Ruby smiles, her head bobbing up and down to the sound of the music that's leaking out of her crimson headphones. The miniature Huntress in training smiles as she waits for the next Bullhead to Beacon to arrive. Next to her, the emaciated guy that's wrapped in his black cloak and dark hood is impatiently tapping the wooden shaft of his scythe against the hard concrete ground.

Ruby's grin widens considerably when she notices the mysterious Huntsman's weapon of choice. The little reaper lowers her headphones as she addresses the eerily silent man with a happy expression and a pair of beaming silver eyes.

"Nice weapon you've got right there, friend. Well, not as cool as my sweetheart of course, but it is always nice to meet another scythe-buddy!"

The quiet cloaked man ignores her, the shaft of his old, seemingly crumbling weapon still pounding against the grey concrete. But Ruby Rose has spent time with much ruder and inapproachable people like her white-haired partner Weiss, and she had also survived the terrifying horrors of Yang's puns, and so the young weapon enthusiast won't be deterred by something as simple as a veteran Huntsman ignoring her.

"Have you ever thought of customizing your bladed partner? Maybe add a gun for long ranged combat or coat the curved edge of the blade with fire dust so you can light it on fire? Wouldn't that be awesome! I tried borrowing my sister's fire dust once, but Yang told me that only one child in the family was allowed to be smoking hot and literally blazing. I don't get it, Sir. I mean I also get hot during the summer, it's not like I can help it you know!"

The wooden shaft keeps rattling against the floor of the Bullhead bay, but the opening of the pitch dark hood slowly turns as if to examine the little crimson reaper.

"And I am babbling.. I am sorry, Sir, sometimes it happens when I get nervous. Well, it always happens when I get nervous. Yang thinks that it's an innate defense mechanism that dissuades people from experiencing my adorableness and melting from the inside out. I don't know what that means, my sister just squeals and hugs me whenever I scowl at her and ask for an explanation…"

The hooded Huntsman refrains from commenting on that last part, or at any part of the hyperventilating girl's monologue at all for that matter. He simply slams the shaft of his old scythe one last time and then proceeds to stand up when the two of them suddenly spot the giant Bullhead that's gradually approaching them. The flying carcass of the metal beast finally stops over a platform and little Ruby Rose is about to board the flying vehicle when she abruptly notices that she has forgotten to buy her sister's precious hair products. Cookie-poachers!

"Oh, er.. I'm sorry. I forgot to buy something for my sis. Have a pleasant journey fellow scythe-buddy!"

Ruby happily salutes as the enormous Bullhead slowly rises once more and flies away and towards Beacon Academy.

Death observes the little red reaper for a moment or two before he finally picks a seat near the center of the vehicle and sits down next to a stern-looking blonde lady. Attaching a gun to his scythe, huh? Now that was an interesting idea, that way Death wouldn't just be swift, but also varied and accurate. The eerie manifestation of unlife leisurely raises the shaft of his weapon like a rusty guillotine that's about to severe some poor man's head and when the specter brings the shaft down and slams it against the lowly vibrating floor, the pilot of the giant Bullhead starts panting and choking with his hands tightly wrapped around his own throat. Death proceeds to lazily scratch his right cheekbone as the metal beast starts falling from the sky and the Beacon students begin screaming in sheer terror.

Now what gun should he attach to the shaft of his ancient artifact, a machinegun or a sniper rifle perhaps? Ah! Maybe a shotgun..

Sigh. He will have to ask his fellow scythe-buddy later after Miss Goodwitch's funeral.

The ancient shaft comes down one last time before the Bullhead explodes.