[X] Weiss Schnee. The spitting image of the Snow Queen. Some sort of princess from a faraway land, her motives for coming here at all a mystery twice over. Lonely and yet violently opposed to comfort and company.
[X] Weiss Schnee. The spitting image of the Snow Queen. Some sort of princess from a faraway land, her motives for coming here at all a mystery twice over. Lonely and yet violently opposed to comfort and company.
[X] Ruby Rose. She was the first thing on the professors' minds, a mystery and a prodigy, all centred around this 'Aurora Rose' you just heard so little and yet so much about.
Clearly, to seasoned story eater Little Miss 'I see dead people' and everything mysterious surrounding her is basically irresistible all you can eat buffet.
At least if you asked Shadow, that is.
He isn't picking this just to avoid interacting with Snow Queen's long lost daughter, no siree .
[X] Pyrrha Nikos. You've made a little headway with her already, but you can tell you've still got a long road ahead. And then there was the old woman's strange outburst, coupled with what you already know about how strange it is to come to Beacon from abroad.
I'm pretty sure this has no chance of winning, so I feel no guilt.
[x] Weiss Schnee. The spitting image of the Snow Queen. Some sort of princess from a faraway land, her motives for coming here at all a mystery twice over. Lonely and yet violently opposed to comfort and company.
@ZerbanDaGreat If we were to assimilate someone with things like tattoos and dyed hair, would we be able to use those or will we just have their original hair color.
@ZerbanDaGreat If we were to assimilate someone with things like tattoos and dyed hair, would we be able to use those or will we just have their original hair color.
Probably depends on how long they've got it. Since we're more of a storyeater than maneater, those details might change depending on whether or not such modifications are considered "part of the victim". Like, we're more likely to obtain blue hair from a girl who's consistently dyed it blue since she was ten rather than someone who just decided to dye it on a whim this morning.
Of course, Zerban's real answer will be "Eat one and find out!" followed with varying amounts of evil laughter.
[x] Weiss Schnee. The spitting image of the Snow Queen. Some sort of princess from a faraway land, her motives for coming here at all a mystery twice over. Lonely and yet violently opposed to comfort and company.
Never thought I'd willingly vote to see Jaune go after Weiss, but damn, I'm just curious to see what her deal is.
I don't think this is just about shipping. Remember, Grimm like the Groom are limited in a sense that their actions fit a story. What we're probably going to isn't a haremette, the Groom is just phrasing it that way, because it is his nature. In fact, the text basically states that.
Go go Gadget Nepotism Boss's Daughter Story Monster Corporate Ladder Climbing!
[x] Weiss Schnee. The spitting image of the Snow Queen. Some sort of princess from a faraway land, her motives for coming here at all a mystery twice over. Lonely and yet violently opposed to comfort and company.
But I s2g if the Groom teaches us how to play the guitar, I will find you.
Adhoc vote count started by ZerbanDaGreat on Dec 16, 2017 at 8:20 AM, finished with 81 posts and 51 votes.
[X] Weiss Schnee. The spitting image of the Snow Queen. Some sort of princess from a faraway land, her motives for coming here at all a mystery twice over. Lonely and yet violently opposed to comfort and company.
[X] Pyrrha Nikos. You've made a little headway with her already, but you can tell you've still got a long road ahead. And then there was the old woman's strange outburst, coupled with what you already know about how strange it is to come to Beacon from abroad.
[X] Nora Valkyrie. You know vanishingly little about her, but she's going to be on your team so you might as well start somewhere. As an added bonus, an 'in' with her is an 'in' with Ren.
[X] Professor Glynda Gotthard: You're a seasoned Grimm and you need a real woman in your life, not a mere babe. Also she smells like Grimm, what's up with that.
[X] Ruby Rose. She was the first thing on the professors' minds, a mystery and a prodigy, all centred around this 'Aurora Rose' you just heard so little and yet so much about.
