Hi everyone! Sorry about the lack of activity, but I've been busy planning this new au. It's a RWBY superhero au, that will follow a similar sort of pattern as the show does. Of course, I'm making up my own plotline and conflicts, but expect to see a lot of the character from the show in different roles!
Au: Tipping Point, RWBY AU
Title: Introducing Kid Reaper
Ratings/Warning: None
Alarm bells echoed through the streets. The screeching noise drowned out the squeal of tires and gunshots as several masked robbers leapt for the open door of a black van parked in the middle of the fire lane. They sped off, a spray of bullets ensuring that their lawful counterparts stayed inside the safety of the bank while they disappeared around the block.
"Haha!" Cried the driver, eyes flickering between the road and the men reflected in the rear-view mirror. "Did you get it all?"
A case of data chips, tossed into the passenger seat, answered him. "All and more." One thug tugged off his mask and dug deeper into the bag at his feet. Piles and piles of tech filled each sack, the new and unprogrammed chips ready and waiting to be used as they saw fit. "Our info was dead on, the delivery came just yesterday and their vaults were full to the brim. All we have to do is prime these for use and we'll be the richest men to ever walk the streets of Genea."
The driver smiled. It was about time they hit it big. This heist had taken months to plan and even more to set up. But now it had all paid off. And, even better, they were in the clear, the cops shaken off before they ever began their pursuit.
"I can't wait till I rip off some rich sod and get the money to buy the newest model of-"
Thud.
The van shook- a small, circular, indentation appearing on its roof. The driver's head snapped around, brows furrowed as he and his comrades gaped with equal confusion. "What in the-"
Tap tap.
Another knock interrupted him, this time from the front of the car. Apprehensive, especially with the way his buddies turned their astounded looks over his shoulder, he slowly swiveled back around.
"Ah!" He flinched, head and neck snapping into the headrest. A smiling, upside down, face greeted him through the window, the mesh of a face mask doing little to conceal the grin. The same didn't hold true for their visitor's goggles, the reflective surface distorting too much for him to see what lay behind. Not that it mattered, anyone in this part of Remnant could identify the person perched on their van with as little as a blurry after image she always left behind.
"Shit, it's the Kid!"
"Hey! Don't call me a kid!" Voice muffled through the glass, Kid Reaper-Genea's newest superhero- tucked and rolled down the front of the van, textured gloves catching on the smooth metal and allowing her to flip to the side. She stumbled when she hit pavement, palms and knees smacking against the surface before she got up and running-literally- in the streets. One second brought her in stride with the runaway car, easily matching it even as it rocketed down the highway at eighty plus miles per hour.
"Pull over and surrender!" Kid shouted and rapped her knuckles against the glass of the driver's window. Mentally she began to count to three, the wild look in the man's eyes one she had seen before.
She didn't even get to two before he yanked on the wheel, swerving to the side. But Kid was three steps ahead of him, a heel in the pavement and a twist of her hips bringing her around to the other side of the van where she once again knocked on the glass.
"Aw, come on, don't be like that." A burst of speed brought her to the front of the car, its hood only inches away from a collision with her thigh when the driver steered towards her again. Their dance down the highway continued in the same manner for several minutes, Kid relentless in her pursuit of surrender. At least until the robbers slammed on their breaks and the van squealed down the nearest off ramp. Startled, Kid skidded several meters past the exit in a desperate attempt to turn after them. But the spikes in her boots weren't enough to help her pivot, the deep grooves they dug into the concrete merely slowing her down to a more manageable speed.
No problem, she had another trick up her sleeve. Reaching for the clasp on her lower back, Kid grabbed the boxed contraption and swung it out, metal sliding against metal as a giant blade unhinged from its snathe and lengthened until it towered over its wielder. Grip firm around the scythe's handle she twirled it around and jabbed the fine point of the blade into the ground.
The effect was instantaneous. Speed combined with a sudden anchor added into a quick turn that sent her rocketing towards the ramp divider, collision avoided by a hop and a well placed blade around a nearby lamppost. In the next breath Kid caught up to the van, tailing it as it veered through the busy streets.
"You can't shake me that easily!" She zoomed to the back, scythe poised to pierce the door and rip it to shreds.
Except they kicked open before she could strike, a blaze of bullets sprayed in all directions by a pair of snarling thugs.
Kid yelped, blade up to catch the worst of the attack as she zipped to the side. Car horns blared when she stumbled into the opposing lane, apologies tumbling from her lips while she ducked and dodged around the midday city traffic. "Excuse me. Pardon me. Sorry about that!"
She had just regained her balance when something whizzed by her face, the sharp sting on her cheek followed by a warm trickle of sticky fluid. The world slowed as she reached for the wound. Blood glinted on the tips of her gloves, Kid's senses sharpening at the pinpoint prickle of pain and the echoing screams around her. Eyes narrow beneath the tinted glass of her goggles, she focused in on the goon hanging out the passenger side window, all thoughts of games shoved to the side in favor of protecting the public that milled around their battlefield. Scythe leading, Kid burst forth towards her attacker, pace so quick that she left a trail of after images behind, each bearing the same grim expression as their namesake. Her blade hooked around the muzzle of his gun, palm striking his forehead in the second after, ripping the weapon away as he was forced back inside.
