The Infinite Man (New)
The Infinite Man
“Do you want to grab a table and set up while I grab our stuff?” Sunset asked, as the door of the A & P ice cream café shut behind them.
Cinder started towards the nearest table – which happened to be one of the ones near the window – even as she said, “I question why we’re here.”
“You know exactly why we’re here; we’re going to start work on our coursework for Legends class,” Sunset replied.
“Obviously,” Cinder said. “But why are we doing that here? We could have just as easily started work in the library, or in one of the dorm rooms for that matter.”
“Neither of those places has ice cream,” Sunset said flatly, because what other explanation was needed, really? “Have you really never gone to a coffee shop or the like to do your homework?”
Cinder stared at her blankly. “No.”
“You poor, deprived girl,” Sunset murmured. She had gotten a bit out of the habit of it here at Beacon, if only because it was such a long way to go to get into Vale, but she had come to places like this all the time in Canterlot. There was one particular place that she’d really liked, an open plaza in the Haymarket with a lot of food stalls and the like surrounding it, always quite busy, but if you knew the right time to get there, you could usually grab a seat. Sunset would head over there frequently – not least because it was close to the best antique bookshop in Canterlot – and get ice cream from a stall run by a unicorn named Strawberry Swirl who wore a red and white striped apron and who always acted as though Sunset Shimmer coming round was the best thing to happen to him all day. Sunset had been so egotistical that she’d assumed her presence was the best thing to happen to him all day. It had been a nice place to work, that plaza in the Haymarket. As nice as anywhere else she had put down her books and quill in Canterlot… weather permitting, obviously.
Sadly, it was a tradition she had found harder to keep up in the Canterlot of Remnant; the looks of disdain had been too much to put up with, in the end. But Vale – that dust shop owner aside – hadn’t been so bad in this regard, so she had hopes for this place.
If her hopes were disappointed, then Jaune and Pyrrha would be hearing about it in the most strenuous terms.
Cinder looked as though she were trying to stifle a laugh. “Yes, truly the wretchedness of my existence has been thrown into stark relief by the fact that I never learnt to do my schoolwork in a café.” She stood over the table, one hand resting lightly upon it but, as yet, making no move to sit down. “You know, the library may not have ice cream, but it does have all the books we may need.”
“I have books right here,” Sunset said, tapping the pack slung over her shoulder and getting a satisfying thump out of the books contained therein, “and besides, this is just our first session to brainstorm ideas. We don’t need to worry about research just yet.”
Cinder shrugged. “Space could be an issue.”
“Space is not going to be an issue,” Sunset insisted. “Honestly, I decide to take you somewhere nice, and all you do is quibble about it.”
“Oh, so this is your treat?” Cinder asked. Her teeth flashed for a moment. “Well, in that case,” – she sat herself down at the table, leaning back in her chair – “please, don’t let me stop you spending your lien on me.”
Sunset made a sound that was half sigh, half chuckle. “I knew you’d come around. What do you want?”
Cinder didn’t even bother to look at the menus above the counter. “I’ll have two scoops of vanilla and a small Atlesiano.”
Sunset blinked. “That’s it? You know you don’t need to hold back on account of saving me money.”
“I’m not.”
“You could have fooled me,” Sunset replied. “That can’t be all you want.”
“What should I want instead?” Cinder asked. “What’s good here?”
“I don’t know; this is my first time,” Sunset admitted. “Jaune and Pyrrha went here on a date a couple of days ago; they said the pie was good. I was going to go for a sundae, though.” She grinned. “Do you want to share a sundae? It'll be better than two scoops of vanilla, I guarantee it.”
Cinder hesitated for a moment, before a slight smile teased its way to the edges of her mouth. “Alright, go ahead,” she said. “Although I warn you, I’ve always had a little bit of a problem when it comes to taking only my fair share. Somehow, a fair share always turns out to be… everything.”
Sunset chuckled. “I’m sure I’ll hold my own,” she said, pulling her satchel off her shoulder and slinging it over the arm of the other chair, leaving Cinder to watch over it as she made her way to the counter. While she and Cinder had been arguing, someone else had come in and gotten up there first, but Sunset didn’t mind the wait too much because it gave her a chance to study the menus on the wall above. Jaune and Pyrrha had said that this place was nice, and the ice cream on the other side of the glass case seemed pretty nice too, even if Sunset wasn’t entirely sure about the décor. Was there really a need for so many cows? She tried her best to ignore them all and focus upon what was available to eat. The hot drinks were pretty much as she had expected, but some of the hot chocolates seemed as nice as Jaune and Pyrrha had made them sound. She turned her attention to the sundaes, her green eyes widening as she saw that they were offering a vanilla, raspberry whirl, and strawberry sundae.