You- Oh. You'll really need a body if you want to reply to the Groom. You've enjoyed the freedom of your true form so much that you didn't expect squeezing back into a human body to have all the appeal of a prison cell. The contrast catches you off guard; you didn't expect to be so annoyed. With a degree of reluctance you draw yourself inward, compressing yourself down, moulding and kneading yourself once more into the shape of a man. You can't help but grimace. It feels like sucking in your gut twice over. Jaune's body is still sleeping so you take the detective's instead - if the Groom even notices the difference he gives no indication he cares.
"Weiss Schnee," you say.
The Groom chuckles. There's no mirth in it, no warmth, but it's genuine in its own way. He closes his book with a snap like a gunshot and lays it down on the end-table beside him, raising his head to look at you properly. The door clicks shut behind you of its own accord.
"Now that one," he replies. "That one is a special one. I know her kind, of course. Just a poor young lady of exceptional breeding, all the money in the world and nothing she can buy to fill the void inside, longing for naught but the warmth and comfort of a man in her life. Her upbringing will have made her proof against mere platitudes, of course! She should be well-accustomed to envious suitors looking to pry her dowry out from under her father's watchful eye. The key is persistence, my young Shadow. You must persist long past the point at which she would have driven more weak-willed men away, long enough to convince her that you care about her for herself. Perhaps a few romantic gestures, lavish showings of how little mere money means to you. In time, she will succumb."
You wish you hadn't become the detective. By necessity it brought him straight to the surface, with no trace of Jaune to dull his insightful eye. Where once you considered him your superior and no less, now the Groom makes your skin crawl. He's seen too many men just like this Grimm, rich or poor, charming or boorish. Difference is the simple thugs learn once you beat 'em with the book. The 'classy' ones, the ones like the Groom, they never do. They just grind you down until they win.
You shake your head slightly. If you'd known human prey would be this troublesome you might never have devoured Jaune in the first place. You force yourself to say something less actively antagonising than the detective so desperately wants you to.
"What can you tell me of the Snow Queen's plans to conquer Vale?" you ask neutrally. "If I knew more, perhaps I could work towards-"
"Ah-ah-ah. Trying to learn more behind the Queen's back, are we~?" the Groom almost sing-songs.
"If she were here I would ask her the same question," you retort. Not wholly truthfully, but you don't like him so who cares.
He shrugs. "The truth... is that she keeps her plans to herself for the most part, and I see no reason to question her. What I do know is that even as we speak, my lesser brethren are beginning to gather in the secret places just beyond the valley. Massing steadily, such that their exodus will not be noticed by the humans until it is too late. Then, on the solstice, she will lead them forth like the onslaught of winter itself." He sinks comfortably in his armchair with a sigh, wriggling a little in excitement. "Ahhh, what a sight that will be."
He tilts his head back and to the side, looking down his nose at you from a crooked angle. "Perhaps by then you'll finally have had your fill, eh? Enough to properly join us?"
Your brow furrows. "I don't understand."
The Groom holds out his hand, letting the leather-bound book fall open once more. The pages flutter and rustle as they turn of their own accord - back to the beginning, all the way to the end, back again, on and on. The hard cover chased in gold, the pages thick and cream-coloured, the ink as sharp as the day it was printed. A fine book. A finer story. Distinguished.
"Of course you don't," he says. "Grimm, real Grimm, have stories. Your instincts should tell you as much. It's what you've sustained yourself on all these years, after all. Still, you lack a formal education. A Grimm is defined. We have our realms and boundaries and rules, and from this we draw our power. Our privilege. Take me, for example."
He brings his free hand to his chest, grinning the grin of a man who relishes every opportunity to talk about himself. "I am every charming smile that hides the darkness within. I am every handsome suitor with ulterior motives in his heart. I am every killer that uses a false face to lure his prey. I work through them and through them I am sustained. Through them I only grow stronger, day by day. They are all me, and I am the sum of their sin."
He slowly, theatrically, turns his open hand at the wrist to indicate you neck.
"And then... take you," he continues. Flicking his wrist. "Nothing at all. No mask to make you a man. No will to break. No voice to whisper man's evil back into their own ears."
