This choice: But wait! What happened to the REAL Pyrrha? • Go Back...Chapter #10But wait! What happened to the REAL Pyrrha? by: Orton   We've already seen some of Cardin's escapades in the identity of Pyrrha Nikos, but what's been happening to the poor girl on her side of this story?
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Pyrrha was honestly quite puzzled. For Cardin Winchester to come up to her out of the blue, asking if he could try to ease tensions between him and Jaune? Professor Port must have really brought down his hammer of authority on him, since it seemed like these kinds of actions never yielded any results in the past. Still, all he wanted in return was to hold a remote for him? She knew that Winchester was a few bullets short of a full magazine, but if it meant that he would stop being so abrasive to poor Jaune, then she'd be more than happy to try and work with him.
The least I can do right now is humor the man, Pyrrha thought to herself, as she reached up to grab hold of the remote Cardin had extended to her. Curious, she pondered, what kind of device is this? I don't think I've ever seen a remote like this before... maybe it's for a radio or something similar? Her hand had finally gripped the item.
Other than a slight tingle, it didn't seem like grabbing the remote actually did anything. She stood there, with the plastic piece in hand, expecting something, anything really to happen to it.
"...Soooooooo. What did grabbing your remote do..?" Pyrrha finally asked Cardin, still looking at the remote; she was convinced that Cardin was definitely shorter on the common sense scale than previously thought.
"It did everything great okay thanks later!" In an instant, Cardin had yanked the remote from her hand before darting back around the corner, to the hall he had called her from. This is... yes, he has to be completely out of his mind, she thought. If she had questioned it in her head a bit more, she probably would have wondered why he left in a blur that was so unusually... red, but she played it off as a trick from the light of the hall windows. Turning back around, she started her trek back to her dorm, only managing to take a few steps before noticing something off. In fact, a LOT of things felt off.
Okay, I certainly do NOT remember my legs feeling as stuffy as they are right now. Pyrrha turned her head down to find she was now wearing a pair of uniform slacks. "H-huh?" she stammered. Gears started turning in her head, trying to understand how quickly her head was able to adjust itself. Her neck tilting down provided another visual shock: Wait, how can I see my feet so clearly? Where is my CHEST?? "What... what is this?" she said aloud as she brought a hand up to her head, and even MORE alarms were starting to go off; her hair was gone! In its place was a gelled, short cut, that was a far cry from the bangs and ponytail she usually sported. Pyrrha also examined how rough her fingers felt against her forehead; she never had battered, callous hands at this level before, nor did her voice ever reach as low of an octave as it currently did!
Falling into the floor, she yelped as the impact on her butt felt much sharper than it normally would; she had lost the natural padding her rear had. Her hands began to frantically roam across herself; hard abs, pectorals with more muscle mass than she was accustomed to, biceps that were strained against the material of the blazer she now wore, a weird pressure where her legs clasped around her groin. This isn't right, something is wrong here, something is VERY, VERY WRONG, her mind shouted. Pyrrha's thoughts were a panicked jumble, and she had to struggle to her feet, her center of gravity being vastly different from what she was used to. Wobbling over to a classroom, she was able to catch her reflection in the glass of the door; looking back at her was the rough and equally panicked face of Cardin Winchester.
She screamed.
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Running through the halls, Pyrrha was barely able to keep herself upright while she frantically searched the empty classrooms for Cardin; her new body's height was throwing her off immensely. "He HAS to have had something to do with this," she muttered under her breath. "I was perfectly fine until he called me over to see his... REMOTE!" Two and two finally clicked together in her mind; the red blur she had barely registered when he left had been real, it was HER hair! Somehow that remote Cardin was holding had allowed him to take her appearance!
After all her room search proved fruitless, Pyrrha had made her way to one of the campus's many open courtyards. Panic was really beginning to set in; she needed to find Cardin, and find him quickly. Who knew what kinds of horrible acts he was committing with her identity: stealing pencils, mocking the school administrators, or worse, antagonizing her friends!
Whipping her head around rapidly, she caught a glimpse of a familiar tuft of blonde hair walking away from the crowds of students: it was Yang Xiao Long! Pyrrha had never been more glad to see the brawler. She began making her way to the girl, when a faint buzz in her head made her stride slow down. Oh shit, it's Xiao Long... What a fiiiiine piece of ass. I totally would have hit her up, if it weren't for the fact that her and all her bitchy friends hate my guts, and would kick my ass three ways to Sunday... Pyrrha paused. Wait, why would I think that about Yang? She's my friend... huh..?
Pyrrha winced a bit as the buzzing sensation returned to her mind. Suddenly, almost against her will, foreign thoughts started filling her head. Thoughts of blackmailing Jaune when she found out he faked his way into Beacon, being embarrassed getting her shit kicked in by Pyrrha Nikos during sparring classes, and laughing at how fuckin' weird and stupid the ears on that Scarlatina chick looked. Then realization hit her: these were Cardin's memories!
Giving one more glance at the back of her former friend, Pyrrha regretfully turned away from the blonde, and resumed her search for her body. By this time of the day, extracurricular classes were over, and students were either headed back to their rooms, or were casually lounging around; either way, the masses had thinned out, and from what she could see, "she" was nowhere to be found. Her options dwindling, she came down to the best option of the few she had, and began making her way to the dormitory wing of the academy; towards her room.
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Pyrrha had started making her way down the corridor, terrified, but committed. She eyed each of the numbered doors, slowly counting the numbers down, sweat forming on her brow. Her only hope was that one of her teammates was in their room, and that she could somehow convince them that she was actually "her" and that Cardin had made off with her face. She had finally reached her destination. Very hesitantly, she raised a hand to the door, slowly bringing her knuckles (which were VERY pale, due to how tight she had her fist clenched) to the wood surface, and began knocking. She waited a moment as she heard a very faint, but familiar yell, as there was a loud thump against the floor; Jaune must have stood up too quickly to answer the door again, and tripped over his shoes. The yelp he emitted brought Pyrrha a small chuckle, she knew him so well. The slight tension relief was immediate gone, however, as she heard the doorknob turn as it swung open. Jaune stood in the frame, nursing the bump he had given himself on his elbow, until he looked up to see the unexpected visitor; his complexion going completely pale once he recognized the face he was staring at.
"C-C-C-Cardin!? What are you d-doing here!?" his voice squeaked; Pyrrha was in a state of shock as well, fully comprehending the situation she was in. Her demeanor only worsened, as her eyes slipped past Jaune's terrified expression, to see the other occupant in the room:
It was Pyrrha Nikos, standing next to her bed, fully adorned in her combat attire; her face in an equal amount of surprise, until it slowly shifted from a startled stare, to a menacing grin full of malicious intent.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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