Time is not really on my side anymore, but I'm on an inspiration high, so I'm writing till my fingers fall off! First I updated HunterXRWBY, now this, Next is Remnant of RWBY, and then there will be one more Darkness Within Canon Chapter. So tune in children, Daddy's gonna take you for a ride!

Luxus: Prologue

And now we call to the lonesome gunman, the lone gambler who will tempt fate. The catalyst that brings our heroes together, and the firm hand that holds them together as he keeps his finger on the trigger. The man who face love and loss, hope and tragedy, the most to lose and the most to gain.

After the encounter with that weird kid, Luxus needed to take his mind off the induction ceremony tomorrow at Beacon Academy. And so he wandered into the small gambling den within a bar in the Industrial District in Vale. The men gathered here to waste their paychecks gambling and blowing off steam from work; around the table were a myriad of negative emotions. Avarice, Lust, Hate, Fear; and Luxus fed off it. His semblance, Vector allowed him to redirect the flow of things around him whether it be physical objects, emotions, or energy itself. His family was in the gambling business and he believed that the only good way to understand your opponent was to read them. His family excelled at reading faces and it was due to his father's rigorous training that he was capable of reading the atmosphere of emotions and telling people's moods based off of micro-expressions. The current mood in the room told him that the tensions running high would make for easy winnings. He was trying very hard not to bounce around like a school boy and throw off the ladies.

At the next hand Luxus saw his opening and sat down, "Deal me in."

"Aren't you a little young to play Blackjack?" The dealer asked.

Luxus flashed his family crested pocket watch, "Deal. Me. In." He said asserting himself.

The man shut up and looked at the ground, tossing the cards out to each player. Luxus eyed him carefully as he had been for the past thirty minutes and knew each card as they were tossed out; counting cards was something his grandfather had taught him to do rather well. Luxus checked his cards, a nine and a two, and smiled with the total of eleven. The table was a round of "Hit me" until it came to Luxus.

"Hit me." He watched as the card seemed to fly in slow motion for a while, he was dealt a ten as he expected and sat back quietly grinning. They showed their cards and Luxus wasn't impressed. One man had 24, another had 18, one man had 22, and the last had 19. "Well it looks like I win," Luxus said with a smile as he began to pool his chips, "I think I'll go play somewhere else." He said eyeing roulette, which was a much more challenging, as it was more about luck than skill.

"Not so fast," The man with the 19 said rising, who he found out recently was named Jacob. "This table plays until you cash out." He was a bit of a fat man with a handlebar moustache and a black suit. His comb-over didn't help the tacky red polka dot tie he wore.

"Yes, ok, but I'd rather save you the embarrassment of going home in only your boxers with nothing in those big pockets of yours." He said illustrating his point very thoroughly. "The sign of a good gambler is to know when to quit, and in this case I'd advise you too. If you keep me here you will only lose more, because I don't like losing."

"You don't scare me, Würfel, you can't be that good." Said the man with 22 said, named Flint. He was dressed like a cowboy and Luxus could only snicker.

He shrugged, "If you insist." He said as he sat at the table once more and nodded at the dealer who shuddered in anxiety.

Fifteen minutes and many winning hands later the men were left with only the clothes on their backs and the slacked jaws on their faces. "I warned you not to do it." He said nonchalant.

Jacob stood, drawing his revolver in a flash and aimed at Luxus. There was a brief flash of white and he pulled the trigger; a click. He tried again and was met with another click to his disappointment. Luxus shook his head and opened his balled fist; six bullets fell to the table. "Come now, at least try to be civilized." Jacob dove at the table to grab his bullets and Luxus simply flicked his wrist. He drew on the power of his aura focusing his semblance, Vector, to manipulate the bullets; they glowed with a pale purple aura and rose off the ground. He stood and the other men sat there petrified with fear. "Now I am going to go cash my winnings and leave. Oh, and Petey," He said to the man who had played a 24, "Here's your wedding ring back, if you truly value your wife go home and quit gambling; for good." He flicked the ring up in the air and it landed in the man's open palm.

The man nodded vigorously and Luxus turned to leave, by breaking his concentration the bullets dropping to the table. He walked toward the counter with the chips in their case and heard the man trying his best to silently load his gun; popping the top of his cards he drew out the ace of spades and readied himself. He heard the click of the hammer moving towards the firing pin as the revolver trigger was pulled. He could sense the malice and fed off it; pooling the emotion through his aura and into the card he spun and threw it. It glowed purple and sliced through the bullet and the gun, stopping gently over the man's heart. Jacob stood there affixed with fear and it was ever so delicious, "You are lucky I don't kill you right here and now." He remembered the words his grandfather had said to him, "A man never draws his gun when another man's back is turned, he faces him and they duel as men. I haven't drawn my guns," He said showing off the two semi-automatic pistols under his coat, "I could have easily gunned you down, but I honestly don't see you as a threat." He flicked his wrist and the card went spinning back to it's owner as he gripped it tightly and slipped it into his case. He then cashed in his winnings and left, leaving those idiots to think for a while.

He went to a livelier district and enjoyed the nightlife, treating women to nice drinks with his fake ID and delved into pleasant conversation with his vast wealth he had earned. When he decided it was late enough, he walked all the way to Beacon's tram station just to get a view of his future school. He arrived at the station, and saw jacob waiting by the tracks with a pack of goons in tow. Judging by their dress they belonged to Hei Xiong's nightclub and they were in for a tough fight.

"You shouldn't have come here, I will show no mercy." Luxus said, finally pissed off at the ignorant man. Seriously, he'd been beaten twice, did he have a death wish or was he just stupid?

"Gun him down!" He yelled as his men drew Tommy guns and opened with a hail of gunfire.

He threw out his cards, using his semblance again, and they circled him in a shield as the bullets rained down where he stood. The cards were special made from a Kevlar like cloth that was razor edged; using Vector he could rotate them around him in a circle to form a sort of bubble shield.. They spun around him madly as he slowly loaded his pistols, being mindful of the blades that ran from the trigger to the base of the barrel. "Lilith and Esmeralda, sorry girls, but I have more work for you." He slammed the clips in and picked his targets. His fingers squeezed the triggers in a blur, fired rapidly, the bullets passing through the small gaps in the cards knocking the gun out of each man's hand. He sent a few of his cards out to slice up their guns and then return to the shield to protect him. The whole fight lasted thirty seconds, and when he was done they were left with nothing but slacked jaws, broken guns, and empty pockets. He collected his winnings once more and grinned. The night was still young, and the fun had only just begun.

He made his way down the platform and looked at a poster that had been placed on the wall. It was a young man with a brown eye, wearing an eyepatch and it said "Join the Black Ice Mercenaries, today." And he smirked.

"Black Ice, eh? Interesting how a famous mercenary group is doing recruiting this time of year." He said as he sifted through the files in his scroll; the young man was Deverou Tenebrous, and he would be arriving at Beacon this year.

So if you haven't noted how I allude to each chapter with the end of the next that's something I'm doing now with the reboot to help the story flow as well as add a little bit of "Well what happens next dammit!?" Writer away!