Legends. Stories told orally or through written word, all scattered through time. Mankind has grown fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, but like one large-scale game of telephone, stories will almost always be told slightly differently from person to person. Either by remembering the story differently, or by retelling the story in order to accommodate the people hearing or reading it, the original message and the spirit behind it becomes that much more corrupted. You've heard this story before, haven't you? About how man was born from dust, with creatures of pure destruction known as Grimm seeking their demise, with humanity coming out on top thanks to the use of a resource named after that which they were born? If that story wasn't true, then our reality would be false and humanity would have long been extinct.
This time, I want to tell you a story that's just as, if not more familiar to all of you than mankind's triumph over the harsh darkness it was born into. The story of a young, silver-eyed girl and her friends. I'm gonna skip through or summarize the parts we already know about, but I will intentionally corrupt it in order to teach a different kind of lesson; to show a different kind of message. This won't be the kind of story Salem will tell, about how flames that burn will eventually flicker and die. Nor is it one that Ozpin will tell, about how victory in strife can be found in the simpler things in life that someone with a smaller and more honest soul can achieve. Instead, the focus is about what I call The Qrow Effect, and how even the slightest difference in how events are carried out or how a person behaves or looks, no matter how small or innocuous, can have a big impact on how the course of history will be determined. It can also be the deciding factor between the ultimate of two choices for fate to contemplate: life or death?
Yang and Ruby Rose had been given their monthly allowance the other day, and now was the time for the two of them to do some shopping. They had already gotten off the boat that lead the two sisters to Vale, and if the evening sun that was above the sky was anything to go off of, it looked like they still had plenty of time to see the sights in-between shopping before most of the places here closed.
Their first order of business was one that's been overdue for the past few days. You see, in this story, the unique change that will alter the course of history... are Ruby's breasts. Specifically, they're much larger than Yang's, and are even big enough to make Glynda take second place. And, due to how well they've been developing, they had to go out and shop for a new bra that could comfortably contain their size.
"Man," Ruby began with a slight whine, "I can't wait to slip into a bra that fits again..."
Yang gave a weak laugh at that. "This is, what, your sixth one you had to go out and buy?"
"Number seven..." Ruby answered, sighing. She did perk up a little when an assuring thought came to mind. "Well, who knows? Seven's a lucky number, so maybe I don't have to worry about getting another one after this?"
"Ooooh no," Yang replied, shaking her head. "You're still fifteen, so I wouldn't count on it being over. From my experience, you've got another year or two of growing left."
Ruby hesitated for a moment as she thought about it... before visibly deflating a little. "Yeah, that's true..."
While it sucked that she had to spend her allowance on what would otherwise go towards a potential upgrade to Crescent Rose, she did ultimately take pride in her bust size, and she was more confident because of her assets. It did seem surprising how quickly Ruby grew, and how many of Yang's old bras were loaned before none of them fit anymore. The blonde developed the same as you would expect, sure, but Ruby had managed to surpass Yang's current size, and at a significantly younger age, meaning her ego grew in tandem.
Was Yang jealous? When it all happened, she was definitely jealous at first. In fact those old feelings did flare up from time to time. But apart from that, she was not only used to this dynamic between the two of them, but there were times when she realized that having an even bigger chest than she did now wouldn't be worth all the extra Lien on clothing or the back exercises. Yet her sister can somehow make it all work while still being a terrific fighter to boot. So, more power to her.
After a bit of walking, they did make their way to a clothing store called One Size Fits All. I don't think any of you reading along care about the specifics of what the two actually do there, and I'm sure you can figure it out on your own, so I'll just bring us forward a few minutes later.
Both Yang and a now more upbeat Ruby came out of the shop. The older of the two sisters couldn't help but notice the younger one's new positivity, even smiling herself from how infectious it was. "So I take it you got a good deal?"
Ruby was beaming at this point. "Worth every Lien~!" she replied. "Oh! And speaking of, I think I still have some spending money left to stock up on Dust. Gotta be ready for training at Signal once the weekend's over, you know?"
