Hello. Late at night inpiration, strike me now! The intial inspiration came a bit after I seen the first episode of Soul Eater, because immediately I thought to myself while watching it What would it be like if Ruby had a scythe like this?
You don't want to hear me ramble, I know, I know. I would like to quickly say though that in this story Yang is not Ruby's sister, and therefore not related to Qrow as well.
FlamingGinger06, you introduced me to Soul Eater. Therefore, in a way, this story is for you.
P.S. The reviews for The Swordsman will be in chapter two of it.
Tap, clonk, tap, clonk. In the late night, when the city was dark and the shadows came out, someone walked upon the cobblestone tiles in the alleys, silent under the full moon.
Head ducked low this figure silently blended into the shadows, despite the bright red hood the figure was wearing and the massice scythe hanging on the person's back.
For a moment the figure crossed under a streetlight. In that brief moment her appearance became visible to the world.
As mentioned she was wearing a red hood, but unlike what most would expect, which would have been a lining matching the exterior, the lining was of a dull whitish color. Inside the hood a suprisingly young face could be seen, a girl no older than 15. Her hair was black, highlighted in the front in red, with a few white bands mixed in. Her grey eyes were cold and calculating, always observing, always watching.
Underneath the cloak she wore a little armor, white shoulder pauldrons with a small attaching chest plate below them. Etched into the chestplate was a stylized rose engraved in black. She wore a black corset tied with red string underneath, a white shirt under it all. In addition she wore a white belt with a black buckle hanging around her hips. It held up a black skirt lined with red. Her stockings were white as contrast, and if one looked closely they could see two solid black holsters tied around the top of the stockings. To top it all off (or should it be to bottom it all off?) she wore black boots made of sturdy leather that went a bit past her ankles, with the tips of red socks poking out of them.
To anyone observing at that moment, they would have thought she looked equiped and ready for anything. That wasn't taking in account the black sheath with red dots going down in a line hidden on her back. The cloak concealed it very well. But no one was observing her, so no one thought that.
Her outfit seemed to be coordinated to match her scythe. It was made of a dull whitish material mostly, the shaft being the main portion. The blade was red and black, the two seperated with black on top and red on bottom by a pattern reminescent of jagged teeth. Where the blade met the shaft an odd red eye outlined in black sat there, looking for all the world that it was just a aethestic choice.
The figure vanished from sight, leaving behind the single glowing streetlight in the night.
Going past a dumpster overfilling with garbage, the figure began talking, seemingly to herself.
"Soul, we are almost there. Then you could come out for a little bit." She spoke out loud, appearing to be speaking to no one, when out of nowhere a voice came.
"It's fine, Ruby. Is it cool to almost always be a weapon? No. Is it cool to whup someone's a*s as said weapon? Yes. It's all worth it right then. At least for me. Don't know about the other boozos though. Probably not as worth it."
The voice appeared to be coming from her back, but nobody was there. Right? Either way the girl only hmmm-ed in response as she finally reemerged onto one of Vytal's main streets, just across from the From Dust to Dawn shop. From within the hood two eyes searched the blackness in the sky, checking for any threats. Finding none she crossed the street and walked in.
It was brightly lit and seemed to be well-stocked with both Dust and other items that one would normally find in a convenience store. The only worker that seemed to be there was an old man with bushy eyebrows at the front desk.
"Do you need anything Miss?" He had asked when she first walked into the shop. She shook her head and silently moved to the back where they kept the weapons magazines. Really, the only reason she came to this shop was the fact it was open so late. That, and they had good cookies over in the corner.
She grabbed the first magazine she saw at the back rack containing pictures of weapons. Before she could open it however she felt a gentle nudging at her back. If the old man was watching her he would have been shocked to see that her scythe was the one moving quietly and nudging her in the back. Instead of running out of the shop screaming about demonic posession, Ruby only went hmm again, this time in a more questioning tone.
"Rubes, despite the joy I get from imagining you reading magazines, it's a little boring up here. How about a little music? I know you brought your headphones." The voice seemed to be coming from the blade of her scythe. Ruby simply pulled out her headphones, pulled them on, and twisted the dial to be loud enough so that the scythe could hear. "Thank you" the scythe whispered to her, which she didn't bother responding to. Sighing, the scythe focused on the music. It wasn't his favorite type of music, which, suprisingly, was classical, but he could make do with this rock-esque music.