That had been her favourite order back in Canterlot, the real Canterlot. To be honest, it had been pretty much her only order, so regular that Strawberry Swirl had known to start getting it ready when he saw her coming.
It beckoned to her, like a little slice of home.
“Thank you,” the girl behind the counter – Sunset wondered if this was the same girl that she’d been told about, the girl from Jaune’s past – said to the customer in front of Sunset as he departed with his tray. To Sunset, as she shuffled forwards, she said, “Good morning, how can I help you?”
“I’ll take a vanilla, raspberry whirl, and strawberry sundae for two, with wafers and chocolate flakes,” Sunset said on instinct, only adding the ‘for two’ in a brief remembrance that this time, she had someone else with her. “And a… medium mocha and a small Atlesiano.” It was a little early in the day for a lavish hot chocolate on top of everything else, and the little touch of coffee would help to keep her wits sharp. She decided that she would respect Cinder’s drink order; they could always get refills if they were here for long enough.
“Eating in?” the girl behind the counter said.
“Yeah,” Sunset said, biting back the urge to point out that of course they were eating in; that was why Cinder was sitting down. She didn’t want this girl to spit in her coffee.
“Okay, if you wait here, I’ll get all that sorted out for you as fast as I can. In the meantime… that’s fourteen lien.”
Sunset paid, sliding across a couple of cards. “So,” she said, “you’re Jaune’s friend?”
The girl’s eyes widened. “You know Jaune? Jaune Arc?”
“I’m his team leader,” Sunset declared. “And you’re Miranda Wells?”
“Sure,” Miranda said, her tone a little wary without being unfriendly. “Jaune… told you about this place?”
“I hope it lives up to his recommendation,” Sunset said.
Miranda laughed. “I’ll try my best,” she said. “So, are you here on a date, too?”
“A d-” Sunset glanced around at Cinder. “Oh, no, we’re here for a study session.”
Miranda’s eyebrows rose. “A study session. In here?”
“You’re a student, right?”
“A Literature student, yeah.”
“You’ve never sat in a café and gotten some work done?”
“I work in a café,” Miranda replied. “I do my work in my dorm room.”
Sunset rolled her eyes. “So uncivilised.”
“Hey, if it works for you, then go for it,” Miranda said. “I didn’t mean to… I might even try it myself sometime. I should probably stop talking and get your order before you ask for your money back, shouldn’t I?” Nevertheless, she made no move to actually take their order, but rather lingered at the counter, watching Sunset before she leaned forwards, her elbows resting upon the work surface. “So, you’re Jaune’s team leader? Does that mean you’re sort of in charge of him?”
“It means exactly that I am in charge of him,” Sunset affirmed.
“Right,” Miranda said softly, nodding her head absently. “Um, please don’t tell her I said this, but… that girl, Pyrrha… she’s really into him, isn’t she?”
Sunset folded her arms. “Sure, she’s got it bad, what about it?” You don’t still think you’re in with a chance, do you? Miranda Wells was pretty enough, and in a small town, she might even be thought of as a beauty, but put next to Pyrrha Nikos, and there was no comparison at all, even if you were so shallow as to only judge by looks. More to the point, if anything – or anyone – did come between Jaune and Pyrrha, then Pyrrha would be heartbroken, and the team would be split in two. Sunset wasn’t about to let that happen.
“It’s just that… when you really care about someone, it can make you… have you heard of 'unreliable narrator'?”
“Yes.”
“It’s like that, but with people you love, don’t you think?” Miranda asked. “My point is… is Jaune any good? Pyrrha told me he was, pretty much, but she-”
“Cares about him too much, is that what you think?” Sunset asked.
Miranda shrank back a little. “Maybe,” she confessed. “I just need someone more… is he any good?”
“Even if he wasn’t, I wouldn’t tell you,” Sunset declared. “You see, Pyrrha may be his girlfriend, but I’m his team leader, and that means that when it comes to my team, I’m the most unreliable narrator there is, because I’ve got the best team in Beacon, and I’ll fight any other huntsman who says different.” She grinned. “But you don’t have to take my word for it: come the Vytal Festival, keep your eyes open for Team Sapphire, spelled S-A-P-R, and you’ll see for yourself just how good Jaune Arc is.”
