Meet Me in Mountain Glenn (Rewritten)
Meet Me at Mountain Glenn
Sunset fought to keep her expression neutral and even, to conceal the surprise that she felt beneath a mask; she doubted that she succeeded, she could feel her ears pricked up on top of her head. They were always a giveaway of how she was really feeling; she’d never learned to control them. They were worse than her tail.
She could, at least, control the tone of her voice, keeping it calm and cool as she said, “Cinder, I wasn’t expecting to get a call from you today… or any other day, come to that.”
“Well, I had nothing else to do,” Cinder said idly. “So I thought that I’d call you up and see how you were doing.” Her smile didn’t reach her eyes, which meant that Cinder probably meant to look insincere.
“Thanks,” Sunset muttered dryly. She looked past Cinder to what she could see behind her: the countryside, verdant green fields and some trees beyond. No identifying markers, but it seemed fair to say that Cinder wasn’t in Vale anymore.
“You’re welcome,” Cinder assured her. “So, how was your night?”
Sunset was silent for a moment. “I thought about you,” she said, which was not quite a lie, even if what it implied was not quite truth, either. “Cinder, I… I’m so-”
“Stop,” Cinder said, her voice firm and suddenly drained of all pretence, all playfulness. “Stop, before you say something that we will both regret.”
Of course. Cinder didn’t want pity. Sunset hadn’t wanted pity either. Cinder was too proud, too afraid of weakness, to accept the pity even of a friend.
“You’re right,” Sunset murmured. “I didn’t mean to insult you.”
“And you didn’t,” Cinder said, her tone brightening. “You stopped yourself just in time, and you only needed a little reminder to do it. Because you didn’t want it either, did you?”
“No,” Sunset admitted. “But I’ve learned-”
“What?” Cinder demanded. “What have you learned? What have your friends taught you?”
“That it’s okay to need other people,” Sunset ventured. “That it’s okay to be vulnerable-”
“No,” Cinder declared. “It isn’t. They say it is because they have never been truly vulnerable in their lives. Do you think Pyrrha Nikos understands vulnerability? When has she ever been truly vulnerable in her entire life? If you are vulnerable, then you are weak – no, you’re worse than weak. Weak people can feign strength if they have the skill, but the vulnerable announce their weakness to the world; they draw jackals to themselves like carrion meat left rotting on the plain. You know that, don’t you?”
“I know that I never sought to make myself vulnerable, but the jackals came all the same,” Sunset replied.
“That can happen,” Cinder allowed. “Sometimes, the greatest pretence of strength convinces no one, or not enough. But it is better to try and frighten them away than simply curl up and sob and wait for the pain, don’t you think?”
“What happened to you was not your fault,” Sunset told her.
“I know it wasn’t my fault, and I know exactly who’s fault it was, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t my responsibility!” Cinder cried. “I… I could not control the malice in Phoebe’s heart, I could not control my father’s choice of wife that landed me with such a stepsister, but I could control myself. I could have fought back, I should have fought back, I should have escaped sooner, I should have… I should have done something. She should have done something. Instead she cried and sobbed and was so very vulnerable. That girl was pathetic. I am something stronger, and I will be neither victim nor vulnerable again.”
“I know that’s what you think,” Sunset said softly. “Blake wants me to use what I saw to have Phoebe punished for what she did to you.”
Cinder froze. Only her eyes moved, her smouldering eyes like hot coals that seemed to grow hotter and more intense the longer they stared at Sunset from out of the screen. “You told them?” she whispered. “You… you told them?”
“I-”
“You told them?!” Cinder shrieked. “How could you? How dare you?”
“Cinder-”
“You violated my mind!” Cinder yelled. “Don’t you understand, you violated me?! I could forgive you for that because I understood that it was not your intent, but this? You… you told them?”
“I wanted them to understand-”
“I don’t need them to understand me; certainly, I do not want it!” Cinder snarled. “That is my truth, Sunset, mine and mine alone. I would rather that they think me a monster than look on me with pity or sympathy.” She paused, and when she spoke again, her voice had calmed a little. “Who else did you tell, besides Blake?”
“My teammates,” Sunset said quietly.