He wraps his hand around the pages of his book and rips them all out of the spine in one swift tug. Leaving nothing but a long strip of dried glue and a few paltry scraps of paper. He closes the empty cover with a sad, quiet little 'snap'.
"Hollow," he says. "The only reason you're here is because the Queen was mildly curious to see if a nameless well of shadow could hold a human soul. But make no mistake - we don't need you. Strictly speaking we didn't even want you. And if you should be discovered before the invasion, nothing of value will be lost."
It's strange. He's not trying to insult you. That would imply he cares enough about your feelings to want to hurt them. You don't even need the detective's help to work out that much. As far as the Groom is concerned, he's merely stating facts. You aren't a person. You aren't even a Grimm, really. You're an interesting little thing with a job to do. You don't have feelings to hurt.
There's a strange twinge. In your chest or in your head, you're not sure which. Pain that isn't pain. You think you recall it from Jaune's memories - ah, Jaune must be awake somehow. Misapplying the brunt of the Groom's complete apathy to himself. Going by said memories he must be used to it. You stay silent of course, choosing not to speak with your stolen voice unless spoken to.
"... yes?" the Groom finally says. "Is there something else you want?"
"No I... was just waiting in case you had anything further," you reply.
"Well I don't." He shoos you away with the empty book cover. "Go on then. You have a job to do, don't you Shadow?" And then a wide, bright, winning smile spreads across his lips and it's like he's transformed into a completely different being. "Knock 'em dead, tiger. You'll have Schnee eating out of the palm of your hand inside a week, guaranteed."
"Thank you, sir," you say, and turn to leave. You fade with every step you take towards the door, the detective's features running like wax, turning to smoke, turning to shadow. It's not a hand you reach out with, but a pitch-black pseudopod that simply nudges the doorknob. The door opens without any further prompting, and this time it's the hallway outside the teacher's lounge that lies beyond. You don't spare a backwards glance. You know the Groom wouldn't, in your place. The door shuts itself one last time behind you, Once more leading exactly where it's supposed to.
Doors and mirrors. You wonder what else you have to start being wary of. Water?
It's a simple matter to retrace your steps back to the dormitory. It's even later, even darker, and all the teachers are in bed or on their way. A person might use the quiet time to contemplate the Groom's words, ruminate on the task ahead, but you aren't a person. You are the Shadow and you will do no more or less than exactly what was asked of you. Right now that means getting back in bed and keeping your cover, no matter what. You swarm your way up the outside wall and filter through the small window set high in the stone, spilling down across the tiled floor and rising-
Oh. The bathroom has a mirror. In your haste on the way out you didn't notice. Didn't stop to look of course, you have no reason to. But now you 'stand' before it, a hovering column of billowing black fog, a darkness darker than the mundane shadow that surrounds it.
The Groom was right. You really don't have a mask. But the mask is what gives a Grimm form. You know this, anyone knows this. The mask is the self, the sapience, the calcified ego. How can you lack one and yet... comprehend that you lack one? It makes you feel strange. Makes your 'head' feel foggy. Was the Groom right? If you devour the other Hunters-in-training, might you finally gain a mask?
You find yourself focusing. Drawing upon the souls, the fragments of story, swirling in the vast well inside you. It's no different to when you blended Jaune's and the detective's physical forms. You sculpt yourself, draw yourself into ever-so-slightly more solid form. Painting a mask of bleached white bone over the closest thing you have to a face.
It's like the rest of you. Smoky and faded and indistinct. Turning to wisps of white smoke at the edges. A simple thing, blank and unadorned. Without character. Without life. Nothing but two gaping, hollow black pits for eyes to break up the expanse of white.
You let the illusion fade and return to bed.
***
Gotthard comes for you at exactly 5:55am. You know this because she politely informs you of the time while you're busy lurching Jaune's ungainly, half-asleep body back into the bathroom to blast his face with ice-cold water. Ruby and Cardin are already waiting in the hall when you stumble out, hair plastered to your skull, clothes sticking to your still-damp skin. Gotthard wastes no more time marching the three of you out of the dormitories, leading you on a half-familiar trek into the castle proper. She doesn't lead you straight back to the teacher's lounge of course, but to the next-best thing.
