Twilight's Request
Twilight’s Request
Blake was a little surprised by the size of Twilight’s house.
Which wasn’t to say that it was actually a small house, or that there was anything wrong with it. It was a very nice looking house: the doors were coloured glass making a sixteen-pointed star in various shades of lavender, pink and purple upon a dark blue background; above the door was more glass decoration, and this time the same colours seemed form a rising sun cresting the horizon; those were the elements that drew Blake’s eye the most but they were only one small part of a very nice house, built of a soft purple stone that almost resembled porphyr, with the roofs tiled in a dark pink.
A nice house, and not a small one either: two storeys high, and stretching back out of Blake’s sight from where she stood before it on the street. A nice house of a reasonable size and in a nice neighbourhood too, the kind where there was space in front of the house for grass to grow, and even a pine tree planted out in front beside the driveway; the kind where there was space on either side of the house separating the Sparkle family from their neighbours.
It was a nice house, in a nice part of the city, and yet as she stood before it Blake could not help but feel a little surprise.
She supposed that that surprise was mostly rooted in her having prior experience of the Schnee Manor, beside which the Sparkle house could not help but feel, not to put too fine a point on it, tiny.
It was not that Blake had any objection to small houses, or to those who lived in them; it was not disappointment that she was feeling, more a sense of puzzlement. Twilight’s sister-in-law sat on the Council of Atlas; her brother was an officer in an elite unit – elite in a social sense, if not a combat one – and she was a family friend of General Ironwood, and sufficiently close to him to feel comfortable leveraging that connection to the benefit of Rainbow Dash.
So then why was there house, not to put too fine a point on it, not nearly as grand as Blake had imagined?
Because you forgot the fact that there’s a difference between being wealthy and being well-connected; just because the Sparkles are the latter doesn’t mean they have to be super-rich. Not every family is the Schnee family. In fact, only one family is the Schnees. Most don’t have the income of a dust empire to sustain their extravagance.
You forgot this isn’t Menagerie either. The faunus built a palace for their chieftain to do him honour; in Atlas honour comes in other forms, and is given out both more and less readily. If there were more families of note in Menagerie they would not all dwell in palaces either.
And besides, Blake realised with a pang of guilt that she had unkindly traduced General Ironwood in her assumptions about the kind of company he kept. Had he not already demonstrated, first by his patronage of Rainbow Dash and then by the way that he had forgiven Blake and taken her under his wing in turn, that he was not a man who could be blinded by riches? He would judge the man beneath the money, and Blake reckoned that the general was a good judge of men, if it didn’t flatter her too much – as one he had judged worthy of his trust – to think so.
For whatever it was worth, Blake thought that he had judged rightly in whom he reposed his trust; which was to say that she trusted them too, Twilight and her friends. Mostly that was because they seemed trustworthy, although it wasn’t entirely that; there was something about receiving General Ironwood’s trust that made you want to live up to his expectations of you, however high they might be. There was something about him that made letting him down seem like a terrible thing to inflict upon both him and yourself. Blake wondered if Sunset and Pyrrha had felt that way towards Professor Ozpin, and that was why his loss had hit them both so hard; so hard in fact that she hadn’t felt comfortable asking either of them about it before she left for Atlas.
More to the point, she wondered if that was the root of Rainbow Dash’s odd behaviour recently; it wasn’t a secret that she had fallen out of General Ironwood’s favour, even if Blake didn’t know exactly how or why it had happened. Rainbow was never around to talk about it – it might be more accurate to say that she was never around so that she never had to talk about it – and Blake still wasn’t sure that it was right for her to ask in any case. It seemed – possibly – like something that ought to be better left to her older friends.
All of which was, of course, completely irrelevant to where she was right now: standing outside Twilight Sparkle’s house, musing on increasingly tangential topics when she ought to have knocked on the door by now. Twilight would either be wondering where she was or – if she knew – wondering why Blake was just standing outside spacing out like that.
So Blake put Rainbow Dash, and General Ironwood, and the prosperity of the Sparkle family all to the back of her mind as she walked up the driveway and climbed the single step up onto the porch.
There was no door knocker, but this being Atlas there was an intercom system beside the door with a camera set at face height. Blake pressed the cold grey button beneath it.
There was a moment’s pause, before the screen burst into life, and Blake could see the image of an older woman with bags beneath her pale blue eyes, her purple hair streaked with white, wearing a necklace of large pearls tightly around her neck.
“Yes?” she asked. “Who is it?”
“Specialist, Junior-Grade Blake Belladonna, ma’am,” Blake said.
