It's dark out, the moon shining overhead, fragmented and beautiful. I take a moment to admire it. The stars are all drowned out by the city lights, so its not like the moon has competition tonight. I take in a breath, resist the urge to howl, and make my way into Dust till Dawn. "Hello. The regular please." I say to the old man working the register. He nods, and I head into the back to read the magazines. Goth girl is there, reading weapon magazines as always. I pick up a magazine whose front features an article about which hybrid dust type is more useful for fighting Deathstalkers. My white wolf ears twitch some in delight.
I get to the second page of the article when the door opens again. I pay it no mind. Until the old man says "Please just take my Lien and leave." I spare a glance, and see criminal 'mastermind' Roman Torchwick and assorted goons. Bowler hat, clothes so white they make my hair look gray, and a smug smile plastered on his face. No surprise no one likes him. I grab Red and duck behind a shelf.
"Hey!"
"Shh!" She gives me an angry look, then shakes herself out of my grasp and into the aisle.
"Hey, put your hands up!" One of the goons yells, walking this way. I sneak farther away, getting near some dust vials.
"Are you… Robbing me?"
"Yes, what are you stu-" He grunts angrily as Red lets out some sort of karate scream, and she leaps out of my view. And a window breaks.
"What the hell red?" I mumble, shifting to see her out the window, unfolding a scythe. "So… this is what we're doing, huh?" I swipe three vials of icy blue dust, and wait in the shadows. As the vigilante girl beats up a few thugs I draw a symbol on the ground. I can't exactly form glyphs with my aura, so I make a simple amplify glyph with one vial. I pour out another vial, and let my aura shape the natural energy of ice, and freeze the two thugs aiming their guns at her.
"Red, red, red, isn't it past your bedtime?" He says, blocking her scythe and kicking her away. "Always the kids causing trouble." An explosive flies out of his cane, knocking her down the street. I vault over a toppled shelf and run outside, swiping a crystal as I do. I use it to send a flurry of fireballs at him. "Now the pets are joining the fight huh?" He says, his cane's handle flying to a nearby ladder and yanking him away from my attack.
"I am no one's pet!" I climb up the ladder, Red passing me by as she uses her scythe's recoil as a type of propulsion. That weapon is a menace. When I scramble upright Roman has boarded a bullhead. "What the hell?" I growl.
"End of the line girls!" He hurls a red dust crystal that lands between us, and raises his cane. I reach out to the explosion as the crystal begins to explode between us, when we're suddenly thrown to the other side of the roof by a huntress. It is the unmistakable Glynda Goodwitch, with her riding crop at the ready. It acts like a magic wand for a magician, though I doubt she needs it.
"Get back children." Ruby and I slide behind cover as Roman shoots a few more blasts, then cycles out with someone else. I can't see her face from here. With a few motions pillars of fire erupt underneath Glynda. She manages to avoid them, and Ruby even takes a few shots at the woman. I throw a few ice spikes at her. They melt in a blaze, while she uses a free hand to block Ruby's rifle rounds. Next a giant ball of fire slams into my cover, knocking me off the building. By the time I got back up the ship had flown off, and Glynda is glaring daggers at us. Well, I haven't even made it to Beacon yet and the year's off to an exciting start.
"A huntress! Can I have your autograph?"
"Do you have any idea of how much trouble you two could have caused?"
I look to red, who just kind of presses her index fingers together, looking around the room. Glynda's icy stare falls on me, and I'm eager to stare at the corner, which just seems far safer. "I hope you realize your actions will not be taken lightly. Both of you put yourselves and others at risk."
"They started it!" Red yells.
"If it were up to me, you would both be sent home with a pat on the back." I found myself smiling at the compliment. "And a slap on the wrist." Her riding crop lands right between both of us on the table, causing me to flinch and my partner in crime to squeak. "But, there is someone here who wants to talk to you two." Glynda retreats through the door.
"So, Red. You uh, think we're in trouble?" I shift to her, and she just shrugs. "So uh, what's your actual name?"
"Anima Null, of the Null clan. Curious to see one of you in Vale. And miss Ruby Rose. You have...silver eyes." A man dressed in black with a greenish vest, and much brighter green shirt walks in with two plates. One contains various strips of meat. Jerky. The other, a tall glass of milk surrounded by cookies. Those poor cookies never stood a chance. Ruby dove right into eating them. I at least ate the jerky before me slowly.
After a moment he draws his scroll, and shows off a video of the fight. "So, I know where you learned to use dust," He looks right at me, with a somewhat knowing smile on his face. I feel myself blush under his gaze. "But where did you learn to wield such a deadly weapon Ms. Rose?"
"S-Signal Academy."
"You're telling me that a pre hunter school teaches people to wield highly lethal scythes?" I blurt out, staring at the young girl. She gives a sheepish grin.
"I've only seen one other scythe-wielder of that skill before. A dusty old crow." He smiles.
"That's my uncle!" She stops to swallow all those cookies, and seeing the conversation's not focusing on me, I start eating again. "Sorry, that's my uncle Qrow! He's a teacher at Signal Academy. I was complete garbage before he took me in, but now I'm all Hooowaaah! Witchaaaa!"
"Nerd."
"Hey!"
"Well, it was impressive. Both of you." He shifts himself. "Might I ask what brought an adorable girl like yourself to a school designed to train warriors?"
"Well, I want to be a huntress." His gaze then shifts towards me.
"And may I know why you're here?"
"Ah, well...I'm attending Beacon soon." He sits back, complacent enough in that answer. Not like it was a lie, but he's perceptive enough to know I'm holding back.
"You're attending Beacon?! That's so cool! When I finish my two years at Signal I'm going to apply too! You see, my sister's starting there this year, and she's trying to become a Huntress, and I'm trying to become a Huntress 'cause I wanna help people. My parents always taught us to help others, so I thought, Hey, I might as well make a career out of it! I mean the police are alright, but Huntsmen and Huntresses are just so much more romantic and exciting and cool and really, gosh, you know!" I slide my chair away from her as she smiles like some crazy person.
"Do you know who I am?"
"You're Professor Ozpin. Headmaster of Beacon academy."
"Hello."
"Nice to meet you."
"Do you want to come to my school?"
"More than anything." Goodwitch and Ozpin glance at each other for a bit, before she makes a rather disapproving sound and walks out.
"Well, ok."