"Wait a minute!" he whisper-yelled to his red-hooded companion. "I thought you said I could come out for a little bit!" His only answer was a subtle shrug that he could just barely make out. "Not cool Rubes. Not cool."
Ruby merely refocused back on the magazine; it had an article describing the forging and usage of a fire sword. She was so intent on the article and the blaring music in her ears that she barely heard the commotion in the background. Figuring it was just some clumsy tourist, she went back to her magazine. "Hmmm..." she thought as her eyes scanned the pages as if her life depended on it, "a fire sword requires rage and large amounts of red and grey Dust mixed together in order to be properly forged." She stored that tidbit for later as she continued scanning the article for more forging tips.
However, right then, a hand suddenly gripped her shoulder.
She turned her head a tad, hood falling off in the process. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a man in a black suit wearing red shades glaring at her. Actually she just assumed he was glaring at her because she couldn't see his eyes. The reason she thought he was glaring was the fact that she could see the tip of his eyebrows poking up as if in anger. She thought it was a little funny to see them move when he began pointing at his head, trying to get her to take her headphones off.
"Hmm?" she murmured as she slipped them off her ears much to Soul's chargin. The man frowned as he barked at her in a demanding tone "I said, put your hands in the air, now!"
"Are you... robbing me?" she asked in a sweetly innocent tone. Unknown to the man the eye on her blade made a curious movement, as if it was smiling. This is gonna be good... the scythe thought to himself as he smirked in anticipation at what was about to happen.
"Yes!" the suited man shouted in exasperation as he began pointing his red blade at her. Instead of cowering in fear, the young girl, who he thought could be easily frightened despite the massive scythe on her back, simply turned around and placed the grey magazine back on the shelf. Next thing he knew he was flying through the air, passing a fellow thug and the man in the bowler hat, before smashing into the front wall of the store into a load of brass pans (why they were in a Dust store, no one knew) and being knocked unconscious.
For a moment the thug and his apparent boss stood frozen to the spot. Then the boss, a man wearing a long white overcoat with orange hair, sighed before inclining his head to the origin of the man's flight. The thug gave a nod of recongnition before dashing to the back of the store. He didn't care that the only person there (or so he thought) was a young-looking girl in a red hood, he just pointed a gun at her. "Freeze!" he yelled at her, tightening his grip on the gun. The girl in question seemed to sigh at his appearance. Suddenly she moved, and he felt the all-too-familiar experience of a booted foot hitting his face.
Smash! Ruby kicked the man straight through the window, coming along with him because there was no room to maneuver within the shop itself. Landing softly on the ground in a crouch, she took a moment to see what her foes would do now. At the moment they seemed content to merely stare at her through the now-broken window, giving her looks of confusion. She smirked for once, rising to a straight-up position while one hand gripped the shaft of her blade with the other clicking off the headphones in the meantime.
"I'm getting excited... Time to whup a*s and take names! Let's do this!" Those words came from out in the blue, but no one seemed to have spoken. Ruby said without turning her head as she stared at the thugs with a cold glare, "Calm, Soul, we can't take any of their Auras today."
"Awww but why?! They're so delicious though! It's been too long since my last taste of Aura!" If a painted eye could pout, it certainly was doing so now. There even was a faux tear coming out of its corner.
"Shhh, Soul, I think they are about to attack." And so it was. The apparent leader of the group of thugs had, by now, overcome his suprise and murmured to himself "Okay...". Then he completely regained his senses and narrowed his eyes. "Get her." he ordered his thugs with a movement of his head. They ran out of the shop and surrouded her, guns and blades focused all on one target.
What did Ruby do? She yawned. "Too easy." She said aloud, much to the thugs anger. She then acted.
With an astounding burst of speed she dashed forward and, with a quick draw of her oversized harvesting-tool, slashed one thug diagonally across the torso, ending in a crouch while resheathing the scythe. The thug that was slashed just fell to his knees, then slumped down to the ground, a mysterious red energy leaking off his form.
"Soul, I said no taking their Auras!" She whispered in a harsh tone as she jumped over a slash from a particularly big thug. Spinning horizontally she smashed her heel against his face, then flipped over his head, dodging a shot like a true Neo. She stared at the top of the thug's head as the bullet missed her nose by an inch. Mid-air she gripped at the holsters at her legs, drew out some pistols, and fired.