Yang nodded in response. "So we'll meet up at the docks like usual?" Yang had a few things to do around town herself, and she trusted her younger sister enough to stay safe while she was on her own.
"Sounds good!" Ruby replied, before the two walked off to go down their own paths.
Later, at night...
A group of five men walk down an alleyway in Vale. Most of them were unremarkable, save for the presence of black clothing and red accessories. But the fifth one, standing at the very front? He was the important one. The leader. Everybody who saw him could tell that he was dangerous, and were even afraid of being physically near him. If he lacked his entourage, it wouldn't have made a difference. From the bowler hat with a plume secured by a red band, to the cigar in his mouth, to the expensive-looking white jacket, everyone knew who he was.
And his goal? A Dust shop, still open late at night.
Of course, Roman Torchwick was a man of class. He wouldn't just break into any random Dust shop, steal as much inventory as he and his henchmen could get their hands on, and call it a night. No, he wanted to do things his own way. From Dust Till Dawn was the shop he had his sights set on. He had plenty of influence in this part of town, so all it would take was a few words and a gun in order to get what he wanted. No fuss, no mess.
The only thing he had to look out for, however, was Ruby Rose. She's been a thorn on his side for quite some time, which is why he made it clear to his rent-a-goons that they need to be on the lookout for someone who wore red and black, had silver eyes, and-her most prominent feature-unusually large breasts.
Once everyone got inside, the goons looked around, and didn't say anything or anyone matching the description their boss gave them. In fact, it looked like nobody was around, so they all assumed they had free reign over the place.
If only they weren't so lazy and actually bothered to look to the magazine rack in the corner of the shop. Ruby was definitely there, but wasn't aware of what was about to happen. She was too busy reading issue #228 of Weapons Magazine, with her headphones on as she listened her mix tape of Jeff Williams songs.
As Torchwick approached the front counter, he removed the cigar from his mouth and unceremoniously flicked the ashes off of it and onto the floor, much to the shopkeeper's annoyance.
This was just as Torchwick has done plenty of times before. First, the words. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a Dust shop open this late?"
Then, the gun. One of the henchmen pulled out their sidearm, which had the shopkeeper react by putting both of his hands up in front of himself. He knew for a fact that Torchwick was here on racketeering business.
"P-please!" the elderly man begged. "Just take my Lien and leave!"
There was a moment in Ruby's music where things got quiet, and she heard the shopkeeper's panic. She quickly reached down to turn off her music and listen in.
Money? Oh, this wasn't about money. Not this time at least. Despite his entrance, Torchwick felt that the shopkeeper had nothing to worry about, provided he was willing to help the crime boss a little. "Shhh, calm down, we're not here for your money." Torchwick revealed what he was actually here for next, as he looked over to one of his henchmen. "Grab the Dust."
Ruby's eyes widened. Torchwick was here? And he wasn't here to collect protection money? This was... weird. Just what is he up to? She just kept her headphones on and went back to reading her magazine. If she was lucky, she'd be able to get the jump on one of the goons.
Speaking of, one of them placed a gray case onto the counter. It was then opened, revealing several large canisters. Each one was already being grabbed out of the case in order to fill them with the refined Dust in stock.
A second case was brought out and placed on the counter. The shopkeeper, who had no choice but to assist with what was happening, saw there was nothing in it, but... well, this was going to change, wasn't it?
"Crystals," demanded one of the robbers, his voice calm yet firm. "Burn. Uncut." They could bag as much Dust as they wanted, but Fire Dust took priority. The shopkeeper reluctantly started to fill the case with the stock he had on display within the counter he was standing behind.
A henchman was on canister duty just like everyone else. He walked to one section of the shop, and in the corner of his eye... Wait, who was that? Someone was just standing there, reading a magazine like nothing was going on. Come to think of it... she looked as though they matched the description for Ruby Rose. She was wearing a red hood over her head, but the henchman could see that there was plenty of black being worn as well. He drew out his sword and started walking closer to her.
Ruby was standing perfectly still, waiting for her moment to strike. She couldn't move too much, or the facade showing that she couldn't hear the goon coming would become see-through. She carefully listened to the henchman's footsteps as he got closer. And then...
