Cardin And Faunus Labour

Cardin and Faunus Labour

Velvet Scarletina: Please sign our Faunus Labour Petition? Cardin Winchester: Go away, rabbit, I don't have time for this.

Velvet blushes but refuses to give up: Sir, please. Just a minute of your time?

Cardin getting frustrated: Bitch, who said you could touch me?

Velvet grabs Cardin's massive biceps: Don't you want to help the Faunus?

NAAAHH!

Cardin: I want the Faunus to work HARDER! Velvet flushes and sweats: Sir?

Cardin: I want them Scrolls made CHEAP!

Velvet gasps and clutches at the front of her shirt as it grows more translucent with sweat: What?

Cardin flexes his muscles: Put their squirrely hands to WORK!

Velvet goes cross-eyed as she stares at Cardin's perfectly sculpted body: Oh my God ~!

Cardin then steps close to Velvet and pushes his burnished pecs into Velvet's nose: Dust mines? I call that a mineral bath.

Velvet squeaks and futilely tries to push Cardin away: Sir~!

Cardin slams his hand into the wall beside Velvet's head: Fact that Dust ain't gonna mine itself.

Velvet squeals and uses her long bunny ears to cover her eyes: Sir!

Cardin tips Velvet's chin up and forces her to look into his eyes: Let the wage match the race.

Velvet grabs Cardin's wrist but is unable to look away and moans helplessly at how wet her shorts are becoming.

Cardin leans in and forces Velvet flat against the wall: In fact, don't pay them at all.

Velvet sobs as Cardin leans into her ears and whispers: Just do it.

Velvet leans back against the wall and hoarsely whispers: Please, think of the orphans ~!

Cardin pins Velvet's hands against the wall and luxuriates in the scent of her femininity mixed with desire and a hint of wet rabbit fur: What are they going to do, tell their parents?

Cardin then brushes the back of his knuckles across Velvet's tear-stained cheeks: If they strike? We strike. Them. Back.

Finally, unable to deny the ache in the pit of her belly and the noiseless buzz in her head, Velvet springs up and wraps her lithe body around Cardin's: Actually, the petition is FOR FAUNUS LABOR!

Cardin grins, grabs a handful of Velvet's buns, and throws her screaming over his shoulder: Well then, I'm gonna work you all night long!

Sounds badass as hell.

One reason I’m a bit disappointed with Watts is I felt like he should have used Baritsu against James given he alludes to a Sherlock Holmes character

Dr. Watson wasn’t a wimp in the books it was stated he used to be an athlete

Better yet, Yang getting cocky tries to threaten him physically and he breaks out the fisticuffs with his rings acting like a form of electrified brass knuckles or something

Condoms, let's see them

Dove Bronzewing: CONDOMS. Let's see them!

Pyrrha Nikos: W-What do you mean?

Dove: Let me see the condoms you're about to put on Cardin's wiener!

Dove snatched the condom Pyrrha handed over hesitantly and began to scrutinize the innocent package with the eyes of a craftsman. A subtle smirk of victory sharpened the raptor's cunning that featured heavily on Dove's face before Dove opened and poured his beer into the condom.

The triumph on Dove's face was matched by the look of revulsion and horror on Cardin's as beer leaked out through the multitude of holes that Pyrrha had pierced through the condom. At the same time, Pyrrha pounced on Cardin and begged the bewildered Huntsman to put a baby in her belly because Jaune couldn't satisfy her.l

Dove: Zip it, psycho! Go and be happy with Jaune's micro-penis! Get out!

Dove's voice rose to a high-pitched squeal as Pyrrha ran, humiliated, from CRDL's dorm.

Dove: GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!

Ironwood didn't ask for the Young Schnee Heiress, yet here she was, sitting in what could only be called strings, teasing him yet again. Well, he liked the desk, but he liked fucking Weiss even more, if it cost him a new desk and a dozen noise complaints, he would accept it. Especially if she kept calling him Daddy!

The desk's legs creaked and moaned under the intense stress of two bodies crashing against it. The pale cheeks of the Schnee heiress's young body slapped against the wood, as General Ironwood pounded into her hard and fast

"Daddy! Fuck me daddy!" She squealed. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, nails digging into his back.

Ironwood's cock was being squeezed and massaged by her tight pussy in more ways than he could ever imagine. How in the hell did he not do this sooner?

"Cumming!" he groaned in her ear. Pounding into her as hard as he could, the desk's legs SHATTERED completely, the weight of the two lovers collapsing it

Weiss huffed and panted into Ironwood's neck. He had filled her up so full and good, she might just get addicted. Nuzzling into his cheek, she moaned

"A-again...?"

Was thinking about how Adam and Eve betrayed God in a Garden and how Jesus's tomb was in a Garden.

And how that makes the story come full circle.

Cause life was given in the Garden but then Adam and Eve chose death, and then Jesus chose Death so life could be once again be given in the garden through his resurrection.

And I don't know what to do with this

You know what? I’m tired of phrasing it any more nicely than this: 

If you think the premeditated and near-complete destruction of an entire groupe of people and the hunting down of any survivors and sympathizers (including children and the elderly) by stormtroopers was meant to be a commentary on the people who got exterminated rather than the guys commanding the stormtroopers, you are, in fact, not thinking.