“Oh, so you’re Blake,” the woman – Twilight’s mother, presumably - said. “Yes, Twilight’s mentioned you. Are you here on business?”
“No,” Blake said. “At least, I don’t think so. Twilight asked me to come over.”
“Of course,” said Mrs Sparkle. “I’ll let her know you’re here.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” Blake said, before the image on the screen disappeared.
She practiced her posture while she waited, clasping her hands behind her back and standing up straight. It was…not important, exactly, except in as much as the more she looked the part the more seriously people would take her. And she wanted to be taken seriously, not just by General Ironwood but by everyone. She wasn’t here in Atlas for a lark, or to while away a season before going home. She was here for the long haul, and she meant to make a success of her chosen path. And that included looking like she belonged here. This wasn’t the White Fang, Atlesian specialists didn’t skulk in the shadows; they stood straight-backed and proud, and faced their enemies without flinching.
The door was opened by, somewhat to Blake’s surprise, Twilight, wearing a labcoat over a blue turtleneck and high, light blue boots with a pattern of white stars upon them. Her tights had what looked like a circuit board pattern on them.
None of which was quite as surprising as the fact that she had opened the door herself.
“Twilight?” asked Blake dumbly, as though there could be any doubt as to who it was.
“Hey, Blake,” Twilight said cheerily. “Thanks for coming over.”
“Uh, sure,” Blake murmured.
Twilight frowned. “Is something wrong?”
“Not really,” Blake said. “I just…you answered the door.”
“Who-“ began Twilight, before cutting herself off with a knowing smile. “You know it’s incredibly rare to actually have a butler, right? They’re basically a relic of a bygone age at this point – not that being a relic of a bygone age is necessarily a bad thing, I mean Pyrrha seems really nice – but most people are pretty capable of answering their own front door for visitors; and getting drinks when they want them.” She paused. “Most families aren’t the Schnees.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Blake said. “Although I would have thought that you’d maybe have robot butlers.”
“It’s probably possible,” Twilight admitted. “But the amount of programming that would need to go into a sophisticated android like that…it’s just not worth it when you can just get up out of your chair and answer the door. Most people don’t mind a little bit of exercise.” She paused. “Although it would be fascinating to try and build one, just as a theoretical. It would need to be a step up, much closer to Penny than to an AK-200, able to recognise individuals and household objects, possibly even read emotional indicators…” Twilight laughed nervously. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologise,” Blake said, smiling. “It’s fine.”
“Maybe, but it’s not why I asked you here,” Twilight said. She hesitated. “You never noticed me answer the door any of the other times you’ve come here.”
Blake blinked. “This is the first time I’ve been to your house.”
“Really?” Twilight responded. “I’ve never invited you here before? Wow, I’m really sorry about that. You should come over for dinner sometime.”
“You don’t have to invite me for dinner,” Blake said. “Or feel sorry because you haven’t invited me to your house before. Although if you invited me in off the porch step-“
“Oh, right!” Twilight exclaimed. “Of course, come right in.”
“Thanks,” Blake said, stepping inside as Twilight made way for her, entering a house that was tastefully decorated in various cool shades of blue and purple.
Twilight shut the door behind her. “You don’t have to come over for dinner if you don’t want to,” she said. “But if you did then my parents never mind me having guests over.”
“Sure,” Blake said. “That sounds nice. But I’m sure you didn’t ask me over so that you could belatedly realise that this was the first time you asked me over.”
Twilight chuckled. “No, I didn’t. Can we talk in the lab?”
“You have a lab?”
Twilight nodded. “Shining Armour got a training room – although it doesn’t get a lot of use since he moved out – and I got a lab. Come on, it’s this way.”
Blake followed Twilight through the house. Bookshelves predominated, intermingled with a variety of family photographs in gilt, slightly old-fashioned picture frames: Twilight and Shining Armour as children with their parents; Twilight looking delighted as she held a smaller Spike in her arms; Twilight and Shining Armour closer to their present ages with the same; Shining Armour in dress uniform; Twilight in a scholar’s gown beaming as she held up a paper diploma of some sort; Shining Armour and Cadance, on their wedding day judging by their dress; a photograph of a larger wedding party, including all of Twilight’s friends and General Ironwood.
“Why does Rainbow Dash have her guns out in that picture?” Blake asked.
Twilight made a sound that was partway between a chuckle and a tsk of distaste. “Did Rainbow never tell you that story? About how Shining Armour and Cadance’s wedding was attacked by the Wh- you know, maybe it isn’t such a good story, after all.”