The pistols were unusual for Vale. Unlike most pistols, which were thinner and fired faster with smaller bullets in addition to looking high-tech, these ones were thicker, fired in a semi-automatic fashion, look more antiqued, and packed a punch with every bullet that came out of the barrel. To add insult to injury the bullets could be injected with Dust beforehand, causing a myriad of effects; from freezing to lightning to explosions. One of the pistols was white with an engraved rose motif that was black. The other was black with a white rose motif engraved on it. She had forged them herself, and she had named the white one Rose Petals and the black one Rose Thorns.
At the moment said pistols were just using regular bullets, but they still took out a thug or two. The rest had to duck and cover as a thick stream of bullets coated the air with lead and shrapnel. They looked up as the girl landed in the middle of them. She grasped at the scythe on her back again and pulled it out, perpendicular to her body. Right before she began the classic "spin-around-like-a-raging-hurricane" technique, a voice could have been heard for a moment, the last thing the thugs heard before being knocked out. "Sorry, but it was sooo good! I couldn't help it!"
The red maelstrom of destruction finally finished spinning as the all the thugs fell from the air, crashing into the ground, making cracks in the stone in the process. One landed at the feet of the man in white, who barely even took the time to look down in a disappointed and disinterested way as he murmured "You were worth ever cent, truly you were." He spat out his cigar and grinded it into the ground as he strode forth nearer to the girl. "Well, Red, I think we can all say that it has been an eventful evening, and as much as I'd like to stick around.." At this he pointed his cane at her as a grey cap on its bottom snapped open. "I'm afraid this is where we part ways." At that he fired a blinding white bullet at the girl as he seemingly vanished from sight.
Without any sign of hesitation she grabbed the scythe on her back and gave a big vertical slice, slicing the bullet in half and causing the resulting explosion to go wide. She glanced around searching for the would-be robber. She spotted him clinging to a ladder on a nearby building, staring at her with an open mouth. Ignoring the shopkeeper who had just came out of his shop, she ran towards the robber, scythe in hand. The robber by then shook himself out of his stupor and continued climbing.
When she jumped to the top of the building she saw the man climbing into a huge helicopter-type vechicle. He turned back to her with a sadistic grin on his face. "End of the line Red!" he shouted to her with the wind catching his words as he lifted up a red Dust crystal and tossed it at her. Immediately afterwards he fired one of his cane's bullets at her as well. He began opening his mouth, probably to do a sadisic whop of triumph, only to feel his jaw drop as the girl seemingly pulled a pistol out of no where and fired one bullet straight into the crystal. It exploded, taking his follow-up shot with it as well. She kept firing at the aircraft with the pistol as she drew out another one to fire with as well
The orange-haired criminal began shaking and sweating as he ran back towards the cockpit. Who the h*ll is this girl? he thought in a fearful tone as he ran in to see a mysterious woman in red piloting the Bullhead. "We got a... something, I don't know, just deal with it!" he shouted at her as he continued to feel bullets impacting the plane. They probably wouldn't do any harm, but who knows? The woman only rolled her eyes in response as she let Roman pilot the machine. She ran to the cargo door at the ship's side and observed her foe. She was young, but that meant nothing. She was just another obstacle to be eliminated.
She channeled her semblance through her body and began firing bolts of fire at the girl. The girl reacted remarkably fast, blocking each bolt with the blade of the scythe. Deciding to up the ante a bit because she didn't have time for this, the fire-wielder charged up her semblance to create orange circles of light under the girl. With a sudden spreading of her arms the woman unleashed massive pillars of fire on the stranger, incinerating her to ash, if she had still been there. Instead by then she had moved away to the side behind a air vent.
She then popped back out into view and, with a burst of inhuman speed, appeared in front of the woman. She swung the scythe as she fired with a white pistol at the same time. The woman jumped over the swing while coating her hand in fire. Once her hand was completely covered she blocked the bullet coming at her. She swung a wide haymaker at the girl, who jumped back onto the rooftop, cloak flapping in the air. The woman snarled as she channeled the flames between her hands, then unleashed them in a wide fan of writhing fire. The girl in red slid under them, "action hero" style, firing out of her dual pistols all the while. She stood back up, only to roll to the side as another maelstrom of burning death crashed into where she had been standing moments before. She vanished behind another air vent for the time being.