The plaque on the door names it the captains' lounge, and stepping inside reveals a smaller and slightly more austere copy of the teachers' lounge. No fireplace, smaller windows and only three chairs arranged around a circular coffee table, but that's more than enough. Ruby sinks gratefully into the closest one, and Cardin is visibly restraining himself from doing the same so shamelessly. You slump heavily in the third. The brand new captains are all assembled.
Gotthard retrieves a stack of binders and dumps them unceremoniously onto the coffee table. Nine of them, bound in black with coloured tabs peeking free, each labelled with a team-member's name. The three of you start dividing them up as Gotthard begins to speak.
"You will meet here at this hour every day from now on, excluding some weekends and designated holiday periods." Three silver keys clatter and rattle as she drops them in the middle too. "Your keys. If you need to confer with a teammate about their performance in private, this room is yours. Professor Ozpin will be along shortly - I suggest you study the materials provided to you in the time you have."
"Professor is there any-"
Gotthard strides out without another word and shuts the door behind her with all the finality of a gunshot.
"-... food," Ruby finishes forlornly.
"Well, suck in the guts, gang," Cardin says with a somewhat grim edge to his voice. "We're captains now. Personal sacrifices are just gonna be part of the game."
Given that human food is the least-enticing thing in the world to you, you have no problem getting to work immediately. Three dossiers before you, potentially full of all sorts of useful information. The only question is where to start.
[ ] Pyrrha's. You made a little headway in the forest (you think), but she certainly seems the type to be the most actively resistant to your leadership. Maybe with a little more background you can bring her on-side properly, maybe even get her help in cracking the tough nut that is Ren and Nora.
[ ] Ren's. He's a mysterious sort, quiet and unassuming, seemingly content to just go along with whatever Nora wants him to do. Is there some kind of hidden reason for it, or is that just who he is?
[ ] Nora's. Outspoken and confident and barely on speaking terms with the concept of shame. She has some sort of history with Ren, and for lack of a better frame of reference she seems to be his own Pyrrha. Perhaps if you get to her, he'll follow suit?
The sounds of chewing slowly creep into the silence that follows. You and Cardin both turn to look at Ruby. She freezes, autumn-orange eyes flicking between you and him and back again, cheek swollen around the mouthful of masticated muffin. The half-eaten baked good in question still clutched in her hand.
"Where'd you get that?" Cardin asks.
"Muffin pocket," Ruby replies, as if that answers everything.
Cardin blinks once, sighing through his nose. "(Alright, well since I'm clearly the only one of us taking this seriously,)" he mutters, flipping open one of the dossiers before him - Taube's, going by the upside-down writing - and starting to leaf through.
"... hey," you protest, almost before you realise you're doing it. "How about let's none of us speak for anyone but ourselves, okay?"
Cardin glances up at you, scoffs, and looks right back down. "C'mon man, no need to flex like that when Nikos isn't around. I saw you on the airship - looked like it was the first time you'd even seen your own damn weapon. You haven't got a clue."
"Yeah but..." you pause, racking your brain for a comeback, "But the whole point of these captain meetings is to get a clue," you finish defensively. "And maybe I already have plans for my team. Maybe Ruby does. You shouldn't just assume things about people."
Cardin flicks his eyes up again. Holds your gaze for a moment. Then another. Then another. He chuckles and shrugs, flicking his eyebrows off in another direction as if to say 'can you believe this guy' to an unseen audience, and closes the folder. He leans forward, elbows on the table, hands clasped, and gives you his undivided attention.
"Alright Arc, I'll bite. What's the big plan?" he asks.
He's reminding you of the Groom. You hate that.
[ ] Answer him. Tell him how you plan to get to know your teammates and work on getting them functioning like a cohesive unit.