“'S-A-P-R,'” Miranda repeated. She blinked. “You realise that also stands for Se-”
“Yes, I know, although I wish I didn’t,” Sunset said rapidly. She considered herself very fortunate that nobody had stooped so low as to make jokes about it.
“Right, sorry,” Miranda said. “I… I really will get your stuff together now.”
She turned away, leaving Sunset to watch over her shoulder as Miranda busied herself with the getting of drinks and the making of sundaes. A sundae, anyway. The sundae itself was a delicious-looking concoction of ice creams, whipped cream, strawberry compote, and crushed shortbread biscuit, garlanded with lashings of red sauce and sliced strawberries. It was a riot of red, white, and pale yellow against which the two brown chocolate flakes stood over very starkly, but Sunset wanted them anyway. The two cups of coffee steamed on either side of the cold glass when they were all placed upon the tray.
"Enjoy," Miranda said.
"Thanks," Sunset replied, picking up the tray with both hands and carrying it back to the table where Cinder waited. "Feast your eyes on this, Miss Two Scoops of Vanilla," she declared as she set it down upon the table.
Cinder regarded the sundae for a moment. One obsidian eyebrow rose above a fiery eye. "I had no idea that you had such a sweet tooth," she murmured.
"Where I come from, everyone has a sweet tooth," Sunset replied as she sat down. "It's culturally illegal not to."
"Really?" Cinder asked in an arch tone. "How very convenient for you."
Sunset grinned. "Just try some."
Cinder picked up one of the small spoons dug into the sloping sides of the sundae and scooped out a small amount of sauce-covered raspberry ripple ice cream onto it. She placed it into her mouth. Sunset took a slightly larger spoonful, incorporating vanilla and raspberry, and let it set her teeth to shivering as she waited for Cinder's response.
Cinder nodded, although there was no great store of enthusiasm in her voice as she said, "I see why you wanted me to try this." She paused. "You spent a little time talking to the girl up there."
"She's an old friend of Jaune."
"Jaune has friends?"
"Stop it," Sunset said, her tone acquiring a warning edge.
Cinder chuckled. "You can't take a little mild teasing?"
"You can tease me; leave them out of it," Sunset told her.
"Suit yourself," Cinder acknowledged. "All the same, what did you have to talk about with a friend of Jaune Arc?"
"She wanted an honest assessment of his skill level."
"Did you give her one?"
"Of course not, I'm his team leader," Sunset said. "But that's what we talked about. That, and she thought we were here on a date, absurdly."
Cinder's eyebrows rose. "Is there something absurd about it?"
"Oh, please," Sunset said. "I'm so out of your league, it's not even funny."
Cinder smirked. "Of course. We must all know our places and our limitations, mustn't we? What would the world come to if we all set our heights as high as ambition?" She picked up her coffee and drained half of the small cup in a single sip.
Sunset's eyes widened. "Sun and moon, Cinder, what's your tongue made of?"
"Hmm?"
"How did you drink so much of that without burning your tongue?" Sunset repeated.
"Oh, is it hot?" Cinder asked, with a shrug of her shoulders. "I can't say I really noticed."
"Okay," Sunset said, slowly and deliberately, before she took a much smaller sip of her own coffee, and only after she'd blown on it first because it was very hot. The contrast of that and the ice cream was very pronounced, going from one to the other, but in a good way, pretty much. Sunset took out her copy of Fairy Tales of Remnant from the satchel hanging off the arm of her chair, her hands glowing as she levitated book, notepad, and pen onto the table in front of her as she pushed the sundae into the middle of the table – where they could both reach it – and her coffee to one side. "You're okay with something from the book, right?"
"Fine by me," Cinder answered, as she got out her own copy of Fairy Tales. "I'm a little surprised that it's fine by you. I thought that you might want to reach for something a little more… exotic."
"Wandering into the weeds is fine if you can find your way back again," Sunset explained. "I'm not sure I'm familiar enough with any off-book stories to do them justice in a piece like this." She remembered what had happened to Jaune and Ruby in their history quarter-terms in first semester, when the advanced approach that Sunset had led them on had exposed their weakness on the course basics. She wasn't going to let that happen to her.
"As I said, it's fine by me," Cinder repeated. "Not least because the story I was hoping we could tackle is in the book."
Sunset took another mouthful of ice cream. "Go on," she prompted.