The woman stepped back deeper into the plane, taking a moment to collect herself. Frowning to herself as she stared at the stranger, who merely stared back at her over the top of the vent, she thought to herself She is oddly strong for her age. However, as long as no one else shows up, we can escape easily. Of course, as dictated by Murphy's law, the worse that could happened to prevent her escape then happened. Angular purple bolts of energy began raining down upon the metal chopper, causing it to rock back and forth. It threw off the shot she was about to fire at the girl. Sh*t! she cursed mentally as she realized just who attacked the ship, there being the only person capable of summoning such bolts of energy. That meddlesome little witch! Now that she had two strong enemies that were both attacking the airship, their chances of escape just went down a lot.
As she began fending off the purple bolts of energy with tongues of fire, she didn't notice a certain little red-cloaked figure sneaking towards the cockpit.
Roman Torchwick was feeling very very panicked at this point in time. First this red-wearing enigma popped up and ruined his beautiful robbery, then she followed him to his getaway vechicle and started battling Cinder, now an actual Huntress was attacking the ship as well! It was enough to drive anyone crazy! He took a few deep breathes to calm himself down as he tried to wrestle back control of the tossing and turning ship. As he just succeed in his task he felt a hand grip his shoulder. "Thank goodness, Cinder, you finally got those morons off our ba-" he started, only to freeze at the sight of a black barrel pointed straight into his face and a grey-eyed glare capable of starting another ice age.
Cinder continued firing bolts of fire at the now-visible Huntress and blocking the resulting beams of energy with her flame-coated hands. She was getting worried because the red-wearing figure hasn't appeared for a few minutes now. Suddenly, out of the blue, the ship began bouncing around and spinning out of control even more than before. She jostled back and forth, trying to get a good grip on the ship's floor, only to see a red blur appear on the rooftop she just vacated with an orange-haired lump. Cursing, she jumped from the ship onto a nearby rooftop. The ship rumbled about for a few more seconds afterwards before crashing in an explosion of orange light and shrapnel in an empty parking lot nearby. As she ran off into the night she thought to herself Roman is truely useless. Maybe I should just let this Torchwick burn out.
Said Torchwick was being held up by his collar as his young capturer showed him to the Huntress, who he could see looked a bit scholarly and was holding a riding crop.
Ruby took one look at her new captive, then looked at the librarian-like figure staring back at her. Ignoring the cry of "That was awesome! Again, again! Let that guy go so that we can do it again! Either that or let me eat his Aura!" erupting from her weapon, she said to the lady in a purple cape "You're a Huntress." The voice was completely blank, no emotion in it or her face. Not even the slightest bit of awe or respect. She hefted up her captive by his collar and held him towards the Huntress. "This guy here has been just dieing to meet you."
"I hope that you realize that your actions tonight will not be taken lightly, young lady. You put yourself and others in great danger." The female Huntess paced back and forth in front of Ruby inside an interrogation room. They had come to the Vale City Police Department, where they had dropped off the man they recognized as Roman Torchwick, master criminal, only for Ruby to be dragged inside another room by a certain female as Soul was taken away from her by a gruff officer. Now she sat there, awaiting the coming conversation.
"So I was supposed to do nothing as a group of thugs and cutthroats robbed the store I was in and probably kill the shopkeeper?" She said back in a cold but bland tone. The woman, who had called herself Professor Goodwitch, bristled at the statement.
"Young lady, you should alerted the authorities or called for help or-" she began to reprimand, only to be cut off.
"By the time I noticed the thugs they had almost robbed the store empty. When the authorities would have arrived the thugs would have already been gone, the owner murdered, the store empty. Besides, I highly doubt the man pointing a blade at me would have let me done anything in the first place." Ruby continued telling the Huntress in the same cold emotionless tone. The Huntress in question opened her mouth, probably to start ranting in anger at Ruby's rebuttles, only to be stopped by a call of "Peace, Glynda". The Huntress scowled, but moved aside as a man walked into the room.
He wore a green scarf with either dark blue or black glasses and had white hair even though he seemed fairly young. To Ruby, the man seemed strangely familiar. "Ruby Rose" he said as he came in with a mug and some cookies, which he sat down in the front of Ruby who ate them slowly. He leaned forward for a moment. Brown eyes meet grey-silver eyes. "You... have silver eyes." He said to the girl with a thoughtful look. She stared back at him with no obvious expression on her face. He blinked quickly, seemingly coming out of whatever stupor he was in.