“Pyrrha?” Cinder whispered. “Pyrrha knows.”
“She doesn’t remember you.”
Cinder laughed bitterly. “Of course she doesn’t. Why would she? Why would precious princess Pyrrha Nikos remember me? Why would she have had cause to look down-”
“You do her wrong!” Sunset snapped.
“As all of Mistral did me wrong!” Cinder replied. “What is the difference between Pyrrha and I that she should have been feted and admired and lauded as a prodigy while I suffered in darkness, languished in torment, wept and sobbed and prayed for help that never came. I am as bold in heart as she – bolder, I deem – and in battle, I will match my blades against her Miló and wager that I am just as swift as she is, if not more, just as ferocious, every bit the warrior she is, if not more. And yet, she is acclaimed the Evestar of Mistral while I am… nothing.”
“Perhaps you should have entered tournaments,” Sunset suggested. “You couldn’t have done worse than Phoebe.”
Cinder stared blankly up at her for a moment, before a slight smirk creased her features. “Perhaps,” she conceded, “but as Pyrrha herself has discovered, the crowns of the arena are but baubles, signifying nothing, conveying nothing of power or of true glory. My destiny is for grander and for more real things by far. Do they know my name?”
Sunset shook her head, very slightly. “No,” she murmured. “No, I did not tell them that.”
Cinder’s nod was as slight as the shake of Sunset’s head had been a moment before. “Pyrrha, Jaune, Ruby, Blake. Anyone else?”
“No,” Sunset replied. “Not yet.”
“Not ever,” Cinder hissed. “You will not tell anyone else. Not Rainbow Dash, not Twilight Sparkle, not Ironwood or Ozpin or any of them!”
“But Phoebe-”
“I insist upon the sanctity of my past!” Cinder declared. “I insist upon the sanctity of my truth. Mine, mine to give to whom I choose or no one, mine to hold fast and keep secure. If you are my friend, then you will not deny me this.”
“I am your friend?” Sunset repeated. “Are we friends?”
“Can it be doubted?” Cinder asked. “For my part, I am in no doubt at all; I am your friend.”
“You tried to blow me up!” Sunset cried.
“That wasn’t me,” Cinder replied hotly.
“Do you deny that you’re connected to the White Fang?”
“The White Fang works for me now, yes.”
“The White Fang which tried to blow me up,” Sunset said. “Which tried to blow Ruby up.”
“Not at my command,” Cinder insisted. “Sienna Khan does not like the fact that I have assumed command of a chapter of her organisation, so she sent The Purifier to take charge in Vale, deposing Adam and myself. It was he and his cell who attacked you without reference to me, for which I killed him.”
Sunset couldn’t keep her eyes widening. “You-”
“I don’t like to share the things that are mine, Sunset,” Cinder said, and Sunset felt a shiver run down her spine as she thought about how she had said the same thing to Jaune once. “Especially with people who break the toys they play with. I made sure he understood that, before he died.” She paused. “I must say that I’m a little insulted. A bomb? I would never do that to you.”
“You would never hurt me?”
“Oh no, I’ll hurt you if you get in my way,” Cinder admitted blithely, casually. “But I will meet you in battle that ennobles warriors, face to face, as the heroes of old did. I will face you like Pyrrha facing Juturna before the walls of Mistral.”
Sunset snorted. “Bold of you to assume that you’re Pyrrha and not the other way around.”
Cinder chuckled. “I have no intention of losing, Sunset, not even to you.”
“It seems to me that you already have.”
“When you face me alone, with no support coming to assist you, it will be a very different story,” Cinder promised. The smile died from her face. “Promise me, Sunset.”
Sunset frowned. “Promise you that I won’t tell anyone else?”
“Ideally, I’d like you to stop other people from talking too, but I recognise that’s a little more difficult,” Cinder admitted. “Promise me, Sunset. As my friend.”
“As your friend,” Sunset murmured. “It wasn’t a lie then?”
“No,” Cinder whispered. “It was all real.”
“Apart from your allegiance?”
“I never told you a lie, Sunset; I merely omitted certain facts,” Cinder told her. “Please, Sunset, I have a right to ask this.”
