Through We Endure. (RWBY x OC)

What Saves... The inquisitor.

The child of destiny. A spectre in the lives of the many. Never truly catching the eye but the ember of hope burning bright within the boy. Where could the flames of passion come from, from the fires of the soul? And who could know the path, where it starts, where it leads? But a tale must begin, in the dark night sky... Where the moon shines as a silver shadow, and the city of Vale lies beneath it, sleeping, with its heart beating...

The city of Vale, a vibrant city of old, Filled with life and light, The shuttered windows of the homes and shopfronts casted warm lights on the streets below, Stands tall in the night sky, with its tall, Victorian-style homes and shops, the warm glow of the people's homes shining bright like a beacon in the darkness. The men in black suits approach with purpose with their leader, a well-dressed man with a black and gold rimmed bowler hat, holding a cigar lit upon his lips, his orange hair swept away with a wave of flames. The shadows shift as the smoke drifts through the alleyway, creating an ominous atmosphere. With passerby's backing away in weariness.

They made their way with ease with no resistance to a humble shop tucked away between the tall buildings that stood as imposing figures in the night sky. With a gold plated shopname. Garnering the attention of all weapon's and dust enthusiasts... 

"From Dust Till Dawn"
An ironic name, All things considered. a humerous one too.
The bell to the shop rings through the winding isles of the shop. With the four henchman to the dubious And notorious robber. Roman torchwick (Wow, Who wouldve guessed?)

He stood calmly. with a bleak and calculating yet swashbuckling expression on his face. Leaning against the display case housing all varieties of dust. 

Roman: "Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a Dust shop open this late?"

In the back of the very shop. An intrigueing Duo sat in quietness. The one, We all know,

Ruby Rose, She stood stood, with black and red headphones sat atop her kept black hair,
With music blasting in her ears. The sound quality serving well as its noise isolation proving wonders to her attention of the things around her.

Her appearance was a black dress consisting of a long-sleeved blouse with a high collar and red trim on the sleeves, over which is a black waist cincher with red lacing up the front, and a matching skirt with red lining and a red petticoat. She also wears a pair of thick black tights that fade to red near the bottom, and black combat boots with red laces, red trims around the top, and red soles.

Her outfit is topped by a red hooded cloak fastened to her shoulders by cross-shaped pins. Her appears as a large silver buckle on her wide black belt, which is slung around her hips on an angle. Attached to her belt are a pocket and a row of bullets. However a silvery, Black and red necklace in the shape of a sword broken in half sat around her neck. Its glimmer long since dulled. In her hands she read with unmatched interest the Advertisements retaining gun parts.
Weapon modifications etc. Each time something caught her eye, She would with little to no hesitation begin to show the page that caught her interest to the towering figure next to her with eagerness.

However the stranger next to her was an eye catching sight indeed. He was eye catching in that fact he blended in to the dark parts of the store rather well. He was quite tall. Though not as tall as to dwarf Ruby completely. He wore a heavy suit of clambering armor. The armor grayed and scratched in some places. The plates of knight like armor were bound over his chest by bands of dark gray leather over links of chainmail. A large coil of black crooked feathers wrapped loosely around his neck with a red ornament scarf. His face was obstructed by an all enclosing helm, 
That of which was eared and had a faceplate of narrow slits to peer through. His waist Had been armored by a belted base. that of which terminated into a long. knee high sort of tattered black kilt, Beneath of which was plated greaves attached firmly to the man's legs. with each step his armor did shift but didnt cause too much noise

Sheathed over his back- Much like everyone elses weapons, attached to his back via magnetic clamps, rested idley. A jet-black Greatsword, with a silvery engraved hilt. the blade snapped in half at the far end of the blade. 

Shopbro: "Please! Just take my Lien and leave!"


???: "Hmm?..."

The tall armor clad turned his head... his brows furrowing beneath his helm...

(I'll prob rewrite this chapter, Wrote this before i took Adv.English. So you will notice some variations in how i write from time to time.)