Hell on Remnant(Ghost Rider x RWBY)

Inner Conflict

3rd POV:

Some people may like surprises, but this one isn't one that our group could say they ENJOYED hearing about, that being, Jacques Schnee by some miracle winning the election, who knows, he may have done some virgin sacrifices or something, alas, the news wasn't welcomed, notheless the smug bastard sent Ironwood an invitation to dinner, probably to gloat about his win.

Duncan frowned while he massaged the bridge of his nose, aproaching Ironwood's desk.

Duncan: "You gotta be kidding! Is this a prank? Are there cameras in here?", he made some sarcastic remarks, clearly displeased.

Ironwood: "I assure you, it is the truth, as... displeasing it may sound.", he spoke in a flat tone.

Ashley: "Well you heard him boys and girls, get ready for a FANCY dinner. Might as well put on some make up and get a dress while i'm at it!", her voice dripping with sarcasm, she couldn't help but cross her arms, sharing her brother's displeased mood.

With the meeting done, everyone scattered around, getting ready for the said DINNER, ugh. In the hallway, Duncan told Ashley that he would meet with herater, he had something to take care of. Blake who was carefuly tailing Duncan also heard this.

Duncan took notice of Yang's downward expression ever since they returned, seeing Yang in this state was quite the rare sight.

Around the corner Blake could be seen eavesdropping on Duncan and Yang.

Duncan: "Hey there firecracker! You ok in there?", he patted Yang's head, wich she didn't seem to mind.

Yang: "Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, of course i'm. Why shouldn't i be?", she put on a fake smile.

Duncan: "Because you look like someone killed your puppy, so why not talk about it?", he gave her a small smile.

Yang contemplated the decission, she lately confined into Duncan more then she would like to confess, even with her mother back, in some sort of way, she would always turn towards Duncan for a pep talk or advice. To her, Duncan was like Qrow, but more chaotic and respsonsible, if that's even possible. You could argue that they are quite similar, from their passion for motorcycles, to their carefree and devil may care attitude, and lastly but nonetheleast, their rage ralated powers, while Yang had no problems venting out her anger with her Semblance, Duncan was quite the opposite, he would suppress his emmotions until the right moment to use them, feeding The Ghost Rider with pure and raw emmotions can end up in a disaster.

Yang: "It's just... Blake, she has been quite cranky recently."

Duncan: "You sure it isn't that time of the month?", he deadpanned.

Duncan half expected to earn a punch for the joke, but instead Yang rested her back against the wall with her arms crossed to her chest, her gaze focused on the floor.

Yang: "No, even if it was, she isn't THAT cranky, she seems more defensive, like she is building a wall around herself, keeping us out... keeping me out."

Duncan nodded his head in understanding, he then took seat on the floor, resting his back against the wall. Yang unconciously fell down, taking a seat onto the floor besides Duncan. Blake who was still undetected, thanks to a little something she had, gritted her teeth, her nails digging into the wall at the sight.

Duncan: "Yang, i'm gonna come clean, i'm not the best when it comes to advices, hell, i improvise as i go. But... i'm gonna say this, endure.", he still mantained a small smile, trying to reasure Yang.