RWBY: Blackened Feathers

Chapter 3: Dust Heist

I jolted up in a freezing cold sweat.

I was breathing heavily and looking around.

I looked down at the bed I was sleeping in and saw something.

Laying beside me was a black feather.

Ever since she died, my semblance left these as a trail.

It worked almost like the semblance of my sister, Ruby, works.

I cannot explain how this happend, but it does.

There is no reason behind it that I know of.

The only thing I remember, was that the emblem that Zofia made for herself, was a violet raven.

I grabbed the feather and held it to my chest.

I layed back down in prayer that another dream didnt strike me.

I got lucky.

*The Next Morning*

Riley had taken us out to Vale to go to the Dust Bank.

The Dust Bank was a new dust shop that opened up recently.

It was a massive store that was built like a bank and was the size of a supermarket.

It had almost every type and combination of dust imaginable.

Well, the ones that are legal, anyway.

I walked down the aisle that had rows of red dust that got slightly brighter the farther you went down.

It had every precentage of every combination imaginable.

My preference was twenty percent scorch dust and eight percent fire dust, all in its pure crystal form.

I picked up about four canisters of it and loaded it up into my backpack.

No, I was not stealing.

Then Riley walked up carrying two canisters of impure Ice Dust.

Me: You got yours unpurified? You know if you so much as even sneeze on the stuff it will explode, right.

Riley: I know. I prefer it because of how volatile it is. Pure Ice Dust is kind of weak, so I get mine in the powder form.

Me: But cant you only weaponize Crystal Dust?

Riley: Who gave you that idea?

I shrugged.

Then Izaiah came up with a large cylinder of some kind of Grey Dust.

His was in Powder form.

Riley: What kind is that?

Izaiah: Black Ice Dust.

Riley: That stuffs a pain.

Izaiah: Not if you know how to use it.

Then we heard a scream from withen the store.

We looked at eachother and we went around to the front door.

A women ran inside with terror on her face.

Then we saw about twenty men walk in with black suits and hats with red ties to go along with them.

Some were carrying red bladed machetes while others had pistols

A select few had full assault rifles.

They started covering the area while some guarded the door.

Then one of them stood out from the crowd.

A man in a white suit with a bowler hat.

He carried a cane that made him look like an over glorified mafia pimp.