So, I'm writing this with Coeur's permission. The idea is all him, while the story itself is all mine. Got it? Good. Everything else of importance has been explained in the description.

She had her red cloak pulled up and headphones on, playing Red Like Roses Part Two far too loudly and trying to drown the loud talking of everyone else. And failing. She sighed and looked around the crowd, seeing if there was a spot to sit that wasn't filled to the brim with loud people, and only finding one. A corner that some lanky looking blonde was sitting in, looking slightly green, and pressing a fist to his mouth. She decided that she would rather not and turned up the volume of her music, still trying to drown the rest of the people out.

She sighed and pulled her cloak around herself tighter and closed her bright silver eye, hoping to get some sleep.

"Is that my baby sister trying to hide in her cloak?" Called a cheery voice that slowly peeled her headphones away. She gave a small smile and chuckled, opening her eye.
"And how're you, Yang?" She said, looking up at her sister who tapped her chin with her left prosthetic.
"Hmm... I was doing pretty good, but when I heard that my baby sis is going to Beacon with me, I was even better!" She said with a giant smile, picking the small girl up with ease while she frowned and kicked lightly against her sister.
"Yang!" She yelled out, not liking being held up in the air.
"Aww, fine. I just love you so much!" The older blonde said as she put the surprisingly small girl down with. She huffed and blew a lock of her black and red hair from her face. "Aw, what's wrong sis? Someone give you crap about being so young? Say the word and I'll kick their ass!" She slammed her two prosthetics together with a loud clank. The smaller girl chuckled and fist-bumped the taller girl as a hologram of Glynda Goodwitch appeared around the ship, spouting a few random facts that no one listened to other than the fact that they were approaching Beacon and would be there soon.
"'Scuse me, coming through!" Someone shouted before dashing past them to the trashcan and hunching over it, heaving his breakfast into the container.
"Nasty,"said Yang, looking at the guy who was vomiting with a wrinkled nose while Ruby shrugged.

A few minutes before landing they all heard a retching noise behind them and turned to see that the blonde who had been huddled in the corner was now puking his guts out into a trashcan. Several people stepped away and wrinkled their noses while the rest tried their best to ignore him. Once they landed he stumbled past everyone and leaned against the wall but Ruby was too distracted by everyone's weapons.

"So... many..." She said, surprised at the varieties of unique weapon. From collapsible staves to flaming swords, it was there. And she wanted to look at them all, but a few more than others.

She moved to follow someone with an especially interesting weapon- what looked to be a multi-function sword, spear, and lever action rifle combo- when she heard her sister speak.

"So Rubes, my friends are here and I gotta go love you bye!" She shouted, moving off with a large group. The small girl scoffed and uttered something about how you should show your younger sister around campus before suddenly becoming enveloped in a group of taller people, not that that's saying much. When they had moved past her she was spinning around and stumbling before falling onto her back, colliding with a stack of white cases.

"You idiot! Don't you know what you could've done!?" Yelled a white haired girl with a small scar running down her face. "You could've blown us off the cliff!"
"Sorry 'bout that. Don't exactly have the best balance when I'm spun around due to the missing eye." The one-eyed girl growled, trying to keep her temper in check as the girl in white bent over and picked up a bottle of red Dust.
"Do you know what this is? It's Dust! Fire, water, energy!" She spouted off several other types while shaking the vial in the shorter girl's face. It aggravated her nose and she began to sneeze, when a hand clamped itself over her face. She stiffened and reached for Crimson Rose when she realized that it was a familiar feeling prosthetic. But an unfamiliar left-hand reached up and stopped the girl from shaking the crystal vial.
"I do believe that you're going to blow the three of us off of this cliff if you continue to do that." Said a masculine voice. She moved to knock the man off of his feet but he stepped back and removed the hand from her mouth. "I would kindly ask you to stop waving an obviously damaged Dust container around, Ms. Schnee."
"Finally. Some recognition." The girl blew a lock of hair from her face and began to pack up her luggage and Ruby looked to the man with a prosthetic hand. He had ashen gray hair with tufts of bright blonde peeking out that was similar in color to her sister's and sapphire eyes, but one looked a little different than the other, more mechanical, and his face was smeared with black ash.
"Sorry about that," he said as the Schnee moved away. "I'd just rather not get blown off Beacon the moment I step foot. I'm Jaune Arc, what's your name?" He held out his natural left hand. She grasped it and shook, nodding slightly.
"Ruby Rose. Nice to meet you." He nodded back and began walking slowly to the main hall. She followed him.

"So, what weapon do you use?" He asked after a moment of tense silence. She looked at him for a moment and brought out her sniper rifle, Crimson Rose and extending the barrel to its full thirty-two inches.
"I call her Crimson Rose. She's an assault sniper rifle with the ability to fire multiple calibers and Dust types and an adjustable barrel length for extended shots." She said simply.
"Hmm, cool. Got another transformation to it?" He asked, looking the long weapon over. This seemed to anger her as she growled and put it away, slinging it over her shoulder.
"No. Qrow, one of the teachers at Signal, suggested I added a scythe mode to it but no. I'd rather not." She looked away as she spoke. Noticing her anger he quickly took over the conversation.
"I've got Crocea Mors. It's an... old family heirloom that was passed down to me." He drew the blade and looked at it fondly, she inspected it and saw that the edges and bits of the center was burnt purple. He pulled up the sheath and it expanded into a shield that was cracked and lightly dented with some more scorching here and there. "My great-great-grandfather used it in the Great War and it has served the Arc family quite well since." He replaced the sword and collapsed the sheath and she noted the barely audible click his sword made as it was sheathed.

They walked in silence for the rest of the way, discreetly observing the other's appearance.

He wore a silver and gold breast plate that ended at his midriff, a slightly scorched pauldron on his left shoulder of the same silver and gold metal and two bracers on each arm, the left also slightly scorched, and each one having accents of variously colored Dust along the inside, barely visible as he walked. Under that he wore a tight, faded navy blue hoodie that was frayed and burnt at the edges with finger sized scorch holes in it, revealing glimpses of a dirty white under-shirt. His heavily worn, but well cared for, pants that were tucked into worn brown combat boots were a shade of light blue. All of it covered or smeared in some amount of ash. To top it all off at first glance his hair was an ashen gray that fell down to his shoulders and his eyes were an extremely bright blue, although one seemed different. She then noticed a thin line of contracted scar-tissue leading from just below his jaw down into his hoodie mostly obscured by the ashen grey and black scruff growing on his face.

"What's with the ash? Fashion statement?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at his choice of 'war-paint', as some of the students called it.
"Training. Lost track of time and didn't have time for a shower." He said, motioning to the ash covering him. She nodded in realization.

She wore a bright red hood fastened around her neck with a metal pin of a rose that ended in tatters at her ankles. Pounding on the cement was a set of black combat boots that reached up to just below her knees with far too many belts to be practical, and leading out of those was a pair of black jeans that had several holes near the knees. Her left leg had a rose stem wrapped several times around her, the blossom blooming on the top of her thigh. Over what appeared to be a cream colored tunic that opened to reveal a small amount of cleavage and fell to mid-thigh was a black trimmed with red corset bound with several buckles. Her hair was a deep black that faded to red and came over a black eye-patch encompassing most of the right side of her face that had a blood-red, thorny rose over the obviously empty socket. Her bangs fell down to just below her forehead and the rest of her hair was shoulder length and pulled back into a short pony-tail.

At last they reached the large double wooden doors to the main hall.

Damn, eighteen minutes behind schedule. I meant to post this at exactly midnight and I was just sooooo close. Last minutes revisions and all that. Hope you guy's enjoyed!