For you, Cardinal

"Take it easy Ren. Its not like this is your first time doing this." A playful punch to his right shoulder. Ren stiffed up, his neck was tense. "Do you want me to massage your shoulders?" Ren nodded, his stomach felt like churning. "Is that better?" Strong feminine hands tenderly meaded his shoulders.

"Thanks Nora. I thought after a few years of doing this. It would get easier." His female companion dressed in a proffesional button up shirt colored pink, a short white skirt going mid way down her thighs. She smiled reasuringly.

"Well I'll be with you every step of the way, Ren."

"I've got my speech ready. I feel that Ozpin always did these better than I did." Nora grabbed his hand, turning her to face her. She kissed him on the cheek, and just like that, the butterflies in his stomach… flew away.

"Boop." Nora pecked him on the cheek for a final time. Ren now with his battle confidence raging took the first steps.

When he did this the first time. A hall so full of potential he could feel their energy reaching out to him. The feeling was exhilarating beyond belief. A decade later and nothing has changed. Recalling to his first time. He chocked half way through his speech. He could feel the students boredom as he made them sit through a hour and a half presentation.

Thats when he had his own flashback. To his time among them. Standing in that hall. What Ozpin told them. It was brief, and possed many questions. Yet at the same time. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Unexplainable, and inspired him. Yet it brought him down to earth. He cleared his throat.

"I'll keep this brief." And he was the room, he was the sole focus of their worlds. He was the ticket to their survival.

"When I look at all of you. I see bastions of untapped potential. And that inspires me, to be the best that I can for you. Because this world has turned unforgiving, and now. All I can do is apologize. You are all. Absolutely without a single doubt in my mind. Dead men walking. Thats why I'm here, and my fellow professors. To turn you from Deadmen. To Hunters. If you may Professor Valkyrie.." Ren was looking awfully good for such a depressing speech. He took a step back, admiring his handy work. Many people were looking at him strange. The rest all looked down in the dumps. Perfect mind set.

"Now students If you'd kindly follow me I would like to direct you towards the ballroom, if you did not bring a sleeping bag one will be provided for you… So lets go kiddies!"


The students were surprised by the sudden change in atmosphere, the foreboding air was replaced by one of cheer. Soon they were all ushered out into the corridors. A stampede of students all rushing to be first. Nora was leading them nobody dared pass her. Soon they turned off into a grand hall. A few older students were offering sleeping bags. It was divided in two. Boys side, girls side. Pretty simple. The areas under the wall sconces were taken first , then they slowly filled to the middle, were the boys side and girls side clashed.

It wasn't to late, the sun had only just set and a small shade of darkness crept in through the windows. The candles still burned bright, warding off the impending dusk. There was quite chatter amongst the students. Nothing too loud, even they respected those who slept early. However one side was louder than any other.

Lights were flashing in a frantic way. The rainbow shot out of the screen. The music echoing out of it was soft in volume but throbbed and beat with the drums, a few people had gathered around to listen. It wasn't anything classic playing, that much was easy. It was club music but many wanted to listen. It created a more exciting atmosphere.

The DJ was none other than Anon. Few people knew of his real identity. He always wore this mask and suit. It was black with these glowing neon blue lines cutting and criss crossing through his whole body. On his shoulders was an amplifier type object, with a glowing circular ring, a similar type object was on his lower torso and knees, but all of these smaller amplifiers were eclipsed by the giant one on his chest. The mask itself was similar to that of a welding mask. It was a tinted black visor that hid his face. Two similar blue lines crossed through it vertically forming small blue circles where his eyes should be. The material of the costume looked like carbon fiber and was extremely cold to the touch and sometimes felt a little wet, but the material was extremely flexible.

Among the people flocking to Anon, was Henry. This was the perfect way to meet new people, even if they were only male. However Henry was eager to meet the man playing the music. He knew the typical approach.

"Excuse me, what time is it?" He asked the DJ with a smirk. Even though his face was masked Henry could feel Anon's eyes shift towards him.

Without responding in words Anon's face began to glow. A holographic image of an analog clock glistening gold popped up expanding in size till it exploded. Henry could swear the holographic image was solid. He could physically feel the bits of clock as they kept splintering. Eventually disappearing.

"Did you make this song?" Henry kept asking questions but Anon never spoke, only giving him those images as responses. He wondered how any of that was possible. Anon made no movements to respond to him, no slight gestures. Not even commands on the scroll.

Henry kept trying. And he kept pressing, but there was no vocal response. Henry knew that this was getting ridiculous. He had been pushing this for at least an hour now the images were never repeated, always unique.

Before the clock struck midnight, the songs got slower and softer. Until the music finally faded into obscurity. The lights drew to close, and the bright flashy party halted. The afterglow originating from Anon, slowly dimmed until only his eyes were glowing. And for the first time ever, somebody heard his robotic voice.

"Power down." His shoulders sulked and he lay down perfectly still. The glow around his eyes flickered off. One of his followers injected a small cable into the side of his suit. And a low hum could be heard coming from his suit.

"Is he even human?" Henry inquired about the now static Anon. The girl who was helping him, or it. Looked back towards Henry to respond.

This girl had such familiar features. She had stark black hair, with a single magenta streak flanking the right side of her hair, fading into its bulk. Her eyes matched that streak of magenta. She looked much older than Henry by at least two years. Her pyjamas were of oriental design and was a button up kimono night gown. Her small lips quivered, pursing into tight smirk.

"Now thats a question. Isn't it…. Mr Winchester. Or should I say. Scarlatina."

"Cute. And what would your name be. A study in pink most peculiar." Judging by her reaction, she didn't understand. But he was referencing her purple streak.

"Alina Lie. Nice to meet you."


A/N

A small chapter just for you guys, I could swear this was a lot longer when I was writing it. But it did only take me a few hours, so I guess that explains things.