“Twilight,” Blake said. “I’m not part of the White Fang any more, and I know full well what they became under Sienna’s leadership, I don’t need you to walk on eggshells as though I’m going to get offended by the suggestion that they-“ Something clicked in Blake’s mind. “Wait a second, that was you guys?”
Twilight stopped, framed in the light of a window that – like all of the windows in the Sparkle house seemed to be – was made of decorated glass. “What was who guys?”
“You were there,” Blake said. “At the Council abduction fiasco, when the commander of the Atlas chapter attempted to abduct and replace an Atlesian councillor during…her wedding?” Blake had heard it was a state function, but then the only reports that had reached the other chapters had been garbled ones, borne second or third hand passed from those who been at ground zero to messengers who, in turn, had often passed the tale onto other messengers, becoming less and less precise with every passage.
“You know about that?” Twilight replied. “General Ironwood hushed the whole thing up; he said it would embolden our enemies if they knew how close they’d come to success.”
“He was half right,” Blake admitted. Chrysalis’ gamble had split opinions in the White Fang down the middle: to some she was a cautionary tale of overreach and the cost of too much ambition; to others she was a hero and an example to be emulated of one who dared to strike a meaningful and resounding blow against their foes, someone not content to settle for pinprick blows that their enemies barely seemed to feel. Blake had been in the former camp, Adam very much in the latter. “And that reaction would have been even stronger if they’d know that we almost got the general, too.”
“Oh, General Ironwood wasn’t there when the trap was sprung,” Twilight explained. “But as we tried to rescue Cadance and Shining Armour I was able to make contact with them, and he…well, we managed to rescue Cadance and my brother but we would have been in a lot of trouble if the general hadn’t arrived when he did.”
“This all sounds like a fascinating story,” Blake said.
“It is – if you like your stories about what ought to be joyous family moments disturbed by sinister villains and their schemes,” Twilight growled softly. “But anyway, Rainbow Dash tells it a lot better than I do…” she trailed off. “That’s, uh, that’s kind of what I…come on, let’s go into my lab.”
“Sure,” Blake agreed with a nod of her head.
The lab turned out to be behind the house, in a large outbuilding in the back garden reached by heading out the back door and crossed the stepping stone-like path that bridged the gap between the two. Twilight placed her thumb on top of a scanner, then bent down and pushed her glasses up out of the way so that she could get a retinal scan as well.
“Tight security,” Blake observed.
Twilight laughed nervously. “I, uh, I sometimes take some of my work home with me to carry on after hours. Please don’t mention that to too many people.”
Blake’s lip twitched upwards. “Your secret is safe with me.”
“Not to mention all the stuff that I work on unofficially,” Twilight continued, as the door clicked open.
“Like your armour?”
“Exactly,” Twilight said. “I built that here – and we used the training room again when Shining Armour showed me a few moves – and even though it wasn’t a sanctioned project it isn’t the kind of thing you’d want just anyone to be able to get their hands on.”
Blake was inclined to agree, although of course if anyone had wanted to get their hands on any of Twilight’s experiments that badly they would have found ways to circumvent her security. There wasn’t much point in mentioning that, however; no security system was infallible, no matter how well designed or what it was supposed to be guarding.
Twilight opened the door and walked into the lab, and would have disappeared into the darkness within. As it was, Blake’s feline eyes were able to keep Twilight in view as she followed the other girl inside the large, cluttered space filled with all manner of advanced-looking machines - most notably the egg-shaped pod that dominated the centre of the lab – illuminating the laboratory with a cornucopia of flashing lights in blue, green, red and purple, connected by heavy, almost industrial power cords with plugs and connections larger than Twilight’s hands. Workbenches were laden with a baffling – to Blake at least – array of parts and tools. A picture of Twilight and her friends formed the desktop of her computer, half hidden behind the icons of all the files and folders.
Spike bounded up to his owner; his green hair appeared to have grown by at least a foot since Blake had seen him last, it now formed a massive spike rising above his head; he was also dressed in a little miniature labcoat, with black gloves over his forepaws and goggles over his eyes. Blake was not at all a dog person, but…okay, that was pretty adorable.
As was the way that he jumped up into Twilight’s arms and started nuzzling her face. “Okay, Spike, I was only gone a minute.”
Spike barked.
“But I missed you too, of course I did.”
Blake considered that the most adorable thing of all about Spike right now was the way that he was paying absolutely no attention to Blake herself whatsoever. That was just the way she liked it when it came to dogs.