Kid didn't miss a beat when the gun rattled to the ground. Victory cry on her lips, the young superhero smirked at the terrified men and shifted her blade, tip first, inside the cab. "There, now that I have your attention, I need you to pull over and-"
Jaw slack and eyes wide, the driver closed white knuckles over the steering wheel and pulled it to the side, away from her. Kid sneered, a hair's breadth away from pursuit when she smashed against a solid block of steel, the ten foot tall divider compacting under the force of the hit and screeching backwards from its position marking the separation from the main road and an underground passage.
Stars closed in on the edges of her vision. A furious swipe of her hand removed the worst of them, but the world was still dark and blurry as she backed up and raced over the top of the tunnel. Blood streamed out her nose and onto her mask, red staining black mesh before the wind caught it and flicked it up into her eyes.
Argh! So close. So. Close. Of course she had to crash in the most critical point of the takedown. Took her eyes off where she was going to two seconds and wham!- smacked head first into something heavy and immovable. But she has long since gotten used to crashes, so she had her goggles off, cleaned, and back on her face in seconds while sprinting along the aboveground bridge. Bloody nose or not, she had to keep up with the robbers and, while the tunnel provided them some temporary cover, it also gave her the best idea.
Matching and surpassing the speed of any car in existence, Kid dug in her heels and scythe just in time to skid to a halt at the edge of the bridge, studying each car as it exited the pass for the robbers.
There. Black paint glinted in the sun, the van slowed to a less hectic speed so it blended in with the traffic. Kid breathed, tracking it as she stepped backwards, mathematical equations and schematics flashing through her mind's eye when she launched forward, speed contained to perfectly match the momentum of her target.
Boots left solid ground for the emptiness of air as their owner descended upon her enemy. She held her gleaming namesake high overhead before sweeping it down in a pinpoint arc, piercing through the soft metal of the van's hood only moments before Kid landed on its roof.
The engine sputtered and died. Carried solely by neutral momentum, the van ground to a halt not five hundred feet down the road. But Kid was moving long before it rolled to a stop. Two slashes to the right tires ensured it caught the guardrails. A kick to the windshield blinded those inside to her actions. The same went for the blows she dealt to the back door, each hit crumpling the metal until it caved and opened, Kid leaving her weapon in favor of rushing inside and snatching up all the guns being raised towards her chest.
One by one Kid emptied the van, the last robber evicted face first on the concrete just as its wheels rolled to a stop. Bound and tied by the sacks that had once carried their loot, the robbers grumbled but otherwise made no move to escape. There was no point to running now, not with the fastest kid alive standing two feet away directing traffic around their broken getaway vehicle.
Police sirens soon sounded in the distance, the flashing blue lights visible seconds later. Kid turned as they came closer, smile bright underneath her mask and scythe tucked back into its holster. She hesitated until the first cop's boot touched the pavement, then, with a salute and a wave at the gathering crowd, disappeared in a cloud of dust.
An hour later Ruby Rose barreled through the door of her house, discarding boots and backpack alike in her rush to get to the kitchen as quickly as possible. Stomach growling, she raided the cabinets, gobbling up whatever easily accessible food she could find before reaching the oven. A delicious scent wafted up from the partially open door. Rows upon rows of gooey cookies were stacked inside, type varying from chocolate chip, to sugar, to a few that looked suspiciously like snickerdoodles.
"Sweet!" Ruby dug through the nearby drawers for a hot mitt, past experience reminding her that reaching for the trays bare handed was an awful and painful idea. But after a minute of fruitless searching, the rumble in her gut overcame her caution and she pulled open the door.
"They're not done yet." A low, calm, voice called from the doorway. Ruby winced and jerked upright, arms folded behind her back as she spun around to face her father.
"I know! I was just, uh, testing them for maximum gooiness. Yeah, that's all!"
Thin lips quirked upwards into a half smile, his daughter's antics as amusing as they were see-through. "Mhm, and you had to take one in order for the test to work, is that right?"
"Uhhh." Hand tightening around the warm bundle of goodness she had hidden away, Ruby shuffled around the table and towards the entrance to the living room. "Maybe?"
Escape in sight, she made sure to stay facing her father until the last possible moment, only swiveling around once she had ducked around the corner.
"Ruby?"
Ah man. All the super speed in the world couldn't save her from that tone of voice. In one last attempt to spare herself the lecture, she stuffed the cookie into her mouth and downed it as quickly as possible. A complete waste of the wonder that was a cookie, but she had little choice in the matter.