The silver-eyed warrior snapped around to throw her magazine at the henchman as a distraction. Knocked off balance, he was already roped into Ruby's trap and disarmed. He was then subjected to a series of punches in places he didn't realize could hurt, before Ruby grabbed him tightly. She activated her Semblance, carried the henchman across the store as she left behind a trail of rose petals and her opponent's screaming, before he was dropped and forced to crash through the window.
Roman Torchwick barely saw the red blur that just flew across. Even if he hadn't, the noises he heard and the gust of wind he felt clued him in on what was going on. And if that wasn't enough, he and the other goons turned around to see what was going on outside. One of the goons was lying on his back, incapacitated. And Ruby Rose...
... Was very winded. She was panting, bent over with her hands on her thighs. She can lift some decently heavy weights, but a fully grown man? Her strength was still something to be desired in that regard.
Ruby looked up as she felt eyes on her. There was the other henchmen, who were surprised by what they say. And standing in the middle: "MATCHSTIIICK!"
Matchstick. That damn nickname. Torchwick realized that this robbery just became a lot more difficult than he was hoping. "First time carrying a body, or are you already losing your touch at such a young age?"
Ruby stood upright again, having finally caught her breath. "Only the first one," she replied. "I'm only gonna get better and better from here on out."
Torchwick smiled. "Well, you've got spirit, I'll give you that. You play your cards right, and you might do better than the cops around here." Torchwick paused so he could take a drag from his cigar. As he blew out the smoke from his lungs and out the window, he just stared Ruby down. "Why don't we go ahead and cut to the chase?"
Ruby simply flashed Torchwick a smile from where she was standing. She reached behind her cape and drew out her weapon. All the moving parts unfolded to reveal Crescent Rose, her big, red gun-scythe. Then, as a show of force, Ruby twirled her scythe around herself, the head of the scythe then burying itself into the asphalt and causing the resulting debris to fly upwards.
Torchwick nodded slightly, feeling mildly impressed. He then glanced around to see that his henchmen were still standing there, staring like idiots. "Are all of you going to do your jobs or not!? I didn't pay you to just watch!"
That was enough to motivate all the henchmen to rush outside of the store to attack. Even the one who got flung out of the window was coincidentally combat ready.
The first henchman tried to take a swing at her with his sword, but Ruby was too quick. She gracefully spun around on the handle of the still-stationary Crescent Rose like an acrobat, before coming back around to counter with a kick with both feet.
Torchwick had to duck in order to avoid getting hit by the flying henchman, watching as he got launched back into the store. Torchwick then poked his head back up to look at the action again, positioned in a way that he'll also be able to avoid anymore flying goons.
Ruby pulled Crescent Rose out of the ground and looked over to see two more henchmen charging at her. She held Crescent Rose behind her, anticipating the right moment to strike. She kept her finger on the trigger. Wait for it... NOW! Crescent Rose fired off, and Ruby rode the recoil to gracefully spin with the weapon still in her hand. The first goon got knocked into the air, before Ruby used her remaining momentum to leap forward and hammer her second target against the ground.
One more henchman remained. This time, he was packing a straight-up assault rifle. Ruby cocked Crescent Rose and had the head of the scythe in front of her this time. With the pull of the trigger, the recoil allowed her to narrowly avoid the spray of bullets. Ruby kept this going, riding more recoil that allowed her to maneuver around the fully automatic fire, before the final shot allowed her to use the handle of Crescent Rose to clothesline the goon. He was helpless to stop himself from getting flung up in the air and then batted away.
Torchwick made his way out the front door, just in time to watch the final henchman land right in front of him. Well, this has certainly gone downhill. And to think, these were supposed to be good mercenaries that he hired. "You were worth every cent." They weren't. "Truly, you were." His disappointment was immeasurable, and what would've been a good night of heisting was ruined. All because they couldn't take down one girl wielding a scythe.
Ruby gave a slight frown. Crime boss or not, she could understand what it's like to have one's money wasted on something that didn't work as advertised. "I take it good help is starting to run thin, Torchwick?"