“I know,” Sunset murmured. She closed her eyes for a moment. Perhaps Cinder was telling her what she wanted to hear, but Sunset… she believed it. She believed what Cinder was saying, that it had been real and not simply a deception. She believed… that they were really friends, for all that they now found themselves on opposite sides. “I give you my word,” she vowed. “It will not pass my lips again.”
“Thank you,” Cinder said, in a voice soft and tender. “Thank you, Sunset, I… thank you.”
“Although it seems wrong that Phoebe should be able to get away with everything she did to you,” Sunset could not help but add.
“I will deal with Phoebe,” Cinder promised. “In my own time, in my own place, at my own choosing.”
“You mean you’ll kill her.”
“Can you deny that she deserves it?”
“No,” Sunset admitted. “But this isn’t the way.”
“What isn’t?” Cinder asked, sounding genuinely curious.
“This!” Sunset cried. “Revenge, anger, wrath.”
“Oh, really,” Cinder said, amusement tickling her voice in a gentle undercurrent. “And what should I do instead?”
“Let law and justice take their course?”
“The law?” Cinder repeated incredulously. “What law, the laws of Mistral? The laws that serve the elite, that protect the powerful? Is that the law that I should seek to wield against Lady Kommenos, last of an old and storied line? Fie on such law! There is only one law that will serve me now.”
“What law is that?”
“Nature’s law!” Cinder proclaimed. “Did you know that, in days long gone in Mistral, the common people, ground down by their lords, created gods they could appeal to against the injustice of men?”
“It doesn’t surprise me,” Sunset replied. “Having no hope of punishing their oppressors on Remnant, they consoled themselves with the knowledge that the lords would pay for their crimes in the next world.”
“No,” Cinder insisted. “These gods walked among them, dealing out the justice that men denied, stalking the sinful in the night, bringing death for their offences.”
“Sounds like the grimm,” Sunset muttered.
“Perhaps that’s where it came from,” Cinder conceded. “In many works of today, they are called Furies, the name given to them by the aristocrats on whom they were supposed to prey, but the common people called them Eumenides – or Kindly Ones – for they were all whom the herdsman or the farmer could depend on kindness from.”
“Do you think that you are kind?” Sunset asked.
“Have I not been kind to you?” Cinder replied. Her lips twitched. “No. I am not kind. I am full of wrath and seek for vengeance; I am a Fury, as they named them, so be it. I am no good nor evil thing, I am Nature’s law, and I will punish-”
“Who?” Sunset demanded. “How many innocents will you punish with the guilty?”
“Innocents?” Cinder repeated. “What innocents? Who is innocent in this world so full of cruelty?”
Sunset thought of Skystar Aris and her tears. “I could name a couple,” she murmured. “Others could name more. Cinder, please, this isn’t the way.”
“So you have said, and so once more, I ask,” Cinder replied. “What should I do instead? What should I do, instead of raging? What should I do, if I cannot have justice or revenge? What should I do, Sunset Shimmer, to turn aside from this dark path that is not ‘the way’?” She waited a moment, and then another. “Answer me!”
Sunset’s mouth felt suddenly very dry. She licked her lips but did not speak.
“Say it,” Cinder urged. “You know what comes next.”
“I’d hope to avoid reaching for cliché-“
“Say it!” Cinder snapped.
Sunset sighed first, before she said, “Keep moving forward.”
“'Keep moving forward,'” Cinder repeated snidely. “'Keep moving forward,' yes, that’s what they say, isn’t it? That’s what they tell us. That is the answer to all things: keep moving forward. I should not be angry that I was hurt, that I was punished without cause, that no one would come to my aid when I was in need, no, I must keep moving forward. I cannot scream or yell or bellow in my fury, no, I must keep silent and bite upon my tongue until it bleeds so badly that I drown in my own blood and keep moving forward! I cannot visit upon my tormentor the only justice she will ever know, no, I must bow my head and bend my back for the lash and keep moving forward!”
