RWBY x Male Faunus Reader x Calico Faunus OC

Ruby Rose

Narrator: "Legends. Stories scattered through time. Mankind has grown quite fond of recounting the exploits of heroes and villains, forgetting so easily that we are remnants, byproducts, of a forgotten past. Man, born from dust, was strong, wise, and resourceful, but he was born into an unforgiving world. An inevitable darkness — creatures of destruction — the creatures of Grimm - set their sights on man and all of his creations. These forces clashed, and it seemed the darkness was intent on returning man's brief existence to the void. However, even the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change, and in time, man's passion, resourcefulness, and ingenuity led them to the tools that would help even the odds. This power was appropriately named "Dust". Nature's wrath in hand, man lit their way through the darkness, and in the shadow's absence came strength, civilization, and most importantly, life. But even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die. And when they are gone... darkness will return. So you may prepare your guardians, build your monuments to a so-called "free world", but take heed... there will be no victory in strength. But perhaps victory is in the simpler things that you've long forgotten. Things that require a smaller, more honest soul."

(Y/N)'s POV:

It was a normal night in the city of Vale. I was just out minding my own business with a good friend of mine who happens to be a faunus.

(Y/N): "It has to be one of these."

Callie: "What exactly are you looking for?"

(Y/N): I'm trying to find a good book on weapon designs, I just don't know which one...

(Roman POV:) 

Me and my men have decided to rob this one dust shop. Doesn't seem like there's many people, So this should be easy.

Roman: (flicking his cigar) Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a Dust shop open this late?

One of my henchman points his gun at the shopkeeper.

Shopkeeper: (Puts his hands up) "P-Please! Just take my lien and leave!"

Roman: "Shhh, shhh, shhh, shhh, calm down, we're not here for your money. (to the henchmen) Grab the Dust."

One of my henchman opens a case and removes one of several cylinders, which the group uses to take Dust from the tube containers on the walls.

Henchman 1: (placing another open case on the display to the shopkeeper) Crystals. Burn. Uncut.

(??? POV:)

The shopkeeper proceeds to fill the case. As another henchman goes for another tube, he hears the muted  This Will Be the Day song from my direction, and unsheathes his sword.

Henchman 2: (pointing his sword at her back) "Alright kid, put your hands where I can see 'em. (no response) Hey, I said hands in the air! You got a death wish or something!?"

He goes over to me and turns me around, the hood dropping to reveal me wearing headphones. He motions for me to lower them.

???: (doing so) "Yes?"

Henchman 2: "I said, put your hands in the air, now!"

???: "Are you... robbing me?"

Henchman 2: "Yes!"

???: "Ooohhh..."

(Roman POV)

I am waiting for my men to finish the heist when a "Hey!" and "Hyah!" are heard, and then one of my henchman flies past me. I calmly motion for another to handle the other two.