--[ ] ... shit you should have planned this better. [Write-in]
[ ] Turn the question back on him. Maybe he's the one flexing because getting to Beacon with his cobbled-together team was just as much a fluke as anything else you've done.
[ ] He wants flexing? Alright, you'll flex. Give him a taste of the same medicine you gave Pyrrha. Tell him in no uncertain terms that you won't put up with a year of this bullshit when you're ostensibly equals so he'd best cut that shit out now.
Adhoc vote count started by ZerbanDaGreat on Dec 22, 2017 at 5:52 PM, finished with 70 posts and 36 votes.
[x] Nora's. Outspoken and confident and barely on speaking terms with the concept of shame. She has some sort of history with Ren, and for lack of a better frame of reference she seems to be his own Pyrrha. Perhaps if you get to her, he'll follow suit?
[X] Answer him. Tell him how you plan to get to know your teammates and work on getting them functioning like a cohesive unit.
--[X] We teamed up with Pyrrah in the forest, and Nora ran off with Ren. Our team is split down the middle, and the longer we leave it that way, the more likely we're going to end up with "sides". We'll ask Pyrrah to talk to... Ren, probably, while we tackle Nora. That way we can all bond together as a foursome. Hopefully. If Ren will listen to anyone but Nora, and Nora will listen to anyone.
[X] He wants flexing? Alright, you'll flex. Give him a taste of the same medicine you gave Pyrrha. Tell him in no uncertain terms that you won't put up with a year of this bullshit when you're ostensibly equals so he'd best cut that shit out now.
[X] Ren's. He's a mysterious sort, quiet and unassuming, seemingly content to just go along with whatever Nora wants him to do. Is there some kind of hidden reason for it, or is that just who he is?
[X] Ren's. He's a mysterious sort, quiet and unassuming, seemingly content to just go along with whatever Nora wants him to do. Is there some kind of hidden reason for it, or is that just who he is?
[X] Answer him. Tell him how you plan to get to know your teammates and work on getting them functioning like a cohesive unit.
[x] Nora's. Outspoken and confident and barely on speaking terms with the concept of shame. She has some sort of history with Ren, and for lack of a better frame of reference she seems to be his own Pyrrha. Perhaps if you get to her, he'll follow suit?
[x] Pyrrha's. You made a little headway in the forest (you think), but she certainly seems the type to be the most actively resistant to your leadership. Maybe with a little more background you can bring her on-side properly, maybe even get her help in cracking the tough nut that is Ren and Nora.
[X] He wants flexing? Alright, you'll flex. Give him a taste of the same medicine you gave Pyrrha. Tell him in no uncertain terms that you won't put up with a year of this bullshit when you're ostensibly equals so he'd best cut that shit out now.
[X] Ren's. He's a mysterious sort, quiet and unassuming, seemingly content to just go along with whatever Nora wants him to do. Is there some kind of hidden reason for it, or is that just who he is?
[X] Answer him. Tell him how you plan to get to know your teammates and work on getting them functioning like a cohesive unit.
-[X] First thing's first. Since you're going to be fighting together you need to know how each other fight. Enter a discussion about each other's fighting styles, weaponry, and Semblances. This not only informs each team member about the abilities of the others, but will serve as an icebreaker of sorts. As for general team cohesion: It could be disastrous if two team members get in each other's way in the middle of a fight, so establish basic roles and plans for general scenarios. Example: when encountering an enemy, person A should engage the enemy while person B provides fire support, meanwhile person C flanks the enemy and prevents escape/finishes them off. Since you're new, do not try anything complicated, just stick to the basics for now. However, roles should not be set in stone so early on so allow members to change roles if they feel they could be better in another position. Someone who normally provides fire support may feel they could be better as a direct fighter, or vice versa, so change the team composition around to experiment. To further get to know our team mates' personalities, discuss potential scenarios a hunter would face on the field. What would you do if you encountered this type of Grimm? Now let's say there are innocent civilians you had to defend when this Grimm shows up, would you do anything differently? If so, what? What would you do if your teammate was injured while surrounded? Would you eliminate all the enemies before providing medical treatment? Would you attempt to grab your teammate to escape? Or something else? Not only will their answers provide insights to their personalities, but these scenarios are likely to happen in the future so it's something useful to think upon as well.