“Cinder-”
“This is how they control us,” Cinder declared. “Don’t you see that? You must realise that. In this, the White Fang and I are one; our grievances are different, but we have seen the lie they tell to keep us on our knees. We cannot grow angry at injustice, we cannot fight to improve our condition, we cannot struggle, we cannot feel. Everything that happens, everything that is done to us, we are supposed to put it behind us as soon as it is done, supposed to let it roll off us like water and keep-”
“I don’t think that’s what it means,” Sunset said. “It’s about… Cinder, the wrath that rules you is a poison, you must see that.”
“Then let me choke on it,” Cinder hissed. “Perhaps I am not healthy in my soul, perhaps I am not in a state of perfect ‘wellness,’ perhaps I am damaged, perhaps I am broken. Well then, let me be ill, let me be cracked, let me be a shattered mirror to hold up to this world, but I will not cease my raging until I have given back to this world its fill and more of bloodshed.”
“At what cost?” Sunset demanded. “At what cost to yourself?”
“At any cost!” Cinder snapped. “I will not move. Not one step.” She smiled, if only for a moment. “I’m getting bored with talking about me. Let’s talk about you, Sunset. Let’s talk about you and where your magic comes from.”
“It’s not as interesting as what you’ve got going on right now.”
“I disagree,” Cinder replied. “I was told that only a handful of people could use magic, and you’re not one of them.”
“Prophets?”
Cinder chuckled. “If you like. As I said, you’re not one of them, and your magic is not as theirs is.”
“How do you know?” Sunset asked. “Have you seen any other kind of magic before?”
“I have,” Cinder affirmed.
“Where?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Obviously, I would; that’s why I asked,” Sunset snapped.
“Where does your magic come from, Sunset?” Cinder repeated.
“Why don’t you ask Salem, or doesn’t she know either?” Sunset replied. She took a certain amount of glee from the look of surprise on Cinder’s face and from letting that glee show on hers. “Yeah, that’s right, I know who you’re working for. So, you can talk all you want about furies and vengeance and how justified you are in your wrath, but you serve an apostle of the God of Darkness, so you have forfeited any claim to righteousness as far as I’m concerned, no matter what was done to you. You have the sympathy you do not want, but I won’t let you win.”
Cinder was silent a little while. A slow smile spread across her face. “I see the old man has been talking. I must have spooked him quite severely to get him to open his mouth. How much did Ozpin tell you?”
“Everything,” Sunset lied.
Cinder laughed. “I know that isn’t true. Do you trust him?”
“Do you trust Salem?”
“She has been good to me,” Cinder declared. “She could be good to you too, if you wish.”
“I will not join you, Cinder,” Sunset said. “I won’t abandon my friends.”
“Aww, and I thought we were friends.”
“You know what I mean,” Sunset said sharply. “I won’t turn my back on them, not even for you.”
“I know,” Cinder said. “That’s what I’m counting on.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you think that friendship makes you stronger, but it doesn’t,” Cinder insisted. “It’s what will bring you down, in the end. It’s why you’ll lose.”
“Not with Pyrrha and Blake on my side, I won’t,” Sunset muttered. “What have you got to compare to them? A lot of grimm? You don’t even have anyone to compare to Ruby.”
“And you’ve got Jaune Arc, so stop boasting,” Cinder growled. “Nobody likes a braggart.”
“I thought you did.”
Cinder chuckled. “Did Ozpin tell you that Salem can’t be killed? Did he tell you that she is immortal, unchanging, eternal as Remnant itself?”
“Of course.”
“There’s no ‘of course’ about it; some of his pawns only learn that through bitter experience.”
“I’m no one’s pawn,” Sunset said.
“You are his pawn, Sunset, and you’re too smart not to realise that.”
“And what are you?” Sunset asked. “Salem’s queen?”
“Indeed,” Cinder said, her voice filled with pleasure and delight. “The black queen. The strongest piece on the board, the piece that will deliver victory to Salem.”
“What kind of queen runs from a pawn?” Sunset demanded. “The kind that hasn’t made it across the board yet, maybe? The kind that is still a pawn with pretensions, hoping to be a queen, yearning for it, dreaming of the day, dressing up in readiness… but still just a pawn on the board.”