Cinder leaned forward a little. "I was thinking that we could take on The Infinite Man." She drained the rest of her coffee.
"You want another one?" Sunset asked.
"Not right now," Cinder said. "So, what do you think?"
Sunset nodded. "It is an interesting story. There are a lot of different ways to look at it, which means that there is a lot to write about it."
Cinder rested her elbows on the table top. "What do you think about it?"
Sunset thought about it and covered her thoughts by taking first a sip of her mocha and then a bite out of her chocolate flake, and while she chewed, she pondered the matter. The Infinite Man was the tale a man possessed of… of magic.
Sunset stopped mid-chew, though she swiftly resumed, lest Cinder notice anything amiss. In the books that Twilight had given her, magical abilities belonged exclusively to women – to four women at a time – but here was a tale of immense magic in the hands of a man. How had he come by it, and what made him so special? Could he be the Old Man in the tales of the prophets? The wizard who had assembled the five heroes to hunt down the Red Queens? Or was it, perhaps, just a story?
Why should I take one set of stories as real and dismiss the other as just a story?
Of course, the Infinite Man was not just a powerful wielder of magic – he was also immortal, after a fashion, hence the name – but it was a strange sort of immortality, to Sunset's mind. She was, of course, no stranger to the notion: as every little colt and filly knew, Princess Celestia had lived for over a thousand years and ruled Equestria for nearly as long without appearing to age at all in all that time. But the Infinite Man did not endure forever – it would have been a very different story if he had – rather, he died and then reincarnated with a new face, one that even those closest to him did not recognise.
That sounded just a little farfetched to Sunset's way of thinking; perhaps it was arbitrary of her to dismiss the possibility, but having seen nothing like it in this world or Equestria – and the fact that, unlike the prophets or red queens or whatever you wished to call them, this man only appeared in one story – Sunset was inclined to call it a little bit of poetic license. Perhaps it had been based upon the sages who recurred throughout mythology, but Sunset doubted they had actually been the same person.
Cinder cocked her head to one side. "Sunset?" she asked. "Is something wrong?"
"No," Sunset said quickly, before she started to look even more insensible than she did now. "I was just thinking."
"A useful way to pass the time," Cinder observed. "What were you thinking about?"
"I was thinking," Sunset said, "that the Infinite Man considers that he makes many mistakes, but to my mind, he only makes one: the decision to throw the fight." It was, to Sunset's mind, a completely inexplicable moment for all the effort that the story made to explain it. The Infinite Man, over the course of two lifetimes, had established a mighty organisation, a band of followers who were described as being as gods in their own right and who dedicated themselves to the protection of the innocent and the advancement of the cause of righteousness. Yet these mighty warriors, these god-like men and women, had found themselves caught flat-footed when attacked by a crew of lawless resolutes led by a duel-wielding swordswoman bent on defeating a god, presumably for the satisfaction of her own ego. The Infinite Man had striven against her at first, but then, he had willingly laid down his life, baring his throat for her sword on the promise that she would depart and spare his followers.
Sunset had not been at all surprised to read on and find out that she had not spared the man's followers.
"He trusted in the honour of his enemy," Sunset continued, "and surprise, surprise, she had none. It was entirely foreseeable – no, it was obvious – that she would betray him like that."
"You don't think much of the reasons given, I take it?" Cinder murmured.
"The fear of collateral damage?" Sunset snorted. "Everyone died anyway, how bad could it have possibly gotten?"
Cinder smirked. "True enough, I suppose."
"And that's another thing that doesn't make sense," Sunset continued. "This group that the man sets up, they are supposed to be great warriors; it says so, in the story, they trained to become like gods and then they went out and fought the monsters, just like huntsmen do today; their legend grew exponentially over time, their numbers swelled as more and more people flocked to join them. And yet, in a single night of misfortune, they are broken, annihilated even, and by what? A rabble of scum from out of nowhere?"
"You find that strange?" Cinder asked curiously. "You find that difficult to explain? I'm a little surprised; it makes perfect sense to me."
"How do you mean?" Sunset asked.
Cinder was silent for a moment. "I think I will have that refill now," she said and got up from the table, leaving Sunset to wait and finish off some more of the sundae – Cinder wanted to get in quick or there wouldn't be much left – before she returned with another, larger, cup of coffee.
"Now," Cinder said, "where was I?"
"You were about to explain the fall of the man's followers," Sunset prompted.