She wandered over to the nearest workbench, where a photograph of a boy sat beside an open book. He was a young man about their age, a rugged outdoor type judging by the way he was dressed and the fact that he had an axe resting on his shoulder.
Blake picked it up. “Who’s this?”
“Who? Oh, him?” Twilight stammered, blushing furiously. “He’s, uh, he’s just a, uh, a guy I know. From the, uh, the mandatory training camp we attended before graduating from Canterlot.”
Blake decided to spare Twilight’s blushes, and refrained from asking any more questions about him as she put down the picture. “So, what are you working on?”
“Officially?” asked Twilight quickly.
“Here,” Blake clarified. “I’m not asking you to reveal anything classified.”
“Oh, this and that,” Twilight answered.
Blake ducked as a drone flew out of the darkness and buzzed over her head, rotors whirring.
“Like that,” Twilight said. “Sorry, Aloysius likes to get visitors.”
Blake stood up, getting a better look at the drone now that it had stopped moving and was hovering in the air above her. It looked almost like a very, very miniaturised bullhead, with a squat, slightly rounded central body sustained in flight by a pair of engines that could turn either vertical or horizontal depending on how they wanted to move the drone. Blue lights flashed over the central body. “Is it armed?”
“Aloysius isn’t,” Twilight said. “But I’ve got some that are: miniaturised rotary machine-guns– only small calibre ammo, but at a very high rate of fire – micro-grenades, a lightning dust-powered shock discharge at close range…do you want one?”
“Tempting,” Blake said. “But I’ll pass. It doesn’t really suit my combat style.”
“I also have some that are designed for remote hacking,” Twilight said. “And of course their capabilities for reconnaissance from a safe distance are probably the biggest benefit of all.”
“I can imagine,” acknowledged Blake. “But I’m not really a ‘hang back and direct a drone’ kind of a huntress.”
Twilight seemed to deflate a little at that. “That’s the problem: none of the huntresses I know are ‘hang back and direct a drone’ kinds of huntresses.”
“Maybe they could be used by the regular military?” Blake suggested. “Or by the Military Huntsmen,” she added, referring to those Combat School graduates who for whatever reason didn’t quite make the grade when it came to entrance into Atlas Academy, but whose training in the huntsman skills still made them valuable assets to Atlas; they formed an elite company attached to each regular infantry battalion, like the flank companies of centuries past - the centuries past that formed the setting for some of Blake’s favourite bodice rippers, to be precise, with titles like The Grenadier’s Bride or The Valish Sharpshooter’s Lover.
“You might be right,” Twilight said. “I was just hoping…I go to work for the good of Atlas; I work in here to help my friends…and Spike,” she added, as a feminine-looking robot dog emerged from behind the large pod in the centre of the laboratory. It’s nose was flashing red as it walked slowly and carefully across the floor towards Spike, who bounded playfully up to the canine android with what, as far as Blake could tell, was a happy expression.
Blake looked at the two dogs, one real and the other artificial; then she looked back at Twilight. Her eyebrows rose.
“He was a little lonely,” Twilight squawked defensively. She coughed into her hand. “Anyway, I’ve also been working on some things that my friends might actually use, like this bracelet.” She picked up a chunky black cuff from off the workbench behind her. “The idea is to channel Rarity’s semblance through it, so that using her barriers doesn’t immobilise her or require the use of one hand. I thought she could use it to create a sort of shield or buckler for herself.”
“Smart, if it works,” Blake said. “Although I can’t really see Rarity wearing something like that.”
“Oh, I’m going to paint in gold once it works,” Twilight assured her. “And I’ve designed it in such a way that decoration won’t impair the effects.”
Blake nodded. Her eyes travelled up past the bracelet in Twilight’s hand to the blueprints of a wingsuit. “And that? Upgrades to Dash’s wings?”
“I have one or two ideas,” Twilight admitted. “Though I’d need to pry the wings away from Rainbow Dash first. Which would mean I’d need to get her to speak to me again.” She bit her lip, and set the bracelet back down on the bench before she folded her arms across her chest. “That’s, uh, that is…ooh, if you want to see what I’ve been working on you should also take a look at this.“ She gestured to her right; Blake could recognise an attempt at distraction so glaringly obvious, but she felt no compulsion to push Twilight on whatever it was, and so she allowed her gaze to be drawn to her left, away from the blueprint for possible upgrades to Rainbow Dash’s wings to a large map of Solitas pinned up beside it; what made Blake pay attention to it was that the map was covered in pins jabbed into the paper in particular locations, and beneath almost every pin – obscuring whole sections of the map – were cuttings or printouts of news articles of various kinds, while post-it notes littered the edges of the map or cluttered the oceans around the continent. Lines of red string streaked from place to place, clearly forming some kind of pattern albeit not one that Blake could readily determine.