“At least I still have my dreams; what do you dream of, Sunset?” Cinder demanded. “Where have your ambitions gone? What do you want, except to play happy found families with Ruby and Jaune and Pyrrha? Do you think you’ll get immortal glory serving Ozpin?”
“I think I will do deeds-”
“Which no one will know of, and no one will remember,” Cinder said.
“My fellows and my successors in the circle will remember what I have done.”
“For a generation, or two, perhaps,” Cinder conceded. “If it lasts that long. Do you remember when we worked on that essay on The Infinite Man?”
“I remember the Infinite Man was immortal, and he still died.”
“He was not Salem,” Cinder said. “My mistress does not make his mistakes.”
Sunset paused for a moment. “Is that how you see yourself? The warrior who wished to fight a god?”
“I am fighting much more than a god,” Cinder said. “I am fighting the world. And I will win.”
“Because the huntsmen have become complacent?” Sunset asked, remembering something else that she and Cinder had discussed.
“We’ll see, won’t we?” Cinder mused. “In the meantime… well, in the meantime, I’m going to have to go soon; I’m afraid if you want to continue this conversation, you’ll have to come and see me.”
Sunset’s eyes narrowed. “Come and see you?”
“Mountain Glenn,” Cinder said. “A dismal spot, but the rent is very reasonable. I’m staying there with a few… friends.”
“And the horde of grimm infesting the area?” Sunset asked.
“What do I have to fear from the grimm?” Cinder asked with a slight chuckle. “Of course, if you don’t want to come, if you’re afraid… the choice is up to you. But I’ll be waiting.” She hung up, without waiting for Sunset to say another word.
For a moment, Sunset stared down at her scroll. Then she folded it up and tossed it down onto the table beside her magical journal.
And to think that I was feeling at peace for a moment there. Sunset sat down and leaned back on her chair, looking up at the ceiling above her. The lights caused multi-coloured blotches to appear in her vision, but Sunset was so lost in thought that she barely noticed.
She had done what Celestia would have wanted her to do and held out the hand to Cinder Fall; she just wished that she could know whether Cinder was open to receiving it in any way or if she was using Sunset’s compassion against her in some fashion.
Mountain Glenn, the last great Valish colonisation attempt and the scene of the greatest disaster in modern history. The greatest massacre in modern history, rather; all those people had not simply died of an illness or a fire or an earthquake. They had been slaughtered, by the grimm and by the callous indifference of their own government which had left them all to die.
Why would Cinder want to go to such a place? Possibly, it was the elusive White Fang base – that fit with the ‘friends’ comment – but why would the White Fang base themselves amongst a horde of grimm? How had they not been devoured by now, just like the settlers?
Because Salem spares them; they survive upon her indulgence.
All the same, surely, there were other places they could have hid out. Other places they could have gone.
There had to be a reason. A reason Sunset might find out, if she decided to go.
If she was allowed to go, because of course she didn’t have quite the final say in it all: Professor Ozpin might have something to say about it as headmaster, let alone as… whatever else he styled himself in his other role. And then there was her team…
Yes, her team. Her team whom she’d been about to go and meet anyway before Cinder called. She’d have to tell them about it. No point in sitting here turning it over and over in her mind like a puzzle that she couldn’t solve.
Of course, she wished that she could solve it, but since she couldn’t on her own… she would offer it up to the others and see if they had any better luck.
Sunset picked her scroll up off the table and shoved it into her pocket; she would drop her journal off in the dorm room, and then it would be time to head for the garage.
Time to break the news to Ruby and Jaune about what kind of a world they really lived in.
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Asking the important questions.
Cinder forgot to consider the posibility that if she lets Sunset live long enough Sunset might just succede in turnig her good or at least make her question herself
Thank God! I thought Sunset would do something stupid and go by herself and not tell anyone. Nice to see you're not going with that idiotic cliche.
I'm assuming the first 2 Mercuries are Lightning Dust?
Torchwick is playing his hand, but only Ruby can see the cards.... interesting.
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No, but the third one is actually Emerald so thanks for the help.