[X] Ren's. He's a mysterious sort, quiet and unassuming, seemingly content to just go along with whatever Nora wants him to do. Is there some kind of hidden reason for it, or is that just who he is?
[X] Turn the question back on him. Maybe he's the one flexing because getting to Beacon with his cobbled-together team was just as much a fluke as anything else you've done.
[X] He wants flexing? Alright, you'll flex. Give him a taste of the same medicine you gave Pyrrha. Tell him in no uncertain terms that you won't put up with a year of this bullshit when you're ostensibly equals so he'd best cut that shit out now.
[X] Ren's. He's a mysterious sort, quiet and unassuming, seemingly content to just go along with whatever Nora wants him to do. Is there some kind of hidden reason for it, or is that just who he is?
[X] Eat Ruby, then eat Cardin. You ain't gotta put up with this.
"And then... take you," he continues. Flicking his wrist. "Nothing at all. No mask to make you a man. No will to break. No voice to whisper man's evil back into their own ears."
"Now that one," he replies. "That one is a special one. I know her kind, of course. Just a poor young lady of exceptional breeding, all the money in the world and nothing she can buy to fill the void inside, longing for naught but the warmth and comfort of a man in her life. Her upbringing will have made her proof against mere platitudes, of course! She should be well-accustomed to envious suitors looking to pry her dowry out from under her father's watchful eye. The key is persistence, my young Shadow. You must persist long past the point at which she would have driven more weak-willed men away, long enough to convince her that you care about her for herself. Perhaps a few romantic gestures, lavish showings of how little mere money means to you. In time, she will succumb."
He brings his free hand to his chest, grinning the grin of a man who relishes every opportunity to talk about himself. "I am every charming smile that hides the darkness within. I am every handsome suitor with ulterior motives in his heart. I am every killer that uses a false face to lure his prey. I work through them and through them I am sustained. Through them I only grow stronger, day by day. They are all me, and I am the sum of their sin."
The Groom is a creepy fucker. But it's kinda interesting to chart the progression of the Grimm, they go from formless shadows/infected animals or people to the white-masked monsters that are usually, like, some level of clever and scary (but in a feral, almost cunning way), to more complex and diffuse creatures that are basically indistinguishable from a living narrative itself. And the story is usually a fucked up predatory one that infects and ruins people because that's how Grimm feed. Like the Groom can apparently sustain himself off of people he doesn't even physically eat (ohhh 'cause he's, uh, chewing on them from the inside out) although I imagine that he feeds pretty well off of people he traps in his serial killer routine. On top of that there's a constant, deliberately movement towards civilization and humans too. Lesser Grimm are monsters on the fringes, advanced Grimm like the Bosenwulf are able to disguise themselves and set up nests in human domains, and shit like the Groom does at once a fantastic and really fucking off job at mimicing a human entirely and feeds exclusively off of complex human behavior.
They take the shitty parts of humanity and amplify and nurture it, they're very devil-at-the-crossroads plus shades of the Gentry if you know Changeling the Lost.
The Groom was right. You really don't have a mask. But the mask is what gives a Grimm form. You know this, anyone knows this. The mask is the self, the sapience, the calcified ego. How can you lack one and yet... comprehend that you lack one? It makes you feel strange. Makes your 'head' feel foggy. Was the Groom right? If you devour the other Hunters-in-training, might you finally gain a mask?
You find yourself focusing. Drawing upon the souls, the fragments of story, swirling in the vast well inside you. It's no different to when you blended Jaune's and the detective's physical forms. You sculpt yourself, draw yourself into ever-so-slightly more solid form. Painting a mask of bleached white bone over the closest thing you have to a face.
It's like the rest of you. Smoky and faded and indistinct. Turning to wisps of white smoke at the edges. A simple thing, blank and unadorned. Without character. Without life. Nothing but two gaping, hollow black pits for eyes to break up the expanse of white.