"Now, where did you learn to do this?" he asked as Professor Goodwitch lifted up a tablet showing off Ruby's fighting at the store robbery. She sat silent for one moment, then responded, "My uncle taught me a little, but I taught myself mostly on how to fight with a scythe."
The man lifted an eyebrow. "Impressive. You say you mostly taught yourself how to use such a deadly weapon?" His answer was a nod. He stoked his chin for a second, then said "My name is Professor Ozpin." Once more he received no reaction. Pressing on he said "I am the heamaster of Beacon Academy. Based on your skills, I would be a fool to not invite you to attend. Would you like to?"
For a moment silence reigned in the room. Then the girl lifted her head from its lowered position it has been in the whole time and said a group of words, a group of words that would change her life so completely that only one or two other events even came close to changng her life as much. She looked the headmaster straight in the eye and said in a steady tone:
"Not particularly, but why not?"
Ruby walked down the alleys for the second time that night. After filling out the necessary paperwork to join the Academy she left the two professors and headed off into the night. As she walked she reflected upon all the events that happened that night just because she wanted to read a magazine. Before she could delve too deep into such things a bright glow appeared out of nowhere and coated the alley in bright white light. Ruby stopped but didn't turn around as she felt the pressure on her back lessen. A moment later the voice that had been speaking to her all night came out once more.
"Aaauugg, man I hate staying in scythe mode for the whole day. It's exhausting. Thanks a lot for letting me out so soon Ruby." She turned around, only to face a boy about her age, who seemed to feel like he didn't quite fit right into the world.
His hair was white, encircled with a headband with the word "Soul" written on it next to a cartoon mouth. He wore a yellow jacket with many pockets, with black lining the seams. The shirt underneath the jacket was red, with an anime scythe displayed in red and black on it. His pants were simple, just a standard black style you would see on any average Joe. Finally his belt and sneakers were of a dull, almost greyish, white color, with the accents on them being black. Overall he looked slightly odd, but not unusual in the streets of Vale. What made him seem not quite right was his eyes and his teeth.
Vale was well-known for its unusual eye colors, but even for Vale these eyes were strange. They were red, but not your standard light red like a certain blonde brawler. They were of a dark red, suggesting things of blood and madness. They looked crazied, insane, manic even. But on second glance, a certain excitement with the world could be seen within them. That just made them seem even creepier then they were before. And those teeth! Even a Faunus would flinch at how sharp those teeth were. They looked like they could cut through muscles, bones, anything. A extremely superstitious person might be frightened into thinking they could even eat someone's soul.
His appearance didn't frighten, or scare, or even make her uncomfortable in the slightest. She only shrugged and said to him "Sorry, Soul. But we can't have you scaring the general populace now, can we? And I said no eating anyone's Aura! We can't have those questioms popping up right now! Especially since we just got accepted to Beacon!" With each successive sentence her voice raised in volume and started containing more anger each time as well. Each sentence caused the boy to grow smaller and smaller, shrinking within his jacket.
" Sorry Rubes. Its just been so long since the last time we fought anything and I got to eat an Aura. I was just getting a little too excited." He murmured almost inaudibly as he nestled his head within his jacket. Then he seemed to realize something. "We got accepted to Beacon? Cool! That rocks! Now we can get to our goal faster! Hordes of Grimm here we come!" he excitedly yelled out as he straightened up again and starting grinning. He didn't know it earlier because he was taken away from Ruby before the meeting and was examined by a strange man with white hair, only being returned after the meeting.
His happiness was so infectious that she made a small smile as well, albeit a small one. It also probably helped that over their bond she could literally feel his happiness a little. She shrugged and turned away with that small smile on her face as she started walking away. He hurried a little to catch up, elbows in the air as he reached his hands behind his head and placed them there.
He started talking to her again for a moment. "Ruby, you don't seem too excited right now. Why not? We just got accepted to Beacon, after all." He cocked his head during the entire time he said this, white hair falling into his eyes.
"I'm only doing this to achieve our goal. Hunters and Huntresses... protecting the general public from things they barely realize exist... things that cause most of them to die... with no thanks or reward in return... I think they are all fools. Stup*d fools with no understanding of what exactly it costs them, or idiots who send others to their deaths just for some more money to line their greedy little pockets, without caring that these people had dreams, lives, families, that they just left behind for no reason at all. All because some boozo wanted some random Grimm out of his town, probably one that didn't even bother a fly. Morons, the lot of the them." She said with a hint of anger in her normally glacial tone as they continued walking along.