Torchwick removed the cigar from his lips, giving a bitter chuckle. "Only because someone always manages to show up and break apart my plans like a spoiled brat with her toys." Torchwick of course put emphasis on the word "brat," utilizing passive-aggression to demean the aspiring huntress. He dropped his cigar, and proceeded to put it out with the bottom of Melodic Cudgel, his cane. "Well, Red, I think we can say it's been an eventful evening. And as much as I'd like to stick around..." he then raised his cane, pointed it at Ruby, and armed it with the press of a button. The lid flipped open, where it served its secondary function as crosshairs. He was ready. Now all he had to do was aim... "I'm afraid this is where we part ways." And fire.
The projectile which shot out of Melodic Cudgel cut through the air, howling like a firework. Ruby turns Crescent Rose and points it to the ground beneath her feet, using recoil to fly out of the way of the projectile. She narrowly avoided both the impact as well as the resulting explosion that ensued. She landed back on the ground and...
Huh? Where did Torchwick run off too? This was when she realized that in the time it took for her to dodge out of the way of the shot, and then land back on the ground, he must've made a bee-line somewhere. The worst part was, the explosion masked the sound of his running, so she had to use her eyes to find him. And she found him... going up a ladder to the rooftops!
She looked over at the shopkeeper, who witnessed what was happening. "Stay safe. I'm gonna go after him." And with that, she ran to pursue him.
Torchwick managed to be the first one to make it to the rooftop. But Ruby wasn't too far behind, as she uses Crescent Rose to catapult herself up to where the crime boss had escaped to. She watched as he made his way to the other side of the roof. "It's the end of the line, Matchstick!" Ruby called out.
Torchwick slowed himself down to a stop. It wouldn't be Ruby Rose if she didn't have her little sense of perseverance, now would she? If anything, she always did make his life of crime that much more interesting, for better and worse. Like a comic book hero always chasing after the villain. It was adorable. What a shame that it wasn't how the world worked, however. "Never change, Red."
That was when a Bullhead rose up in front of where he was standing. Ruby saw this, raising an arm up to keep herself from being blinded by one of the spotlights that shined in her direction. Seriously!? How did nobody see or hear this thing earlier?
The side door to the Bullhead opened, just as Torchwick stepped his way up from the edge of the roof. He smoothly embarked the aircraft like he simply rose up a small set of stairs. He then turned around, looking to Ruby. "And for the record, Red," he shouted over the roar of the Bullhead's engines, before pulling out a red Dust crystal. "That's supposed to be MY line!"
The Dust crystal was thrown, shining under the artificial rays of the aircraft's spotlight. Ruby wasn't sure what Torchwick was up to until she caught him raising his cane again. She had no choice but to dive out of the way, just as another shot from Melodic Cudgel rang out. Even then, it wasn't enough to get her out of the blast radius of the large explosion that ensued. Torchwick looked on to see the resulting mushroom cloud that encompassed the roof, and boy was he ecstatic! He looked on to evaluate the damage he had done... only to notice something...
No, it wasn't something. It was someone.
A blonde woman, dressed in formal attire and wearing a rugged black-and-purple cape, managed to arrive on time to save Ruby from getting blown up. A violet glyph floated in front of the two of them, which soon dissipated on its own. Ruby looked over to see her savior. The way she carried herself, that power she had... it was Glynda Goodwitch! A Huntress! Now was probably going to be the only chance for Ruby to not only capture Torchwick and see him be put to justice, but also impress a fully-fledged Huntress!
Glynda summoned streaks of purple projectiles that almost knocked the Bullhead off balance from where it drifted in the air.
Torchwick was knocked about, even grunting as he was forced to bang his shoulder against the wall separating the cabin from the cockpit. In fact, now that he was within speaking distance of her, this made it a good time to warn his new partner in crime about it. "We've got a huntress!" he exclaimed.
The mysterious woman got up from the pilot's seat, which prompted Torchwick to sit down and take over piloting the Bullhead. During all of this commotion, Glynda prepared herself to do another attack. With the flick of her riding crop in the direction of the aircraft, a sparkling ball of energy fired forth before exploding into a rune in the air above. Dark clouds formed over the Bullhead, which caught the attention of Torchwick.