"Yeah Dad?" Ruby slunk back into the kitchen, hands wringing together in front of her. What greeted her, however, was not a cross father prepared to lecture her on the importance of waiting for food too cool, but instead a laughing dad holding up a plate full of sweet, sweet, cookies. "Woah!"
Only a foot of height saved Chayce Rose from having the plate snatched from his grasp. Chortling, he ruffled Ruby's hair and pushed her away an inch, lowering his arm to offer up the treats. "Next time go for the ones that are already done, okay? I don't want you burning your tongue again."
Ruby's answer was an excited shake of her head and a mumble around a mouthful of cookies.
Chayce shook his head as well, patting his daughter's head and stealing a treat for himself before they all disappeared down her throat. "Did you see the news a little while ago? Kid Reaper took down a bunch of armed robbers and recovered a couple of thousand of lein's worth in money chips."
"Mmpph!" Ruby choked down the final cookie and waved her hands in the air, eyes wide with the revelation that she had been on the news. "No way! They actually got me on camera? Did they get that sweet jump I did off the overpass bridge? I totally didn't think that I could hit the van from that distance but I tried it just like you told me and -"
"Ruby, settle down!" Chayce reached out and caught Ruby by the shoulders, grip firm to keep her from vibrating in place. Once she settled he reached up to her face, fingers trailing over the healing wound on her cheek. "You did an excellent job," He smiled, pride and worry wrapped together in the expression. "taking them down with minimal damage and only crashing once." Pulling her in for a hug, he brushed his lips over the reddened skin of her forehead.
"Aww," Ruby wriggled in his grasp, too wound up from the fight to accept his parental concern. "They got the crash on film?"
Sensing his daughter's desire for freedom, Chayce let her go- but not before raising a thumb and forefinger to flick her on the nose. "Yep! The news team started with it and everything." He lowered his voice, mimicking the professional tone of the reporters, "Kid Reaper goes down for the count, taken out by none other than her arch nemesis; the stationary obstacle"
"Dad!" Ruby zipped forward and shoved him, huffing when he broke off into laughter. "That's not funny," She grumbled, cheeks red with embarrassment.
Chayce chuckled but quieted. "I'm messing with you kiddo, they barely even mentioned the crash." When Ruby spared him a cautious glance, he shrugged and reached for a second plate of cookies, hidden on the counter behind his person. "Are these enough to earn forgiveness?"
Skeptical, Ruby examined him from tip to toes, focus mainly on his peace offering. She debated for a moment, lips set in a straight line and posture tense, before all at once she launched forward and snagged the plate away.
"I suppose it will do, but I expect more before night's end."
"Of course, your highness. Whatever you wish." With a lavish bow, Chayce ducked around his daughter and headed back to the living room. "Now I know you're excited about the chase, but don't forget to get your homework done, okay?"
"Yes dad!" Ruby chirped, racing off in the opposite direction to the stairs. Taking them at a much more normal pace-as not to drop her prize- she ambled into her room and shut the door.
Her first order of business was to set the plate down upon her desk, followed by a quick trip into her closet for a change of clothes. Once decked out in her favorite pair of pajamas, Ruby flash-stepped back to her chair and settled into it, one hand reaching for a cookie while the other went to open up her laptop. Prepared for the smooth plastic of the keys, Ruby jumped when her fingers touched thick paper instead.
"What in the-?" Grey, confused eyes turned to her keyboard, Ruby staring open mouthed at the red and gold lined envelope that lay upon it. Her jaw went totally slack when she read the fine-printed letters centered on the cardstock- Beacon Academy- and slid a trembling finger underneath the seal.
The contents inside nearly made her heart stop.
Dear recipient,
Due to your performance in the superhero world, we would like to formally extend an invitation for you to join the upcoming initiation of new Beacon Squads. If you wish to accept this invitation, please come to the port location provided below, on the date which is also provided.
Keep in mind that, while this is an invitation, it is not official acceptance into any of Beacon's, or The League's, ranks, but rather a chance for you to prove yourself a hero worthy of protecting all of Remnant.
Sincerely,
The Professor
Beacon Academy Founder
Mistress G
Beacon Academy Headmistress
Squad #203
Port coordinates ….
The need for air burning in her chest reminded Ruby to breathe, and she sucked one in only to shout it right back out. Whooping so loud she created a minor sonic wave, Ruby fist bumped the air and flashed downstairs, ignoring her father's startled jump in favor of finding her backpack and digging for her cellphone.
So excited she dialed the wrong number fifty times in three seconds, Ruby had to hold her wrist with her free hand to slow down enough to select the right string of numbers. Although she still vibrated in place fast enough to wear on the varnish of the wood floor.
The ringtone didn't end fast enough, words tumbling from her mouth as soon as the other line picked up.
"Yang! Oh my gosh. You'll never guess what I just got!"
And there's the first one. Weiss is next, so stay tuned for next week! Also, I am posting these on that wonderful blogging website as well, with the same username as I have here(minus the spaces). If you would like to see art of the team's outfits, go to my blog and search for 'tipping point'.