It should have been simple. No more difficult than lifting her sword. But for the life of her, she could not find the strength to ask this man for help. It was his job: help people and sell them dust. Ruby denying this man his job was hurting him as well if she couldn't complete a purchase. All I need is a gravity dust-capable barrel for my pistol. All Ruby had to do to shorten this torture was ask for help. Just pull your nose from this weapons catalog, ask for help, and be on your way.

So she did. In a surprise to everybody there, she asked him where the barrels were. He mumbled something, and he looked to one of the back corners. Ok… I'll just check it out. Sure enough, the barrels were there… two feet from the weapons catalog she was browsing. Ruby cursed her luck, and put on some music to hide her embarrassment.

Her luck turned from dirt to manure when a man tapped her shoulder. He was dressed in black and red with a katana. The man pointed to his ear. Ruby pulled her headsets off. What is going on? "Put your hands up kid!" Whaaaaaaat? Ruby was at a loss for words. Did this man not see the sword at her belt, or the gun, or Ohhhhhh, that's why he wants hands up. Got it. Wait what? "Are you… robbing me?" The man nodded. Oh. "Ohhhhhh…" and she went back to reading. No harm no foul right?. The man didn't think the same, and found himself on the street before he knew what happened. Ruby jumped out as well: the attackers couldn't escape if escape was cut off. Duh. Bowler hat mascara clockwork orange man looked at her; mile concern swam in his eyes. "Well, get her" And so the other henchmen tried. And thus the henchmen failed. A slap on the wrist, a kick to the chin, a hint of the flavor of steel as Ruby tore her way through the three henchmen that challenged her. Her sword parried, blocked, and riposted everyone one of the henchmen's attacks. Her pistol, though not with gravity rounds, did fit ice-Dust and could immobilize their legs.

Glam man summed it up well "You were worth every penny yes you are, well Red it has been an eventful evening, but I think it's past your bedti-" "Wait!" Ruby screamed before she could stop herself. I'm in too deep now. "Before you leave, I got a theme song for you let me just pull it up" For some unknown reason, Bowler hat man didn't leave. Instead he just smothered his cigar.

"Alright. Here goes" and she hit play.

"I'm singin' in the rain

Just singin' in the rain

What a glorious feeling

I'm happy again…"

"Oh what a comedian you are Red. I am just dying of laughter. Now can I please get a move on or are you going to go home bleeding"

"Is there a neither option?" Damnit Ruby, hold your tongue, or you might bite off way more than you can chew.

sigh* "Don't say I didn't warn ya kid" and he chucks a red Dust crystal at her. Alex -sorry he may not be named Alex- mascara man aims his cane at the crystal.

Perfect pitch. Ruby swung her sword at it like she played baseball. Sadly, she didn't play baseball, or any sports for that matter with anyone but her sister. Baseball isn't fun with two people. Strike one

Bomb sensors at the local police station went off as the crystal exploded. Of course, it doesn't matter nearly at all. Beacon had all of Vale and much of the surrounding forests under surveillance, and had sent a Huntress once Roman Torchwick had appeared on tape.

Ruby was not dead. Likely due to the Huntress that just blocked the explosion, but it didn't matter much right now. What did was that Torchwick was already clambering onto a rooftop; a manta was flying to his position, likely to pick him up. Too far, too late. The clockwork orange copyright infringer had escaped.

AN and thus, random bs begins. If you get lost, trampled, confused, or dehydrated while reading this, please take a moment to sit back, remove your eyes from this abomination, and drink water, not coffee. You do NOT need more energy right now.