I strolled into my favorite Dust and Ammo Shop "From Dust Till Dawn."  Surprisingly this is the only store in Vale that carries .45-70, the only store.  It honestly makes no sense at all, you'd think some other store would sell it.  Oh well, I walked up to the kindly old man, towering over him with my impressive bulk.  In the back corner, flipping through magazines with earbuds in is a black-haired wolf Faunus.  

She's dressed in a short black and red goth-like dress with a long red-hooded cloak.  Plain black stockings covered her impressively powerful legs, ending in black and red boots. Her hair is short, ending with red highlights on her tips.  This girl sure seems to enjoy that color combination, as do I.  On top of her head rests two long pointed wolf ears, behind her back, poking out under her skirt, and cloak is a long fluffy black wolf tail that swished every so often.  She's also rather short, only five foot four inches, with pale blemishless skin.  All in all, the girl looked undeniably adorable, unfortunately, we Armstrong boys tend to scare girls like her.  I sighed sadly, my glorious (H/c) handlebar mustache drooped slightly, I felt the overwhelming urge to talk to the intriguing maiden, but I also don't want to scare her... instead I turned to the Shopkeep who was giving me a knowing grin, causing me to roll my eyes.

Y/n: Slow day?

Shopkeep: Bah, Hunters these days and their new-fangled "Electric-Powered Guns," puah!  I swear one o' these days them blasted things'll make us soft y'hear!?

Y/n: Well, I'll always shop with you, you're the only man who sells the ammo I need.

The old shopkeep scratched his head smiling wistfully.

Shopkeep: Y'know, I always see you in 'ere, but I've never seen your ole lever...

I chuckled warmly and reached into my side holster and pulled out my BFR and showed it to him.  The man's eyes widened in horror and his jaw dropped to his counter.

Shopkeep: Y-you fire these things outta a revolver!?  Just what are you made of!?

I brought my right arm up and flexed it proudly, my bicep is easily bigger than his whole head.

Y/n: Armstrongs are built sturdier than most folk!

Nodding worrisomely, the old shopkeep reached under his counter and set two boxes of .45-70 on the counter, before sliding them towards me.

In my peripheral, I could see the wolf-girl had taken out one of her earbuds and had turned her long canine ear towards us.  I smiled warmly, it appears the shy Wolfen maiden is also curious about my revolver "Rampage."

Shopkeep: Just your usual order? One Hundred Regular, Forty Fire, Forty Lightning, and Forty Explosive?

Y/n: Add one hundred rounds of Splinter as well, they should be useful.

Shopkeep: Where you headed?  Big strong boy like you likely doesn't need this much ammo, after all, you Armstrong boys are all Brawler's ain'tcha?

Y/n: I'm headed to Beacon Academy, I'm just trying to get everything in order.

The Shopkeep grabbed the several boxes he needed from under his counter.

Shopkeep: Ah, gonna be a Hunter eh?  Explains why you're buyin so much Ammo.  Need any Dust?

Y/n: Yes actually, that was my next request, Twenty Tubes of Earth,  and Ten Tubes of Fire, please.

Nodding his head, the Shopkeep went about collecting my requested Dust.  In my peripheral I could see the wolf-girls full attention was on me now, her large, gorgeous silver eyes looking at me with awe and amazement.  She looked like she wanted to talk to me, but was holding herself back.  So I turned, smiled at the young lass, and waved politely, trying to seem the least bit threatening that I, as an Armstrong, could achieve.  She tried to hide her face in the hood of her cloak but waved back shyly nonetheless.

Wolf-Girl: I like your Revolver... what's its name?

Y/n: This old girl? Her name is Rampage, named so as her previous wielder was a true nightmare on the battlefield.

Before I could react, the Wolf-Girl was at my side, staring mesmerized at my firearm, behind her is a trail of dancing rose pedals.  Her Semblance perhaps?

Wolf-Girl: What's its model?  I've never seen one like it, and I've seen a lot of weapons...

Y/n: It is a BFR or Big Frame Revolver.  Also called a Big Fing Revolver.

The Wolf-girl laughed at my little joke.

Before long her arm shot out stiffly, hanging firmly in the air.

Wolf-Girl: I... I'm Ruby... Ruby Rose...

She looked up at me shyly, batting her large silver eyes.

I gripped her small petite hand in my humungous Armstrong Hand and shook it gently, being careful not to hurt her.

Y/n: Y/n Armstrong, it's a pleasure to meet you.

I suddenly heard the front door open, not thinking much of it until I heard a cocky man speak.

Bowler Hat Guy: You'd be surprised how difficult it is to find a Dust Shop open this late.

The man was dressed in a dapper black hat, stylish white long-coat, and simple but fashionable shoes.  On his arm rested a simple cane and on his lip a fat pimp cigar.  His impressive six-foot height and lean frame looked pitiful compared to my massive Seven-foot eight inches, and impressive muscles.

He gestured to the many goonish-looking fellows around him, and they quickly went about with bags, stealing the dust.  

BHG: Well Well Well, what have we here...

Ruby: He said Well three times, that obviously means he's evil...

Y/n: I agree, we cannot allow him to steal this Dust.