"What the hell...?" Torchwick didn't have much time to react to the sudden falling of thick icicles from these dark clouds. In fact, he narrowly managed to avoid one by moving his body down and to the side. Had he not done that, the world would be without one pilot-slash-kingpin.
Ruby slammed her scythe down into the roof so that she could take aim. Maybe if she makes a well-placed shot or two into the Bullhead's engines, she could disable it and bring it down!
But, instead, a new target showed up. Glynda watched as a new challenger approached, clad in high heels and a red dress. Ruby could tell who this was: an accomplice!
Instead of going for the engine, Ruby aimed Crescent Rose directly at the mysterious woman and fired a couple shots. Despite the fact that high-caliber rounds were used, all it took was for her target to bring her hand up and block each projectile.
Her counter-attack involved a direct flame blast at Ruby, which Glynda blocks with more runes. However, like paint being flicked off of a brush, the fireball splattered across the rooftop as stains, which were already glowing yellow with heat. With another gesture from the pyromancer, the ground below Ruby glowed.
Ruby reacted by moving out of the way, using Crescent Rose to jump up diagonally in the air. A pillar of explosive fire narrowly missed the aspiring huntress, and Ruby's landing involved doing a mid-air cartwheel over Glynda before landing, now standing by the other side of the Huntress.
Glydna was quick to make use of an opportunity of her own. That explosion caused a lot of debris to shoot up, which was something she could work with. Tapping into her semblance, the glowing hot fragments of the roof became a much colder purple, before forming a large, improvised arrow. It launched forward to the Bullhead, which the pyromancer blasted repeatedly in order to reduce its size.
The arrow reformed despite this, and it would've struck the woman had it not been Torchwick's quick thinking; the Bullhead leaned in order to force the arrow to graze along the aircraft's top.
That could've been the end of the attack, but it wasn't. Glynda turned that scattered and broken debris into three more arrows, which were flying around the Bullhead to get a strike down on the pyromancer.
The pyromancer's response was an area-of-effect attack. Rings of indecipherable runes materialized around herself. Then, both of her arms went out, causing a sphere of orange magic to completely shatter and burn the arrows into embers that Glynda couldn't make use of.
Well, ranged attacks clearly weren't working. So, instead, Ruby did the next best thing. She ran forward along the roof, used her semblance to fly into the air. Then, as she went from a red spiral back to Ruby Rose, she aimed her scythe backwards and fired off a shot. The recoil was be enough to fling herself forward and deliver a kick against the pyromancer's midsection with both feet, causing her to be flung back and be hit against the other door of the bullhead.
And now that they were in the same vehicle together, Ruby got a better look at the pyromancer. Fair-skin, black hair, amber eyes. She wore a black choker around her neck, and her red dress had intricate yellow patterns on the sleeves, which ended in triangle shapes that were wrapped around her middle fingers.
Oh, and there was the pissed off look on her face, as though offended that someone managed to land a blow on her to begin with. "GET AWAY FROM ME!" The amber-eyed woman called forth a gust of wind that ejected Ruby out of the Bullhead.
Ruby had to make a recovery now, and fast! She aimed Crescent Rose to the ground, placed her feet on the blade like she was using it as a Pogo-stick, and with a well-timed shot, she was able to give herself a new momentum that would allow her to spin in the air, simultaneously do a flip, and then land next to Glynda again.
Ruby looked up just in time to see the Bullhead close its door and fly away. And so the bad guy gets away once again.
"Man...!" Ruby groaned. "I nearly had him this time, too!" Remembering that she had help this time around, she looked over to Glynda. "That was fun, though!" she added, beaming. "I never thought I'd get to fight alongside a Huntress!"
Unfortunately, Ruby went from grinning to feeling ashamed. She was sitting inside of an interrogation room. The kind that had the single, bright light on her and no other light in the room. The only sound in the room was the clacking of Glynda's heels as she paced the room with a tablet in her hand. "Stopping a dust shop robbery at this time of night! Unbelievable!" Glynda exclaimed, verbally chewing Ruby out. "I hope you realize that your actions tonight won't be taken lightly, young lady!"
