In a simple room, with a simple oak desk taking up the focus and center of the room, stood two forms. One of the two forms was a somewhat old man with greyish-white, frazzled hair that lined his head in faint whisks, and he was sitting in a chair in what was likely a very uncomfortable position. This was due to the fact that he was slumped forwards and onto the impressive oak desk in front of him, and the additional two holes that exited the back of his head certainly didn't help his comfortability. The copious amount of blood that was rapidly pooling onto the desk sure didn't serve to ensure a comfortable rest, either.
The other form was that of a young Faunus woman, about twenty-three years old and maybe just a few inches below being six feet tall who was looking onto the scene with shocked grey eyes that weren't obstructed in the slightest by the girls soft and short copper hair. From the top of her head, easily poking through the hair atop it, erupted two simple, fluffy ears of a squirrel.
This wasn't how it was supposed to be, and yet it appeared that this was indeed how it was going to be. Painted quite vividly for the moderately-tall girl that stood now alone in this simple, nightmarishly dark room was an image for her eyes only, and it wasn't exactly an image she'd liked. She'd been in this room several times before, she recalled that much, but the girl couldn't remember why.
"Just call 911, Aero. Wait, you're a cop, you don't need to call 911, ju-just call for backup, Aero," the girl murmured faintly to herself. Her grey eyes were locked dead onto the slumped over form in front of her, clearly quite worried. The boring police uniform she was stuck into came into view first, but very soon after the gun held tightly in her hand came into view. Almost immediately, a yelp shrieked from the girls as she tossed the gun from her hands, even though she knew the exact implications that the gun in her hand gave her.
Though Aero's mind was full of panic and insanity, the vague knowledge of what all this meant as it slowly crept into her mind. It certainly didn't help her panic, as it meant that she'd killed the man who lay dead in front of her. "Th-this can't be happening," Aero softly stammered out to herself, shaking her head in pained disbelief.
A series of loud knocks sounded on the door that must've surely been behind her, and panickedly Aero swirled to face it. The door suddenly burst open, and a loud, masculine voice shouted for her to get down. She was about to, when a sudden, loud bang crashed through the room.
Like that, Aero was ejected rather rudely from her dream and back into reality. The girl shot upright in her bed with her hair in a state of extreme disarray, and her sheets and pajamas were caked with sweat. A holographic display of a clock on a nightstand beside her bed told her that the time was exactly 5:34 AM. With an immodest groan as she rotated her legs out of her comforters and onto the floor, Aero stood upright on her two feet.
Hastily, she began to stumble sleepily over to the lightswitch in the room, and with a simple, lazy motion she swung her arms upwards, flinging the lights to their full intensity with little care. Not that she needed them, but it made her feel better to have the lights on. It made the room just a touch less doomy and gloomy, and the automated system also opened up the shades on the window, allowing sunlight in.
The room Aero found herself standing in was a quite familiar room, likely due to the reason that it was her bedroom. It was a reasonably sized room, as it had her large bed that was now a mess of blue bedsheets occupied the center of Aero's bedroom, with dresser stood at right to the right of said bed and a nightstand to the left. A large window to the left of the bed, with five feet in between, took up most of the left wall and gave Aero's apartment a relatively nice look over the city of Vale. As the sun slowly rose over the horizon, a flicker of a smile rose upon Aero's face. It was a beautiful sight, and one that she never really grew tired of seeing early in the morning.
Sighing softly, she turned away from the sun growing steadily over the horizon and back towards the room. With light steps, Aero first grabbed a fresh set of clothes before she immediately made her way through a door that connected into the room, and Aero ended up in her small bathroom. Whilst some would've easily prefered a larger room to refresh themselves in, Aero was fine in the small bathroom she had that had not much more than a mirror, sink, toilet, and shower. Her first goal was an easy one. Repeating what she'd done easily a thousand time before in her lifetime, if not far, far more, she grabbed her toothbrush. With a ginger application of her thumb on the device, it turned on, and Aero promptly began to use it to brush her teeth from the wear and tear of night.
Once that was out of the way, her next task rested on the forefront of her mind. With no regards to them, Aero stripped out of her pajamas and walked into the shower and turned it on. Maybe about ten minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom and dried herself off. Once dry, she put the fresh set of clothes on. It was a set of clothes that she'd worn many times before. In fact, with how much she'd worn it, one may even call it her unique set of clothes.
After her undergarments were put on, first came a simple, dark blue t-shirt, and then she slid one a pair of similarly-coloured trousers. The fit rather comfortably, though they ended just a bit high on her shin. Not that it mattered all too heavily as she slid on a pair of white socks, which left only but an inch of skin showing now. Finally, the copper-haired girl donned a pale white vest overtop the darker blue t-shirt, and she was set for the day as she left the bathroom.
