not care for what Diamond said, and instead throw away his desire to harm Cardin anymore, over him openly acknowledging she was right and let Cardin hear his admittance. "Come on, let's go, I'll just leave you to wallow in this here heap you made for yourself."
With that, Ron turned around and walked away from the unstable student, with his team following him as expected. Diamond however, stopped to look back at Cardin one last time, still puking, thinking of helping him to the medical building. But, she chose not to, due to her believing that leaving him there would be a suitable punishment for him, so she turned back to catch up with her team.
In reality, Cardin had actually not heard a single word that the tiger-faunus said. He just guessed Ron was letting him puke before moving on with beating him down. With that in mind, Cardin had not even bothered to look back up to see if REDD's leader was still there; the child of Ziz just fell back down, making sure he didn't land anywhere near the black bile, landing the side of his head against the cold, solid, rough surface of the main avenue into Beacon, looking right at the base of the statue, waiting for Ron to continue on with giving Cardin his just-deserts, even feeling sleep take hold of him yet again as he waited in anticipation.
But, it never came. No fist, no kick, nor jeer was directed at Cardin. That was when he realized Ron must have left. But even then, Cardin did not push himself back up; he felt too drained to even think of such an idea, let alone being able to move his arms efficiently. So, the gargantuan student decided to do the only thing he can do, other than calling out for help, and that was sleeping. He will sleep, until all his energy comes back to him. None of the other students that he could see showed any interest to help him, that was also the reason for why he did not bother to call out for help.
Yet, judging from the sounds of footsteps approaching him, Cardin presumed someone was going to prove him wrong.
"Hey," It was Coco, talking to him from behind, "is... everything okay."
"... No... no, everything is not okay, Coco. What a dumb, fucking question..."
"... You know, I was going to stop Ron from beating you."
"Why didn't you do it, then?"
"I thought you were just gonna snap after awhile and just beat him up instead, but... I was wrong. You just... lied there, in your own vomit, taking it..."
"... Can you just help me up?"
"Okay."
"And... help me with getting back to my room? I just feel... like total shit man, like my legs barely work, and my arms-"
"-Cardin." He went silent from Coco cutting in, staying so for a moment as she pinched the top of her nose, sighing before saying, "... Fine, I'll help you with that."
He weakly thanked her for her kindness, and Coco replied with grabbing Cardin by his arm, effectively pulling his whole frame up by it and draping his appendage over her shoulders, and basically walked away from the sight of his puke, with Cardin's feet just dragging against the avenue, all the while they left behind his white shirt, until Cardin remembered it and asked for Coco to go back to get it, much to her annoyance. But she still accepted his request and got his bloodied top back.
"Oh shit- Cardin!" Just as they went back and picked up his shirt, Russel and Sky finally reached the main avenue themselves, surprised and relieved to see Cardin was just still breathing. The two, however, were also befuddled a bit when they saw it was Coco who was helping Cardin. But they did not bother to question her decision to help him, rather they chose to spare any talking and instead went to take Cardin off her hands, thanking her for coming to his aid, and telling her she can go.
But she didn't. Coco insisted on coming with them to make sure Cardin gets back to his room without any further injury, which Sky and Russel granted, letting her follow them, holding Cardin's crimson soaked shirt in her hands, actually having just noticed there was a lot of blood on it, yet not bringing it up.
And eventually, the four students were confronted by Dove, with Ruby and Yang traveling alongside him, unexpectedly getting to see Cardin's face without being covered by his hood for the first time ever. But, just like Adel realizing the was blood on Cardin's white shirt, the two sisters did not bring up Cardin's face being exposed either, instead choosing to follow the four boys back to their room...
"Alright, how the fuck-ing exploration been going so far."
"Ah, Baroness, so far we have yet to encounter anymore troubles since last Tuesday with exploring the structure. But..."
"... What?"
"There... we did expect there to be so many chambers within it. We're pretty sure we have fully investigated all of the room withing the construct itself, but once we started go down beneath it, we've started discovering... just-just more and more chambers of various sizes, along with different belongings in each, a-and more remains as well."
"... Okay."
"... O-Okay?"
"Well, it sound's like you guys have been doing well so far, so... yeah, okay."
"... Well-"
"-Oh fuck- there we go, got ourselves an oh. Just tell me what the fucking problem is so I can... I dunno- I just wanna fucking kill myself."
"Excuse me?"
"Tell me what's wrong!"
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry, Baroness. The problem we have been having recently is... well, the people you've assigned to work with me have been... experiencing..."
"... What, ghosts?"
"What? No, never! There's no such thing as..."
"... Well, I believe in ghosts, along with a lot of things actually, but... look, just tell me what's fucking wrong."
"... I don't know maybe it is ghosts, or something... else, but... so far, ever since our last incident, we have been hearing, feeling... and seeing... horrors that we can't explain."
"... Okay, okay... I don't got time to talk about what it is you're seeing down there, and... I'm morbidly interested by what you said, but... look, the things you people are seeing... they aren't going to hinder anything now, are they?"
"... The soldiers, and workers, they've been scared so much to the point th-that they won't even go back into the structure anymore."
"Fucking shit- some of those men and women I gave you survived the war with Vale. Fucking hell- some of them almost died during that time, and nowadays they're the toughest bastards on this god-forsaken shit-heap of an island. But now you're telling me they're scared of a few bumps in the night?! How about I just call this whole thing off and send you all back to the work I had planned out for you fucking primitive homunculus creatures to do in the first place!"
"..."
"Or, you can all just grow up, and get your asses back down there now."
"... Baroness, they won't go back down unless we get more people on this job."
"... Are you fucking kidding me? That's the solution here?"
"Baroness, the problem here is more that they are just uncomfortable with exploring that thing by themselves."
"I fucking gave you six people to work on this, isn't that enough to make them feel comfortable?"
"... No."
"Oh my- okay, okay, you're lucky we have a lot of soldiers to spare. How about... I don't know, thirty soldiers to help? That way you little pussies won't get scared of being alone here anymore?"
"Y-Yes, thank you Baroness."
"Yeah you better thank me..."
"..."
"... Wait, Richard!"
"Ah, yes., ma'am?"
"I want you to send a... request to Ozpin."
"And what will it be?"