What was that? "Young lady?" Ruby echoed, offended. "I for one feel that I'm more mature than just any "young lady," you know!"
Glynda sighed, looking over to Ruby. Were they really about to get into a debate of semantics? Fine. "And how old are you, then?"
"I'm fifteen!" replied Ruby. "And, might I add, I'm mature for my age!"
This... left Glynda with a shocked expression, especially as those green eyes of hers looked the silver-eyed warrior over. She was fifteen... with breasts that size!? Glynda didn't say anything, but she was amazed. They were as big as her head! It was hyperbole, of course, but she couldn't deny that Ruby was somehow bustier out of the two of them, and at such a young age! Was... was Ruby trying to use them to challenge her authority!?... No, Glynda, relax, she's just a young girl. There was no sense trying to read that far into what Ruby is saying. She's just demanding more respect, nothing more.
With a free hand, Glynda adjusted her glasses and cleared her throat for a moment. "Khm... well, then I'm afraid you still count as a young lady." Ruby decided not to press the topic any farther, especially after seeing the look on the Huntress's face. Glynda, calmer, continued with what she was going to say. "You put other people in great danger because of your antics. Not to mention yourself, considering your overaggressive fighting style."
Ruby looked Glynda in the eye as she gave her response. "My fighting style, I'll admit, does put me at risk at times. But the police in Vale wouldn't have gotten there in time to stop Matchstick-sorry, Torchwick from robbing that Dust shop. I was inside the building when the robbery happened, so I was in a better position to stop him! If I hadn't stepped in, then the place would've been picked clean, possibly with a dead shopkeeper on top of that."
That was a good point. Even Glynda herself was rather late to stop what was happening. There was also that remark from earlier, about how Ruby "nearly had" Torchwick, and how she even had a nickname for a dangerous criminal... That wasn't the first time the two of them encountered each other, was it? "... Well, you're certainly pragmatic for a teenager," Glynda finally commented. "And if it were up to me, I'd be sending you home with a pat on the back and a slap on the wrist. But... there is someone here who would like to meet you."
Glynda moved aside to reveal... Whoa! Professor Ozpin of all people was here too! And he brought an offering in the form of a plate of fresh cookies! It didn't take Ruby long to figure out that Glynda was the bad cop, and Ozpin was playing good cop.
"Ruby Rose," Ozpin acknowledged, moving closer to the table. "You..." Ozpin trailed off as he, too, had a look of surprise as he got closer. Fine. She was already used to having eyes drawn to her bust, so she knew it couldn't be helped.
But, in reality, Ozpin was surprised by something else altogether. "... Silver eyes...!" he muttered, those two words barely audible enough for Ruby to pick up on compared to what else he said.
"Huh? My eyes?" Well, this was interesting! She didn't think she'd meet anyone who would first notice her eyes.
Ozpin's focus returned to Ruby herself instead of her eyes. "Oh, apologies. I just noticed that your eyes are silver." He placed the cookies down in front of Ruby, who didn't hesitate to take one and bite into it. "It's an incredibly rare trait. There's even a tale about them, about how how they're the mark of someone destined to lead the life of a warrior."
Really now? This was fascinating information for Ruby. "Huh..." she swallowed the bite of the cookie she was chewing as she listened. "Well, there's probably some merit to it, considering that it's... actually my dream to become a Huntress."
"Not to mention how you well you performed earlier." Ozpin then pointed to the tablet that Glynda was holding, which showed footage of Ruby taking on the mercenaries from earlier. "Where did you learn to fight like that? And for that matter, how did you learn to use one of the most dangerous weapons ever designed?"
Ruby couldn't help but smile. "Thanks. My Uncle Qrow has been teaching me how to fight at Signal Academy since I was thirteen."
"Ah, Mr. Branwen!" That would certainly explain it! "Yes, I know him well enough. Another scythe-wielder, just like you. I can clearly see that he taught you well. And you've taken to learning how to fight monsters remarkably well for someone so young."