Though the dream was still partially haunting her mind, Aero attempted her damnedest to ignore it as she continued back into her bedroom and went to sit on her bed. With several light bounces as she landed, she scooched just a bit closer to the nightstand that rested on the left side of her bed. With a ginger movement, she slide open the drawer, and a smile rested upon her face as her grey eyes gazed upon the simple object inside.
It was an boringly-simple, fingerless, white elbow glove, and Aero slid it onto her right arm with an almost-childlike glee. As soon as it was on fully, Aero's amusement was quickly given a more valid reason as a slow aura of blue surrounded her right forearm. "Ah, Dust, how I love thee," Aero murmured softly as she stood up, letting her arm fall to the side. The fancy device gave a soft hum as it booted up from its sleep cycle, and Aero smirked faintly.
The device on her wrist was nothing more than a device similarly-made to the Scroll devices, with the obvious exception being that this device instead projected holograms off of itself to produce an image instead.
"Ace, can you gimme the weather?" Aero softly requested the device as she got up to depart from her bedroom, and as the copper-haired girl began her short walk to the door, the device that she had just called Ace chirped. A soft image of what seemed to be a raindrop was being painted by it, with the temperature right besides, and with a soft, ginger movement of her hand through the image, Aero made the image dissipate away into nothingness. With the device no longer glowing around her wrist, the moderately-tall girl left her room and began to walk in the hallway of her modest apartment with a smile on her face. She'd always loved rain, and if today were to be rainy, then she knew that it was likely going to be a good day.
With a tilt of her wrist, she briefly looked at Ace again, and the device again sprang to live with holograms yet again, just as it had done a half-minute prior when Aero had wondered about the weather. The various tooltips and options that presented themselves on Ace's holographic display were the ones that Aero had often used since she'd made the device, but at the moment Aero used none of them. As flashy as the device may have been, it did occasionally serve for a simple purpose: checking the time. It was a simple task that the device performed flawlessly on every occasion, and this time was no variation from that as it told her that roughly twenty-six minutes had passed since she'd first woken up.
The wooden floorboards underneath Aero's step soon gave way to a much colder porcelain as she walked out of her short hallway in the apartment she called home and into the kitchen. Swinging her right hand to open one of the cabinets, the ginger-haired girl reached in with her left and grabbed out a simple box of Pumpkin Pete's Marshmallow Flakes from within. With little regard to being gentle to the box, or to the green-eyed Mistralian on the front, Aero grabbed a bowl from a different cabinet, and she then set both the box and the bowl down on the counter, staring for a moment. Chuckling for no real good reason besides the fact of how unhealthy the cereal she was eating was, she began to pour the cereal into the bowl, but skipped the milk. She was a grown woman, and she didn't need to grow all that more.
The lackluster bowl was finished in perhaps a hair under four minutes, and soon enough, Aero was out the front door of her apartment, thrust into the hallway right outside. With reasonably-paced steps, the grey-eyed girl strolled down the hallway, and upon arriving at a staircase, she began to walk down the steps within until she hit the ground floor.
Her feet soon lead out of the ground floor entrance, and into the brisk early morning of Vale. It was actually rather chilly out, but thankfully enough, Aero wouldn't be trapped out in the freezing weather for long. A few steps once she was outside took her into the garage that was attached on the outside of her relatively-posh apartment complex.
For a few minutes, she wandered around pointlessly as she tried to remember where she parked, but it wasn't long before Aero found her car.
Well, calling it a car would be a bit of a misdemeanor. About twenty feet long, making it about three feet longer than the average car, the Witfav Puma was a green all-wheel drive vehicle with a rather-unique design that was based around the fact that it also steered with all four wheels, giving it a rather unique ability to turn and maneuver. With gull-wing doors that swung open as Aero drew near, the Dust-powered vehicle was remarkably fast given its impressive size. Despite it being almost four feet taller than her, at nine and a half feet tall, Aero climbed into the car with a dexterous ease before resting inside. Despite its length, it could only fit one other person in the cabin, with room for two more in the back.
That was one problem of owning a demilitarized version of a modern military recon vehicle, but Aero didn't pay it too much mind. As soon as Aero had stepped inside, Ace had activated the vehicles engine, and the second the grey-eyed redhead had buckled up, she began to take off in the green vehicle, zooming down the streets.
It was still early in the morning, but the paperwork of police work would wait for no man, woman, or Faunus, and falling into the last category meant that the squirrel-girl had to work all that harder to prove herself.
Well then, that was a thing.
So, for those that are wondering, I'll just explain some things that I have planned now.
This story won't deal with the actual RWBY characters ever, as I don't feel I'm fit to write them how I think they'd write, and that'd be a bit of a cop-out in my opinion. I don't plan on excessive amounts of death, gore, or violence outside of the bloodless fights you see in RWBY itself, as that's not my style.
Essentially, this'll boil down to the cop side of dealing with all of the chaos that team RWBY inflicts, with a bit of OC stuff on the side.
For those of you still with me, thank you, and thanks for reading. I'll try to update this regularly.