"Ah, yes," Cinder said, stirring her coffee idly with a long spoon, scraping it across the bottom of her cup with a scratching sound that persisted as she spoke. "In a way, you answered the question yourself: they were just like huntsmen."
Sunset's eyes narrowed. "I don't follow."
Cinder continued to stir her coffee, the spoon making a wince-inducing sound as it scraped the cup. "Four academies: Shade, Haven, Atlas, Beacon. I'm sure that when they were founded, the first students to walk through the halls were just like the girl in the fairy tale who first convinces the Infinite Man to teach her: brave, honourable, committed to the fight. I'm sure that the Circle was once as mighty as its reputation suggested, just as the huntsmen who defend our kingdoms were once heroes worthy of song and story. But this story covers a span of generations: the young girl is a middle-aged woman by the time the Infinite Man returns from death the first time, and he lives another life before all that he worked for turns to ashes before his eyes. Look at what has happened to the huntsman academies in only a slightly longer span of time; the halls of these hallowed institutions have become the haunts of spoiled brats, Schnees and Winchesters and Kommeni with nothing to recommend them but family money, only here because they wish to reveal in the acclaim of being huntsmen, to be fawned over for their physical power as much as the power their money can supply. Such, I have no doubt, was the fate of the Circle: its fortress polluted and its strength diluted by mediocrities more interested in sharing in the prestige of membership of such a distinguished order than in working to further its goals, let alone give their lives for it. Such is the fate of all institutions; the iron always rusts, covered with the oxide of complacency until it crumbles at the slightest touch."
"I'm not sure I agree," Sunset murmured.
"Is there any particular part you disagree with, or is your dissent general?"
"I admit that there are some in Beacon whom I wouldn't have let in if I was the headmaster, but I wouldn't say that we're so rusted over yet," Sunset replied. "I'd say there are more good than bad still, at Beacon at least."
"We'll see," Cinder said. "Perhaps you're right. Perhaps the students of Beacon and the other academies are good for more than preening before the cameras at the Vytal Festival. You have, I admit, demonstrated that you and your team are certainly not without skill." She paused. "There is another possibility, if you find my first suggestion too cynical, which is that the Circle was never actually all that it was cracked up to be."
"You mean the stories exaggerate their prowess without considering what that means for their fall?" Sunset asked.
"Perhaps their prowess was exaggerated even during the Circle's existence."
"You think it actually existed?"
"I think something like it probably existed, or what inspired the story?" Cinder replied.
Sunset nodded; it was more likely than the Infinite Man's unlikely mode of immortality. "Okay, but you think they were never as great as the story would have us believe?"
"I think that they wished to be thought of as much greater than they were; they may even have believed it themselves before war came to their doorstep," Cinder said. "I'm sure they were perfectly capable of despatching grimm, but… well, look at your friends from Atlas and all their toys taking up the skies overhead. Where does this preeminent military reputation enjoyed by Atlas come from? Everyone agrees that they are the mightiest of the four kingdoms, but Atlas has not faced a war since its foundation; we are, as we are incessantly reminded, living in an era of peace. So upon what firm foundation rests all of this northern bravado? What have they done to earn it? If they were to be confronted by a true threat, by a power they could not overawe with the shadow of a single warship, would not all their fine talk turn to dust, and all their arrogance wither into fear?"
"Don't let Rainbow Dash here you say that," Sunset remarked.
Cinder snorted. "Don't worry, I won't. I find Atlesians tiresome enough already, as you might be able to tell; present company accepted, of course."
"Thank you," Sunset said, inclining her head graciously. "You certainly have a lot to say upon this story, no wonder you wanted to choose this one so badly."
"And you?"
"Nothing comparable to the amount of thought you've given to it, I'm afraid," Sunset admitted. "Except to say that… either or both of your suggestions has merit." Certainly it matched her Equestrian experience; Sunset had heard no less than Robyn Hill, their captain, admit to the princess that the Royal Guard had atrophied over the generations of peace that Celestia had wrought. That fact had not troubled Princess Celestia herself, who had preferred the peace to any toughening of the guard that might result from conflict, but it showed in the way that Equestria now seemed dependent on Twilight Sparkle and her friends to protect it from all menaces.
"And the moral of the story?" Cinder asked. "Is the man a hero, a villain, or a fool?"
Sunset considered it for a moment. "A fool," she said after a few moments. "He doesn't have the strength of character to be either hero or villain."
