Hell on Remnant(Ghost Rider x RWBY)

A New Form?

3rd POV:

The very next day, the day of the mission has arrived, Duncan and Medusa were tasked to supervise a team. Duncan has been assigned to watch over team RWBY and Medusa to team JNPR.

As the two of them were walking down the hallway in order to meet with their teams, Medusa looked at Duncan in worry, something that didn't go unnoticed by the young rider.

Duncan: "Something the matter? Don't tell me you are nervous for our first mission as teachers."

Medusa: "No, it's nothing like that but... are you okay?"

Duncan: "Yeah, i'm perfect, what makes you say that?"

Medusa: "Last night... you didn't look well, to say the least... you were pale, you slept with a pained expression..."

Duncan: "When you put it like that clearly doesn't sound good at all, but it's nothing new to me, must be another nightmare from Zarathos's memories or from Hell."

Medusa: "That doesn't decrease my worries at all, but that wasn't all..."

Duncan: "I'm sure whatever it is, it's gonna be fine..."

Medusa: "... the marks..."

Hearing this Duncan stopped walking and looked at Medusa.

Duncan: "What marks?"

Medusa: "Never mind, it must be my imagination, but i could have swore that  you hade some black marks coming from your forehead going across your face and onto your neck..."

Duncan: "I... don't even know what to say... but it's not like we went through something wierder in our life, come on, we literally come from a world were angels and demons exist, you are a goddess, i have a celestial bonded to my soul."

Duncan just adopted a more casual smirk trying to reassure Medusa that there's  nothing to worry her about and it worked.

Medusa: "Yeah, you are right, it must have been my imagination, come on now we can't be late for our first mission."

Duncan: "Now that's more like it, but before we go. I have to save my friend whiskey who is held captive by the villain flask."

Duncan then proceeded to take out a flask from his jacket's inner pocket and take a sip... a pretty big sip. At this moment Medusa just had a deadpan expression and just rolled with it. But it was for the better, she preffered a more easygoing Duncan then the deadly and ruthless Ghost Rider persona that he had.

As they continued to walk they finally arrived at place where the team were gathering.

Duncan stopped and adopted a more serious expression, something that made Medusa nervous.

Duncan: "Medusa, i know that we are supposed to watch over the teams, but... if Blackheart and his demons show up, promise me that you will run. Doesn't matter what happens, doesn't matter where you are, take the team and run."

Medusa: "O-of course, i promise..."

Duncan: "Good... 'cause if something were to happen to you, i wouldn't know what i would do... i can't lose someone else to that bastard."

Medusa: "Someone... else? Duncan i didn't see something like that among the dreams we shared."

Duncan: "Medusa... do all the dreams seem foggy and stop abruptly?"