A second of silence passed between the duo. Soul was quiet with a sad expression on his face after this mini-rant, but he replaced it with a smirk and told her, "Well in that case, call me a fool." Ruby chuckled quietly for a moment before growing quiet again.
For a while they walked in comfortable silence through the night, walking past dumpsters and rubbish piles alike. Then he spoke again.
"You know, learning that we got accepted to Beacon, seeing how far we have come, that reminds of when we first met, eh, Rubes?"
"Yes..." she barely breathed out, so low that he could barely hear it. Whatever he said next was lost on her as she started remembering that day...
She had just turned five. She was out playing at the park when her uncle, Qrow, came up to her.
"Ruby," he said, "There is someone I would like you to meet." He grabbed her small hand within his own and began walking towards his shop with her.
"Who is it, Uncle Birdie?" she asked in that way only children could. "Is it someone my age? A new playmate?"
He laughed out into the air. "Hahaha correct Ruby! But he is someone special. Very special. Now shush, we're about to see him."
They turned a corner and then she saw him. Like her uncle said he was her age, but unlike her he looked underfed and not clothed quite right. His clothes wre ripped and stained, his ribs were easily visible, and he had several bruises on his face. It loked like someone had mistreated him in the past. He sat on a bench, looking for all the world as if he had nowhere to go.
At the very moment she saw the poor child little Ruby felt something stir within her, something she had never felt before. It felt like... a connection. A bond. One that was almost unique. Before her uncle could stop her she ran forward and stood in front of the child on the bench. He looked up and Ruby noticed he had red eyes and sharp teeth but she didn't care.
"Hiya, my name is Ruby! What's yours?" She sang to him in a playful voice. The other child looked startled for a second as he looked up, then ducked his head down low again.
"Soul." He whispered it so softly that only the child right in front of him could hear it.
"Nice to meet you, Soul! Are you a Faunus? Your teeth are very pointy, pointer than anyone I have ever seen!"
If it was possible, he slumped even lower as he whispered "I don't know."
Ruby stopped for a moment, then beamed. "Well I think they are very cool!"
The child looked up, suprise and hope reflecting within his red eyes. "Really? You think they are cool?"
"Yup! Very cool! Hey, Soul, want to be friends?" She moved closer at this last part and cocked her head in expectation.
"F-f-friends?" he sounded as if he never even heard the term, much less experienced it. He stared at her in confusuon.
"Yup! Please? Can you be my friend, please?" She leaned in even closer, asking in a pleading tone.
He stared right into her eyes, and she stared back, a shocked expression facing a begging one. Then for the first time during the entire converstaion, he smiled. "Yes. I will be your friend Ruby."
"YAAAAYYY!" She shouted out, causing her new friend to cover his ears. She grabbed him and drew him into a tight hug while squealing about all the things they could do together, like picking flowers, building sand castles, swinging swings, and loads of other things. At first he tensed up, but eventually he loosened his body and hugged her back.
The last thing she heard from her uncle before her excitement overwhelmed her and caused everything else to become a distant buzz was "Incredible. The last meister in the world finally united with the last Demon Weapon. They are going to do great things together, I know it."
She was shocked out of her thoughts by Soul asking her a question.
"Hey Rubes, what's for dinner?"
She groaned as she continued walking, their apartment building almost within sight. "It's always food with you of any sort, isn't it? Even with the fact you eat Auras."
Shrugging, he retorted, "Hey, consuming a manifestation of someone's soul is a hungry buisness!"
"That dosen't make any sense!"
"I eat parts of souls, of course it doesn't make any sense!"
Professor Goodwitch walked into the room just as Ozpin was picking up a few stray folders off the table, ever-present coffee mug in his hand. She just came back from checking on Torchwick and the two were about to leave to return to Beacon Academy. She nodded at him and was just about to turn around and leave when he spoke.
"Glynda, what do you think of her?"
"Hmm?" She asked as she turned bacl around to face the man. In all the years she had known him she still doesn't know what to expect from the strange headmaster.
"What do you think of Ruby Rose?
