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Ōku Nomoji with Polyxena Einar.
April 18 ·
[~Cardin Winchester~]
[~C L O S E D R P ~]
[~RWBYverse~]
{{Glynda Goodwitch}}
Well, that was embarrassing. A plan that he had so perfectly put together, that he had so casually acted upon, had turned south, far far too quickly. Panic had arisen from the red-stained chest that he called his own, his armor now covered in the sap that they were supposed be collecting for Professor Peach, the anger that he was at first utilizing for pounding Jauney-boy into the ground dissipating in a matter of mere seconds.
"Ahh! It's an Ursa!"
As usual, Sky and Dove disappeared the second danger came, Thrush doing his best to move and duck around to try to get to Cardin. When he realized this wouldn't work, the green-haired boy had decided to disappear as well, though at least instead of running in a blind panic, he seemed to be going to get some kind of help.
Cardin reached out to grab his mace, the one weapon that he felt suit him more than any of the others that he had a chance to make, in order to attack the Grimm, though unfortunately, the Ursa had swiped the heavy-weighted item far away from him in a single swipe. He turned his gaze towards his fallen weapon, more panic squeezing his heart. If he failed at this, he failed at surviving.. If he failed at surviving... he would never be able to prove his family wrong.
Running. Backing away was all he could do; just buy himself enough time to be able to get to his weapon. Come on, he had to get to it! He couldn't die here; he still had too much to do!
The Ursa reached back, its gargantuan claws racing down to attack him again. Cardin had already sustained damage from the battle, had already gotten injured from those claws. He looked down at his Scroll, tsking as he viewed his aura levels. One more punch and he was going to be out for the count - two more, and he was dead ---
"Mr. Winchester, I would like to see you after class." The speedy green haired male turned his attention back towards Cardin, organizing his spectacles before disappearing in another flash of hyperactivity.
Cardin shook himself awake, looking at the scenery around him. It seemed as though it was all nothing more than a dream - a horrific dream that had been plaguing him for the past few days while he rested and got himself back up to par. Knowing that he had school work to do, he couldn't help but allow his mind to wander back to the previous situation that his thoughts seemed to pull himself back into constantly.
It was Jaune. Jaune was the one that had saved him. Small, scrawny, cowardly Jauney-Boy Arc. It was that boy that had leapt into battle, using his shield to parry away the blow and the sword to chop off the head of the beast that had began to attack them all and run rampant in the forest. Jaune that had stood up to Cardin and made all of the bullying that he had been subjected too become worth it.
Jaune Arc, the boy that wasn't worth it to begin with.
Jaune Arc, the boy that had finally proven his real worth.
Finally, closing the class, he spoke to Oobleck, getting the extra reading assignment for the project he had missed due to his little lapse in judgement, the sleep that he had gained. Oddly subdued, Cardin just took the extra readings, writing them down so he could remember them later on, and trailed onward towards the dormitory.
Once there, he flopped down on his bed, not even able to concentrate enough to focus on the projects that were given to him. His eyes trailed over to his mace; the familiar black - horned weapon seemed to mock him now, the red Dust stone gleaming with a malicious smile.
Everything that made him who he was seemed to be crumbling down around him. He had been humbled to the point that he wasn't even bullying anymore. He wasn't able to concentrate during classes - not like he really did that anyway. He wasn't able to do anything... Not even spar with Thrush the way he used to do every day while Dove and Lark seemed to play around.
"This has got to stop, Cardin Winchester," he chided himself aloud. "If you are this stressed out about being outshined by a farm-boy, then you better get up and do something about it."
It was this thought that made him stand, grabbing the mocking mace and head back towards the school. Oobleck and Port were both good teachers, but he couldn't trust them with something of this magnitude; they were both lecturers; they didn't even really fight, at least not in class. They both spoke in nothing but boisterous terms or about history constantly repeating itself. That wasn't what he needed.
Instead, he headed in the opposite direction, going towards the one person he knew had some sort of fighting ability - the professor who manned all of the sparring matches on her own. He hated Goodwitch; he honestly couldn't stand her. That serious attitude, the glinting eyes that made her seem so much ''better' than everyone else, the dark gaze that made it seem that she was so unapproachable..
But that was also what he was searching for right now, that personality that seemed to make everyone cower. Cardin needed something to boost his confidence again, needed someone who would be serious in helping him find what he lost in becoming a Hunter.
"Goodwitch, it's Cardin," he called out once he arrived to the door. Not even calling her a professor - obvious for his rude personality - he waited for her to answer him, his weapon slung over his shoulder, his brute strength keeping it upright.
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Polyxena Einar
Polyxena Einar "You will call me 'Professor' Goodwitch, Mister Winchester, if you wish to walk through that door." Glynda returned to the rude greeting, not even touching the door just yet. Her patience was at an all time low for Cardin's behavior.
The boy had chosen to make a bad start at Beacon, starting right off the bat with bullying and participating in other cruel activities. One instance was the circumstance in which he had been getting Jaune to do some of his homework - a fact that all of the teachers had noticed, and had been about to crack down on - and other various demeaning activities. All over information the boys had assumed had alluded their attention.
Really, children did not give adults enough credit. They thought they were so much smarter than the adults...and really, the adults often knew what they were up to far better than the children thought.
"When you are ready, Mister Winchester." Goodwitch wasn't entirely sure just why Cardin had come to see her...but she had her suspicions. Oobleck and Port were more...academics.
Glynda was the one who dealt with combat.
If Cardin thought to come to her for a helping hand...he'd not find it an easy path.
He would have to prove his intentions, first.
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Ōku Nomoji
Ōku Nomoji Cardin was about to turn around and leave whenever he heard the remark from her. Of course, he would expect nothing else from the Goodwitch of Beacon. All the same, just looking at the Red Dust stone in his mace, just imagining the laughing jeers he would get back at home if he told anyone about what he was doing... it was enough to make him swallow.
Even with all of his extra training that he put into things outside of classes, it wasn't going to be enough. He had ran out of direction, ran out of motivation.. and in the end, had just ran out of the pure, instinctual needed to be able to become stronger. Clenching his fist, knowing he needed her help should he wish to continue, he took a deep breath and walked up to the door again.
"It's me, Cardin, Professor Goodwitch." His tone wasn't the same, cocky tone as it usually was either; not this second go around. Now, he definitely sounded defeated. After all, Jaune Arc of all people, had bested him in something that he should have been the best at. Something that he should have stood at the top of the class in.
Sure, he was a common place bully, but at the very least, he tried to show that he had the mettle for it as well. At the very least, he tried to make sure he could be useful. If even the most pathetic could do something he couldn't... What did that say about Cardin?
That he would let down Russell again? That he would just become the same alcoholic, useless slob his father was? That he would become just as obnoxious as his other two members on his team? He was spirialing into a world that was out of control, placed into a situation that he couldn't have any sort of power any longer.
It was starting to remind him too much of home. Too much of the place that he had tried to escape from. Too much of the place where the lessons he learned there were still shackling him to the point he didn't even know what he could do.
After all, all of his behaviors were learned. He wasn't always this way. He hated being this way, but now, it was all he knew.
He needed help. And he needed it badly.