"No?"
Sunset shook her head. "He continuously bemoans his flaws, his unfitness to be a hero, still less a god, and yet he allows the girl to talk him into becoming a leader and sharing his power with others; later he allows his enemy to talk him into dying. Before that, when he died the first time, he comes back and wanders back to his old comrades seemingly for want of anything else to do or anywhere else to go, even though he keeps talking how unfit to lead them he is!"
"I'm intuiting that you were ever so slightly frustrated with him," Cinder murmured.
"Leaders should have a proper pride in themselves," Sunset declared, "and they should always put on a brave face amongst their followers." Princess Celestia had never shown Sunset any weakness, and when Sunset had caught her in a position of vulnerability, it was when the princess hadn't known that Sunset was there, watching.
"Is that how you run your team? With a brave face and a refusal to admit any fault or flaw?"
"No," Sunset admitted. "But I don't confess to more than I have to. Or at least, I shouldn't."
"You didn't learn that in Professor Goodwitch's leadership class."
"I've had better teachers in leadership than Professor Goodwitch," Sunset said. "My point is that, for all his power, the Infinite Man is a slave to the last word in his ear; he can be persuaded of anything; he ultimately shows no convictions at all. That's why he cannot be a hero or a villain, and so, he must be a fool."
"I agree that he is a fool, but not for those reasons," Cinder replied, "but because to be a hero or a villain, he would have had to have achieved something, to have done or built something that mattered. And yet, the only accomplishment we learn of – the only thing about him that is recorded – is that he built a society that was destroyed in two generations or so, leaving no trace of its existence. He built a fortress, he trained an army, but he did nothing with either of them."
"He sent them forth to help those in need," Sunset pointed out.
"Doubtless, they were still in need after his champions departed," Cinder countered. "Did he make himself a lord over the region? What did he do to keep these places safe after he saved them? Nothing. He sat in his fortress while the world grew dark outside until the darkness burst like a tide over his walls and swept him and all the fools who put their trust in him aside. The warrior woman, in destroying his Circle, accomplished more than he did in the end." She smiled. "I'd like to hear her story, find out what drove her to seek out a god and challenge him in battle. Was it simply for the thrill of the combat, or did she have a larger goal in mind?"
A smile played across Sunset's face. "If you were writing that story, what would your answer be?"
"I?" Cinder asked, seeming surprised to have been asked. "I… I would have it so that she sought out a god, this great challenge, greater than any that she could have found or faced before in her life… she sought him out because she wished to dance with death, because only in battle… did she feel alive."
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I suppose if there is a fairy tail about “The Woman in the Tower,” then there must be one about Ozma out there.
Meanwhile, Emerald is watching this exchange from afar, gritting her teeth hard enough to crush diamonds.
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Provided Cinder let her enough room to wiggle on her leash
Stands for what? Can someone explain this to me?
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Sexual Assault Prevention and Response
Its the first result you get if you look for SAPR in google. An amusing coincidence that is completely irrelevant to the story (I think that Scipio was unaware of this when he started writing the story)
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That's right, I had no idea until somebody told me.
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Yeah, I remembered that something similar to what happens in this chapter happened to you in Spacebattles, with someone asking if you did knew what it also meant.
It was amusing, so it was easier to remember and recognize.
*hear
*excepted
HOLD UP! I know my innuendos and just outright terrible jokes... but I don't see or comprehend what sort of word she's trying to say, or understand what the word is from these four initials alone?
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In the US military, SAPR apparently stands for Sexual Assault Prevention and Response, as many people have informed me since I started writing this story.
So... If I did not know what Cinder's deal is al ready... I would find her very unnerving. Which is good.
How come she seems to barely eat?
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It's a side-effect of her having absorbed the grimm parasite thing into her body.
10883918 Ah, so that is how you explain that she suffered damage from the Silver Eyes while not being a grimm herself. Reasonable enough.
i can definitely feel how the rewrite benefitted from the lore book release.
Someone please explain
11154189 Like Adser said before :
The supposition was confirmed by Scipio Smith.
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I’m pretty sure that’s the canon explanation as well…
I swear some of these tales are prophetic if we go by RWBY Volume 3 and the fall of Beacon...
I mean wasn't it a dual-wielding Cinder who killed Ozpin?
Revel
i don't get it.
Oh, i just love the interactions that Sunset and Cinder have. You gave her SO much character then the show ever did, and having them debate arguments is always a pleasure to read.