"Well..." she started hesitantly. For some reason thinking of that girl made her feel... uncomfortable. "She is very capable for someone her age, but something about her seems... off. And she's a smart a*s."
Ozpin nodded at the statement. "I expected no less from one of my best professors. (At this Professor Goodwitch perked up a bit. Compliments from Professor Ozpin were few and far in between.) Except for the smart a*s comment. Really, Glynda, show some decorum. (Professor Goodwitch slumped down at this.) She is strong, but she shows no emotion at all, no matter what I said. She seems cold. Uncaring. Even Emotionless. And something in her mannerisms, some little tic perhaps, something tells me that this was caused by some sort of event in past. What happened, I don't know. All I know is that something did."
"And her main weapon, the scythe." he continued, standing up and leaving the room with Professor Goodwitch, heading towards the exit. "It is even stranger. For one thing it doesn't shift forms at all, at least not in anyway I could tell. Another thing is that it was putting off a large Aura signature, almost as if it had one of its own. Even the most well-used Hunters' weapons don't usually put off signatures like that. And finally, the entire time I was examining it, I got this feeling..." he shivered at the end, causing him and Professor to stop under a street light near the airport that would take them back to Beacon.
"What is it, Professor?" Professor Goodwitch asked in a concerned tone. He breathed out, and finished what he was saying as they continued once more to the airport.
"It's just... the entire time I was examining, I felt that the eye on it was... following my movements." He breathed in and out one last time as they climbed into the airship going to Beacon.
"Basically," he said as the airship took off, "I felt like that the scythe was watching me."
Roman Torchwick, master criminal, leader of the Vale underworld, one of the most feared men the world over, sat in his cell and glared at his gloved hands, moonlight shining in through a high-up window. They took away his hat and his cane due to finding traces of Dust usage within them, so he was left with glaring at his hands.
It was supposed to go perfectly. The old man was supposed to be frightened into giving up everything, they would escape with all of that Dust, and their plans would be so much farther ahead! Instead he was captured by a some snot-nosed girl and he lost all the Dust. Him! Roman Torchwick! The greatest criminal on the face of Remnant! Losing to some brat off the street! It was inconceivable! In his anger and rage at himself, Roman Torchwick did not notice the sounds of gunfire, flames, and screaming coming ever closer to his cell until the door bursted open. He shot up, fists raised in a classic boxing stance.
"Really, Candlewick, you think that could stop me?" A displeased voice told him as the moonlight highlighted the figure that had just stepped into the room. He lowered his fists as he realized who was in his cell.
"Cinder." He breathed out in a relieved tone as he saw his employer, ignoring the insult she greeted him with. "Thank goodness you're here." He made to leave the cell but Cinder blocked him off with her arm.
"If it wasn't for your connections in the underworld, Candlewick, I would have just left you here to rot. (Roman tensed when she said that.) But, unfortunately, I still need your help for the moment, so I am busting you out. However..." she threatened him as he began leaving the cell again, "if you fail this badly one more time, I will find you no matter where you run, Roman. And I will end you in the worse way imaginable." Roman nodded furiously as he left the room. On its own the threat didn't sound so bad but he had seen what she had done to someone she said that to. To this day it still gave him nightmares.
"Good..." she cooed as she saw him scamper off past the bodies of the guards she slaughtered. As she moved past the blackened corpses she remembered the red-cloaked girl she fought earlier that night.
She could become a big problem... she thought as she remembered seeing that Ozpin fellow entering the police station earlier, no doubt to recruit here for his wretched academy. Or... as she thought about it a massive grin grew on her face. A grin of pure sadism and bloodlust that looked unnatural on her pretty features.
She could become a great pawn.
Annnddd... done! So how did you like it? Was it good? Bad? Apalling? Don't be afraid to tell me. A slap in the face is a good as a handshake here. In a non sadistic way, that is. Before you go, two quick things please.
A) Can you guess how many episodes of Soul Eater I watched before writing this?
B) Did I write Soul right? He is concerning me in particular, so some feedback about that would really help. Thanks.
I guess that's it then. So long, fair well, avida say goodni- wait. Wrong piece of television. My bad. Either way, so long and enjoy yourselves! Bye! Have a good one!
Edit: Extended Ruby/Cinder fight scene and a few other snippets. Fixed one or two mistakes. Adressed some concerns in the reviews. How did you like the changes? Do they improve the story or make it worse?