BHG: Now come on big guy, little red riding hood, we don't need to fight, just hand over your valuables, and I'll let you walk... Sound fair?

Ruby gave me a mischievous smirk and reached behind her grabbing a black and red box thing, that quickly unfolded into a scythe.  Knowing her intention, I quickly grabbed Rampage and rapidly, so fast that it caused visible steam to rise from my hand and forearm, loaded the cylinder with six rounds before leveling it at one of the goons.

Y/n: You go left, I'll go right?

Ruby: Sounds fun...

BHG: I have a bad feeling about this...

 A few seconds later BHG is stumbling out of the store screaming like a schoolgirl, and Ruby had crashed through the front window, landing on one of the goon's limp bodies.  I, being raised as an Armstrong should be, politely informed the Shopkeep that I'd be going after the robber and that I'd be back for my things later.  I carefully ducked under the door frame and squeezed through the narrow doorframe.  Outside twirling her impressive scythe gracefully, stood Ruby Rose, facing off against BHG.  I holstered Rampage and pulled my spiked metal Grappling Gloves (MMA Gloves) and gracefully slid them on.  Pulling a handful of Earth Dust from a side pouch on my belt, I carefully rubbed it into my family crest on the back of my Gloves, causing it to glow a soft beige color.

I then ran to Ruby's side, dropping into my typical Boxing Pose.

BHG: Dammnit, don't you kids ever give up!?

Ruby: SWEAR JAR!

Ruby threw a large empty glass jar at BHG, which he easily sidestepped.

... Where'd she even get that... oh well.

BHG: Seriously...

BHG leveled his cane at us, the end popping off to reveal a shittily placed gunner sight.

BHG: Give up... or you could get hurt.

I leveled him with a fearsome glare, hardening both my resolve and my mighty Armstrong Muscles.

Y/n: An Armstrong Never Surrenders!

Ruby: Yeah!

BHG simply rolled his eyes and fired his Cane-Gun.  I quickly stepped in front of Ruby, seeing her panic and tense up, I quickly punched the asphalt, infusing it with Earth Dust, and then performed a lightning-quick uppercut, causing a wall of Earth to sprout up in front of us, blocking the shot.

Ruby: Woah! That was so cool!

My chest swelled with pride at the praise.

Y/n: It is a technique that had been passed down the Armstrong line for generations!

Ruby suddenly gasped.

Ruby: Sneezes and Snakes! That Bowler Hat Guy is getting away!

She gestured towards the Dapper Gentleman climbing an oddly placed ladder.

Y/n: No need to worry my new friend...

Ruby: F... Friend?

I quickly, but gently, picked Ruby up Bridal-Style, and began running towards the wall.  She protested at first, blushingly saying that she can "Walk and climb on her own," but quickly hushed up when I effortlessly jumped to the top of the building with a single leap.  Her large silver eyes bugged out as she tried to process my Armstrong Physicality.

Ruby: Big Muscles go brrr... how was that even possible?!

Y/n: No time...

I gently set her down, she stumbled slightly but quickly caught her balance.  Ahead of us, BHG is seen running towards a Vertibird.  He looks distressed when he sees me, quickly throwing a Fire Dust Crystal on the ground as we gained on his heel.  He quickly jumped on the Vertibirds platform, leaving us in the dust... hee hee, that's funny right there.  He quickly leveled his Cane-Gun at us again, I can't use the roof of this building to build a shield so I have no choice but to use the... other technique.

I pushed Ruby behind me right as he fired and started pooling Aura into my pectorals, preparing to use the oldest Armstrong Technique.

Y/n: PECTORAL... SHIELD!

I rapidly flexed my pecs, causing a shockwave to rip through the air staggering the Vertibird and causing BHG to miss the Dust Crystal he was aiming for.  Instead, he hit me, but the bullet bounced off harmlessly, bouncing pathetically on the roof before coming to a stop.  BHG looked at me in horror, Ruby seeing her chance switched her Scythe into a Sniper Rifle and aimed it over my shoulder.

Ruby: BRACE!

I flexed my bicep, giving her a better foundation to shoot from, when she pulled the trigger, I felt the shockwave from the .50 cal round ripping through the barrel and heard it "bang" loudly off the Vertibird's hull.  The giant flying machine began to make warbling noises, shaking through the air as the pilot made a desperate escape.  Before long, it was out of our sight.

Ruby: Yay we won!

Ruby jumped around giddily, twirling and screaming exclamations of joy, meanwhile, I simply chuckled at her adorable antics.  However, our fun was cut short by an angry, if curt, cough.  Turning, I saw the most terrifying thing I've ever seen... and as an Armstrong that's saying something...

But unfortunately... we've run outta time, see you next time for Dragon Ball Su- oops wrong anime...

For Reference:

Your overall Body-Type (And Mustache) *And Yes, you do Sparkle Manly... ly* {And yes, of course, you have a full head of hair, you're not bald like your dad... well... mostly bald}

Your Gauntlets:

Your Gun:

Yes, this is a real thing, I have one, and I love it.  My Wrists don't, but I do... Everyone gets Carpal Tunnel Eventually.