"Oh, you bet!" exclaimed Ruby. "I was complete garbage at fighting when he first took me under his wing. And now, I'm WAY better at kicking ass and taking names!" Maybe swearing in front of the Headmaster of Beacon was a bad idea. "Oh, um, pardon me."
Ozpin gave a nod, willing to let that one go. "So you wish to follow the life a warrior?"
"Yeah!" Ruby replied. "I only have two more years of training left at Signal. Afterwards, I'm hoping to apply at Beacon! My sister's going there too in order to become a Huntress, and I want to as well since I enjoy helping people!" She was visibly showing an increasing enthusiasm as she spoke, her dialogue even speeding up. "My parents and even my uncle learned how to fight at beacon, so I thought I'd follow in their footsteps! Sure, I could be a cop, but Huntsmen and Huntresses are a step up in the food chain, AND THEY'RE WAY MORE EXCITING AND COOL AND-" erupting from her mouth was a fan-girlish squeal, which was thankfully contained enough to not do any harm to either professor's eardrums. "YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!?"
The two of them simply stared at her at first. Well, Ruby not only had the potential, but she seemed very eager to become a Huntress. Ozpin then gave Ruby a soft smile. "Do you know who I am?" he asked.
Ruby looked to the both of them. "Of course. In fact, I know who both of you are. You're Professor Ozpin, and you're Professor Goodwitch," she answered, motioning to each respective person when their names were brought up.
It would seem that the young girl did her research. "It's nice to meet you, Miss Rose," Ozpin replied, with Glynda giving a silent nod.
"Likewise!" replied Ruby, grinning. "So... does this mean you're extending an invitation for me to attend?"
"That depends," Ozpin replied. "Do you wish to attend my school?"
The answer Ruby gave was something she's known so long. It came from the bottom of her heart. "More than anything."
The two professor shared a look. Glynda saw first hand that Ruby had potential, and has experienced live combat on more than one occasion. It might be safer if Ruby finished her time at Signal, but if Ozpin wanted to have her skip that and learn how to fight at Beacon, then Glynda was curious enough to see where this will go.
Overall? Glynda simply shrugged her shoulders.
And Ozpin's final verdict? "... Well, if it means that much to you, then certainly."
To say that Ruby was filled was excitement was an understatement. But then again, you all know that by now, right?
The news that Ruby was going to Beacon hadn't reached her sister yet. If anything, she figured that she could surprise her with this one. Ruby had been waiting for the airship to take off, and once it was on its way to Beacon Academy, she went around to look for her sister. At first, she couldn't find her, and there was a mild sinking feeling that they weren't on the same airship together. Or maybe Yang was late?
But then she saw her. That long blonde hair and those lilac eyes were proof that the girl Ruby saw was none other than Yang Xiao Long. As Ruby approached her, Yang finally noticed who joined her.
"Ruby...?" Yang asked, surprised. She met up halfway with her younger sister. "What are you doing on here?"
The silver-eyed warrior brought both of her own hands behind her back and together. "Well~! I thought I'd let you know that your little sister got invited directly to Beacon by none other than Professor Ozpin!"
This left Yang wide-eyed, even more surprised than before. "You're kidding!" she exclaimed, a feeling of joy now swelling within the blonde.
"Nope!" Ruby was beaming as she then pulled out an envelope. "I've got the invitation and everything!"
Yang was quick to snatch it from her sister's hand and examine the message inside. The same message, the same signature... the letter was real.
So that confirms it. Ruby and Yang get to attend the same school together! "That's amazing!" Yang went in for a sisterly hug, still clutching the letter and envelope in her hands. "I can't believe my sister's going to Beacon with me! This is the best day EVER!"
In Yang's excitement, however, she neglected to show restraint. Ruby's huge breasts were being greatly compressed against Yang's much smaller ones, and this restricted the younger sister's breathing. "Please stop...!" she gasped out.
Yang does let her go, thankfully. "Sorry, but I'm just so proud of you~! Tell me all about it!"