Oh boy, here we go. I do hope that Sunset can save Ashley. Maybe she’ll bring some glass figurines as a gift to Mt Glenn? It might be a good way to throw Cinder off balance. Emerald will be pissed if she finds out about that and how much Sunset knows about Cinder’s true self.
Very intriguing that Roman wants to talk to Ruby. I remember him saying he was like her, but this is interesting. I bet Ruby is gonna freak out at this though. Lol.
I have watched RWBY and got into it when the Black trailer went out and watching the first two volumes of RWBY I have craved interaction between Sunset and Cinder, I even went my way to watch the fandom grow and this is the best satisfaction I have ever had. Continue making this great story great Bro.
As Raymond Reddington once said, a trap that you know about is one that you can use to your advantage. You see, this is the value of true Friendship because Sunset Shimmer is not short on them. Whatever Cinder expected from Sunset to do next, she continues to underestimate who Sunset would share this with, the people she trusts. Rainbow Dash has a connection to Ironwood, who has a line to the man that knows a healthy amount about Cinder's plans. Because of this, Cinder's selfish gambit is not going to go the way she thinks.
And another reason why?
Cinder thinks that's all there is to it? Have Sunset turn Mercury into a ferret... and watch her reaction!
https://youtu.be/HobPkv5TELA?t=26
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Poor Emerald. Somewhere deep down, she knows that no matter what she does, even if she did everything Cinder ever wanted, it will never be enough to make her love you.
Dangit! I was gonna make that joke!
Alright, Torchwick. Let's be smart about this and pick the right side.
Goddamn it, Ashley, you really, really don't know who you're fucking with, do you? I seriously doubt things well go in the way Ms. Fall thinks they're going to go. In fact, methinks Ashley is about to faceplant something hard.
This really got me thinking, does anyone know what Salem's cause actually is? Up until this last season it could be boiled down to "kill all humans", but ever since we learned her origin story, her whole character isn't nearly as (no pun intended) black and white as it use to be. She started out trying to save her lover from death, found out it was possible, was cruelly and excessively punished for trying to do an objectively good thing, rallied allies to try and overthrow tyranical gods who enforced unneccesary suffering on the people, had her whole world burned to the ground for her efforts, and later found out that her lover had been recruited by the very being who took everything from her, and who she sees as the biggest threat to everything she cares about. Quite frankly, if it wasn't for her apparent efforts to kill off humanity though the Grim, she would be the good guy in this story.
Which begs the question, why is she trying to destroy the current civilization kill off humanity. Sure that works as a recruiting pitch for her underlings who have been screwed over, but it doesn't seem like an end goal for her. Assuming she wants to destroy the Gods of light and Darkness, what purpose could constantly attacking human civilizations serve. I really hope that you flush out Salem's motivations more, especially since if she has some greater motivation, it might serve to make Ozpin's cause of protecting human civilizations less classicly "good vs bad", which would work very well with this story.
That’s a good question, actually! One I would very much like to know the answer to.
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What the hell are you smoking where selfish necromancy is "objectively good" and where Remnant's gods of light and darkness "force suffering" on people for no reason? News flash: the gods had agreed upon a balance, which is equal parts good and equal parts bad. They weren't giving unnecessary suffering to anyone any more than they were giving unnecessary luxury to another. What Salem did to Ozma upset the balance, at the brother of darkness's allowance, which the two brothers had agreed upon. It's like that scene in Book of Life where La Muerte learns that Xibalba cheated. In both cases the two parties agreed to terms, and the "evil" one of the two went against those terms that unfairly tipped the scales, and in the end the balance had to be restored.
This was a really good chapter, but I’m confused by the complete lack of Penny dialogue. She’s normally pretty vocal, and I would think that she would have a lot to say about the current situation, just on Cinder. Even the narration here only gives her name once.
Something else that’s odd is how you’re implying that Penny is only NOW being brought in on the entire conspiracy. That seems odd, given that her entire existence IS a top level state secret. A lot of people who watch RWBY have already predicted that Penny knows about the Maidens, and that she was specifically made to become me. Why else build a robot with the form and bearing of a teenage girl? Why else would Penny say she was made to “save the world,” as she told Ruby in Volume 2?
