Falling. That was all Squall Leonhart could remember he was doing. He began to search his mind for what had happened. Nothing. His mind was blank of any memories that could help him. He opened his eyes to see where he was. He was lying on the ground, in an area that he didn't recognize. "What the hell?" Squall picked himself up, and grabbed his gunblade. It was dark, and raining slightly, the raindrops hitting the ground with a soft Dripping noise. He began to wander the streets until he found a large red neon sign reading "From Dust Til Dawn" Squall had no idea why, but he was drawn to the building. As he drew closer, Squall could hear audible commotion coming from the interior. "Trouble." He thought in his head, as he sprinted into the building, breaking the door down to see the situation before him.
There stood multiple men, all wearing black suits with red ties and sunglasses. All except one. A man with orange hair was wearing a red lined white suit with black pants and a black bowler hat with a red strap on it. He was aiming a cane at the face of an old man behind the cash register.
Squall immediately assumed that the man in white was their leader, as he was casually giving orders to the men in black suits. The leader noticed Squall, and turned toward him. "Well, look what we have here. A wannabe hero, trying to get in the way of a robbery? Word of fashion advice, kid. It only takes one belt to hold up your pants."
Squall simply glared at him, before responding. "I don't care who the hell you are, but You're gonna let go of the old man, and walk out of here." He told the man in a rather straightforward tone. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to?" The man responded. "Boys, take care of this one, will you?" Three of the men in black suits advanced towards him. They drew their weapons and prepared to attack.
Squall grabbed his gunblade and blocked the incoming attacks, the weapons clashed, sparks flying everywhere. Squall kicked them away, and rushed forward, firing blasts at the attackers from his gunblade. More goons were sent at him, but he dispatched them with ease.
"You're going to have to do better than that." Squall said to his opponents. Before the man in white could respond, a loud "Hyaaaah!" Echoed from behind Squall. A girl, no older than 15, jumped at the white coated man. The girl was wearing a black dress with red lace in the corset,and a red hooded cloak. What piqued Squall's Interest most, was her weapon. It seemed to be a large scythe, yet looked like it could convert into something. He decided he'd ask later. "You hold off the small fry, I'll go after the boss." The girl said to Squall. "Tch. Whatever." Squall continued to defend against the thugs the man had sicced on him, as the girl persued the boss. Gunshots echoed through the shop and into the city, as squall dispatched the remaining goons.
He looked at the old man who was hiding behind the counter, and proceeded to hep reorganize the shelves of strange crystals. He picked one up, and looked at it. A bright red crystal that flickered like a burning flame when held up to the light. He attempted to hand it back to the old man but he returned it to Squall, along with a small bag of assorted crystals, what Squall assumed was a Thank you gift of sorts. He nodded, and bolted up the staircase to pursue the man and the girl.
By the time Squall got to the rooftop, the man had gotten himself into some type of helicopter, and the girl's weapon had changed from a scythe to a sniper rifle. She was joined by a blonde woman in a cape, wielding a riding crop of some sort, hurling what looked like solid light. Squall looked at the situation. The man was starting to escape, when a bolt of fire headed straight for squall. He sidestepped and ran towards the person who threw it at him. It was a woman in a red dress.
She kept casting fireballs towards him, but he blocked them, only getting his coat burned. Squall then jumped, firing several shots from his gunblade at the woman, who proceeded to deflect them. Squall then cast the blizzard spell, which froze the woman's hands solid. He landed on the helicopter just as it was taking off. The doors began to close, and Squall was busy trading blows with the man in white. The two clashed their weapons. "You're not half bad, kid. Real shame you can't work for me." The man said before squall headbutted him and slashed at his cane, cleaving it in half. The man was livid, and kicked at squall so hard, he was sent flying from the helicopter.
As squall fell, he kept firing blasts from his gunblade, aiming at the propellers. He managed to land a shot that hit the vehicle's side door, blowing it off. He did a somersault and landed on his feet when he hit the roof. The older woman approached him, as the girl stood in awe at Squall's weapon. "I have no idea who you are, but you're coming with me. My boss and I need to ask you some questions." She told him. Squall simply brushed her off and gave a callous "whatever" in response. Just as he turned to leave, the girl in the red cloak bolted towards him. "Oh my gosh, your weapon is soooo coool!" Her eyes were the size of dinner plates as she dawned over his weapon. "Umm, who the hell are you?" He asked her. The girl looked up at him, her silver eyes twinkling. "My name is Ruby. Ruby Rose!"