The sounds of chewing slowly creep into the silence that follows. You and Cardin both turn to look at Ruby. She freezes, autumn-orange eyes flicking between you and him and back again, cheek swollen around the mouthful of masticated muffin. The half-eaten baked good in question still clutched in her hand.
"Where'd you get that?" Cardin asks.
"Muffin pocket," Ruby replies, as if that answers everything.
[ ] Answer him. Tell him how you plan to get to know your teammates and work on getting them functioning like a cohesive unit.
--[ ] We'll eat our team and then manifest them as familiars and run them as a fully synchronized organism wait shit
[X] He wants flexing? Alright, you'll flex. Give him a taste of the same medicine you gave Pyrrha. Tell him in no uncertain terms that you won't put up with a year of this bullshit when you're ostensibly equals so he'd best cut that shit out now.
Y'know the quest has straight up said "Grimm like the Groom can casually squash you and would squash you even if you had a hundred years to pack on pounds" and there's a heavy implication that the lack of an identity isn't a good thing. Like, without an identity we lack shit like...values, morals, social support, ethics. We're basically a slightly killier roomba and only started developing past that when we ate Jaune and Seabass, the two of whom function as prosthetic masks essentially.
EDIT: OH RIGHT I'M A DUMBASS
[X] Ren's. He's a mysterious sort, quiet and unassuming, seemingly content to just go along with whatever Nora wants him to do. Is there some kind of hidden reason for it, or is that just who he is?
Pyrra and Nora are easy enough to learn about, they wear a lot of their shit on their sleeves and don't seem to be shy about talking. Ren is quiet, withdrawn, and has some low-key brrrooother-sister thing going on with Nora? Not sure. I feel like he's very good at being very bland and closed off and doesn't seem to seek out conversation or interaction with anyone outside Nora. So reading his file is probably our best bet to learn anything about him.
[X] Ren's. He's a mysterious sort, quiet and unassuming, seemingly content to just go along with whatever Nora wants him to do. Is there some kind of hidden reason for it, or is that just who he is?
Unlike Ruby and Pyrrha, I haven't noticed anything that much different with Ren and Nora. Makes me think that the differences are much more subtle.
[x] Pyrrha's. You made a little headway in the forest (you think), but she certainly seems the type to be the most actively resistant to your leadership. Maybe with a little more background you can bring her on-side properly, maybe even get her help in cracking the tough nut that is Ren and Nora.
[X] He wants flexing? Alright, you'll flex. Give him a taste of the same medicine you gave Pyrrha. Tell him in no uncertain terms that you won't put up with a year of this bullshit when you're ostensibly equals so he'd best cut that shit out now
[ ] Answer him. Tell him how you plan to get to know your teammates and work on getting them functioning like a cohesive unit.
--[ ] We'll eat our team and then manifest them as familiars and run them as a fully synchronized organism wait shit
[X] He wants flexing? Alright, you'll flex. Give him a taste of the same medicine you gave Pyrrha. Tell him in no uncertain terms that you won't put up with a year of this bullshit when you're ostensibly equals so he'd best cut that shit out now.
Honestly I don't think Cardin has done something wrong as such, even if he's being something of a dick. Ruby and Jaune legitimately don't appaear to have a plan and from what's he seen the assumption that he should take charge is grounded in facts.
The way to counter this productively in such a way as to avoid a fight would be to put forward a legit team plan. Show some initiative and thought and in so doing disprove this narrative Cardin seems to be building in his head where he's the only competent leader who needs to take charge because no one else can.
Honestly I don't think Cardin has done something wrong as such, even if he's being something of a dick. Ruby and Jaune legitimately don't appaear to have a plan and from what's he seen the assumption that he should take charge is grounded in facts.
The way to counter this productively in such a way as to avoid a fight would be to put forward a legit team plan. Show some initiative and thought and in so doing disprove this narrative Cardin seems to be building in his head where he's the only competent leader who needs to take charge because no one else can.
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