I love how Cinder's going to fail because of her huge crush on Sunset
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She did that too much already
I like to think she trusts her team at this point because she literally tells them everything short of where exactly she's from
Continuity error. In an earlier chapter, Mountain Glenn is mentioned from a third person limited perspective of Sunset.
Cinder's read of Sunset is mostly on mark. It is indeed easy to be familiar with what you understand, so thinking about it, if it wasn't already evident Sunny, no, it's not just seeing your reflection that you like. Sunset's mostly past that by now anyways.
As stated, Cinder recognizes that Sunset is hiding some of herself, and to us it's obvious that it is basically her history and origin. Looking back, Sunset got very lucky to tell her team about her magic in a context that didn't involve diving into her history. Of her friends, the one she's revealed the most to seems to once again be Jaune (mentioning living in a palace and going to be a princess), or possibly Blake (though I'd crop that more to her history in Atlas than her Equestrian history).
Yea, they both read each other pretty well. The memory viewing just pushed it further for Sunset and exposed Cinder, to such point that they'll drive one another nuts trying to bring them over, because why wouldn't their similar-minded friend join them? It's the right side to be on! (Ok, thats more Cinder than Sunset, but still).
I wonder, did Ciel know about Twilight and Rainbow's friends? (Granted she has a very knowing personality, but still)
If it wasn't RD, it'd be some of the readers.
Thinking over this, I wonder if this is less RD trying to get out of a boring repeat of information, and more about keeping her loyalty to the general about not telling anyone. Because, you know... element of loyalty and all? Hm.
Just as a little note to the past, I've previously asserted that Rainbow and Twilight are why Ironwood is as is he is, rather than be as in canon. I'd consider this a strong support to that theory. Agents he trusts the most, yet are out on the front lines (well, one who's not really intended to be there but yada yada).
I could credit this a bit to the above as well, that Ironwood isn't bothered because he, too, knows his kids are something else. And if Torchy is coming to that same conclusion... well, it does seem to work out for him, to some extent.
Romain who enters the big game again nice
Wow. Cinder really let out another side of herself in this rewrite. An excellent climax to everything to the two of them have been through before the Tower, now that the cat is out of the bag.
It’s also why I am now also really, really hoping to see Cinder’s reaction when she first finds out that her friend is a magical talking horse from a land of sunshine and rainbows.
Oh my……,This rewritten dialogue is too oppressive.
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i am sure she will wonder about the possibility of Sunset being her equestrian version, simply one who recieved her name from Celestia and as such wouldn't have the same original name, this misunderstood would be even more funnier if she realise she have the hot for Sunset .
Cinder : Wait, i have a crush on myself ? Does that meant i wanted to f*ck me ? Is it why i liked her so much ?
Does in count as incest or masturbation ?then when she realise than it is not the case, she give her the best kiss she can
Sorry, i let my inner shipper talk.
Of all the chapters to get a major rewrite, I was not expecting this one. However, Cinder is done well here, and the back and forth is just perfect. Loved the SVTFOE reference (more please), and now to see how everyone else reacts to this different conversation. Interesting not to have SciTwi try a trace this time, I sense that will play a minor role in the story coming up.
In the original, Sunset had Twilight try and trace the call, and Cinder assumes she would be doing so... I was wondering why the rewrite does not include those details.
Perhaps because of the greater bond between Sunset and Cinder that’s been established in the rewrite so far? I’m not sure if I agree with that particular change, really... it made so much sense for her to try that... but since the rewrite is ongoing, I suppose I will reserve judgement.
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It's the different tone, really. The original version of this chapter was written like 'serial killer calls the FBI to gloat they haven't caught him yet' complete with a failed phone trace because they can never trace the call in those movies. The scene now is much more earnest, with Cinder allowing herself to be very vulnerable in front of Sunset, to the point of having to plead for the sanctity of her past from someone who can reveal that past whenever she feels like. Having Sunset respond to that vulnerability by trying to trace Cinder's location would make her the bad guy, I feel.
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I feel like doing this isn't bad, since, well, it's Cinder, a servant of Salem and in general a massive bitch.
That’s a lie of admission and you know it Cinder!!!