And here, Ruby gave a summary of events. "Well, I ran into Matchstick again, but this time at a Dust shop. Then one of the professors at Beacon showed up to help me fight him and this other girl he was with. They got away, I got escorted to a police station to be interrogated-"
"So that's what was keeping you!" Yang interrupted, relieved she wasn't there for anything serious. "Whew! Man, I can't believe you can get locked up for vigilantism now-a-days..."
"I didn't get locked up!" Ruby continued. "I was just given a lecture, and then Professor Ozpin showed up. We talked for a bit, about how my silver eyes are supposed to mean something..."
"The Silver-Eyed Warriors, right?" she asked, referencing the fairytale that Ozpin brought up the other night.
"Yeah, that one!" Ruby replied, before concluding her story. "Eventually, he asked if I wanted to attend Beacon. I said yes, and here I am now!"
Yang grinned after the full explanation was given to her. "That's incredible! I knew fighting crime would get you somewhere!"
Ruby chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly. "Not so loud, sis. I'm not looking for that kind of attention."
This confused Yang a little. "Why not? You get to skip ahead two years, so people already know you're going to be a fighting prodigy!"
"Well, yeah, but..." Yang had a good point, but Ruby still felt the need to refute it. And yet... she couldn't. Her pride wouldn't allow it. "Okay, fine. You're right! I'm fifteen and I fight crime, so it's not like I don't deserve to be called a fighting prodigy."
Yang walked around in order to give her sister a one-armed hug while Ruby talked. "Yeah, there you go! You're gonna be attending Beacon, so you need to stay confident." She then brought her free hand forward, as though motioning to an imaginary big picture. "Because confidence sells!"
Both sisters had their attention drawn to a Vale News Network broadcast being played nearby. There was a mugshot of a familiar, orange-haired man being displayed. "The robbery was lead by a nefarious criminal known as Roman Torchwick, who continues to evade authorities. If you have any information..."
Focus was lost on what was being broadcast when Yang leaned a bit closer to Ruby to ask something. "Huh. So that's-"
"Yep," Ruby replied with a nod. Roman "Matchstick" Torchwick. Had it not been for him, she wouldn't be going to the same combat school as her sister.
Another report was being told about a Faunus Civil Rights protest and the White Fang, but Yang was still focused on the current topic. "Did you get a look at his partner? The woman you mentioned?"
Ruby thought back on that night. "Black hair, amber eyes, likes fighting with Fire dust woven into her clothes, old enough to be our mom..."
"Eugh!" Yang groaned a little at that, even recoiling away from her sister from how grossed out she was. "I don't want that image of dad and someone like her in my head."
The news feed was cut off by the holographic projection of Glynda.
"Who's that?" Yang asked, pointing to the hologram.
"Professor Goodwitch," Ruby answered. "The one who helped me fight Torchwick that night."
The hologram proceeded to say its live message. "Hello, and welcome to Beacon! My name is Glynda Goodwitch."
"Oh!" Well, what do you know? It was her. Not that Yang had any reason to doubt what Ruby said, of course.
Glynda delivered her message without missing a beat. "You are among a privileged few who have received the honor of being selected to attend this prestigious academy! Our world is experiencing an incredible time of peace, and as future Huntsmen and Huntresses, it is your duty to uphold it. You have demonstrated the courage needed for such a task, and now it is our turn to provide you with the knowledge and the training to protect our world." And, with that, the hologram disappeared.
The other passengers went over to the glass walls to admire the outside view. In fact, Ruby and Yang couldn't help but look over as well.
"Oh, wow!" Ruby quickly approached the glass, with Yang following suit. "Look, you can see Signal from up here!" she mentioned, pointing out the small island known as Patch.
"I guess home isn't too far after all!" commented Yang.
The two of them then heard one of the passengers groaning. He was hunched over and frantically running to the back of the ship, leaving behind evidence in the form of a puddle of puke.
"Someone must be really afraid of heights," Ruby commented. "Well, it was a nice moment while it lasted."
Yang rolled her eyes, mainly in response to the retreating passenger they just saw. "Guess the view isn't for everyone."
The two of them looked to each other, Ruby smiling. "I wonder who we're going to meet! I just hope they're better than Vomit Boy," she joked, which did get a small laugh from Yang.