Post by Admin on Jun 1, 2016 20:47:21 GMT
[~Cardin Winchester~]
[~C L O S E D R P~]
{{RWBYverse}}
The smells were high on the winds. Soft, wafting scents of meals being prepared danced upon the very air, tantalizing to the nose, a point of which one could even feel themselves drool to the taste that was brought up immediately to their minds, the flavors that flowed upon tastebuds.
Cardin was alone today, watching some more of the battles that were being prepared during the Vytal Festival. A heart-lifting cheer could be heard from various sides of the stadium as teams from various countries duked it out in a means of friendly fire, in terms of being able to better themselves and their opponents as Huntsmen and Huntresses.
Team CRDL wasn't out of the running just yet; as a matter of fact, they had landed the team battles with flying colors against some no-named wanna be team from Mistral. It was humorous, watching those men rushing about while being set upon by the medieval appearing weapons that the Black Bishops had decided to utilize.
It was then that he noticed a certain white-locked woman, his eyes narrowing slightly. Oh, goodie. If it isn't the Heiress herself. Now, he never really had a qualm with her, didn't really have anything against her. As a matter of fact, she acted a lot like he did; hated those that were weak and seemed to have a little bit of a bias against Faunus in general.
Deciding to take up a little bit more of a proper approach versus a negative one, he walked up to her, crossing his arms behind his head as he matched steps with her.
"Well, well. Hello there, Ice Queen."
So much for being proper.
[~C L O S E D R P~]
{{RWBYverse}}
The smells were high on the winds. Soft, wafting scents of meals being prepared danced upon the very air, tantalizing to the nose, a point of which one could even feel themselves drool to the taste that was brought up immediately to their minds, the flavors that flowed upon tastebuds.
Cardin was alone today, watching some more of the battles that were being prepared during the Vytal Festival. A heart-lifting cheer could be heard from various sides of the stadium as teams from various countries duked it out in a means of friendly fire, in terms of being able to better themselves and their opponents as Huntsmen and Huntresses.
Team CRDL wasn't out of the running just yet; as a matter of fact, they had landed the team battles with flying colors against some no-named wanna be team from Mistral. It was humorous, watching those men rushing about while being set upon by the medieval appearing weapons that the Black Bishops had decided to utilize.
It was then that he noticed a certain white-locked woman, his eyes narrowing slightly. Oh, goodie. If it isn't the Heiress herself. Now, he never really had a qualm with her, didn't really have anything against her. As a matter of fact, she acted a lot like he did; hated those that were weak and seemed to have a little bit of a bias against Faunus in general.
Deciding to take up a little bit more of a proper approach versus a negative one, he walked up to her, crossing his arms behind his head as he matched steps with her.
"Well, well. Hello there, Ice Queen."
So much for being proper.