She walked slowly across the laboratory towards it. “What is this?”
“My magical research,” declared Twilight. “I’ve moved from tracking Maiden sightings to tracking paranormal phenomena more generally.”
Blake blinked. “Maiden sightings?”
“That’s clearly what I saw when I was a child,” Twilight said as though it were obvious. “A Maiden – the Winter Maiden, presumably – rescued my family from that grimm attack. That’s my working hypothesis, anyway, given what I know now about magic…although I am keeping an open mind because who is to say that the Maidens represent the only magically empowered individuals in the whole of Remnant?”
“Professor Ozpin,” Blake suggested. “And General Ironwood.”
“Both of whom have access to a great deal of information, but they’re not omniscient,” Twilight countered. “The fact is that I don’t believe that the four maidens represent the only magic in the world, there’s simply too much evidence that can’t be explained by the existence of the seasonal maidens. For example: ten years ago a trainee huntsman lost on a night exercise in the Everfree Forest reported that an ethereal woman appeared in front of him without warning; according to his report she asked if he was a soldier of Mantle and, when he replied that he was a soldier of Atlas, she gave him directions back to his camp and then vanished again as suddenly as she had appeared.”
“Are you sure he wasn’t seeing things in the dark?”
“No, I can’t be sure, but he found his way back to camp following her directions,” Twilight said. “And it’s not the only reported instance of a ghostly woman – and it is always a woman, with several commonalities in the description allowing for the vagaries of different people interpreting something they only saw for a short while – appearing to soldiers who are lost or otherwise in need. Sixteen years ago a squad of Military Huntsman holed up in a cave with a large pride of sabyrs outside reported that this phantom healed one of their wounded comrades, stabilising his condition so that he was still alive when they were rescued.”
“Sounds more like they were lucky,” Blake suggested.
“I think there’s more to it than that,” Twilight said. “We know that magic is real-“
“Magic, yes, but not ghosts,” Blake replied. “Nothing that we’ve learned about what’s really going on in the world suggests anything like that, and just because there is more going on in the world than we first thought doesn’t mean that every fairy story has a basis in truth.”
“I know that,” Twilight said. “But wouldn’t it be fascinating if they were?”
“Personally, I prefer to look at fairy tales through literary analysis than wonder what historical evidence we can glean from them,” Blake said. “In not being true they become real, if that makes sense. These stories were invented to tell us something, and they’ve survived because they continue to have the ability to tell us something worth paying attention to; they have applicability to our lives. But if it turns out that all the stories – just like the story of the seasons – is just a record of something that happened to someone once…how is that supposed to teach us anything?” Blake paused for a moment. “But anyway, I think you were about to tell me why you asked me here?”
Twilight hesitated. “I was?”
“Yes,” Blake said. “Although I’m not sure that you wanted to. Twilight, is everything okay? Is something wrong?”
“No and yes,” Twilight said. “I mean everything is not okay and something is wrong.” She took a deep breath. “I asked you here…I need you to do me…Blake, can you do us a favour and talk to Rainbow Dash?”
Blake frowned. “Rainbow Dash?”
“Something’s up with her,” Twilight said. “Ever since we got back from Vale she’s been morose, broody, she’s more short-tempered than usual – you saw what happened at the party. She’s distant…I haven’t seen her in a while, nobody has. Pinkie…it’s really starting to get to her. Has she said anything to you?”
“I haven’t seen any more of Rainbow Dash than you have,” Blake said.
“But you’re roommates,” Twilight protested.
“Which is why she leaves early and comes back late,” Blake said. “She doesn’t want to talk to me.”
“She doesn’t want to talk to anybody, it seems like,” said Twilight. “But that doesn’t mean that she shouldn’t talk to anyone. There’s something wrong and I, and we…look, I know that this is very selfish but could you go and talk to her? Find out what’s wrong, see if there’s anything that any of us can do to help?”
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Blake asked. “Are you sure that this isn’t something that Dash needs to work out for herself?”
“No,” Twilight said. “I don’t know because I don’t know what the problem is, but I do know…that is I don’t think that you should leave a friend to face their problems all alone.”
“Then why don’t you talk to her?” Blake asked.
“Because…because you’re a huntress,” Twilight admitted. “As much as we all love Rainbow Dash, there will always be a part of her life that we don’t really understand as much as I tried to; and I think that it’s the huntress part of her life that is the source of the trouble, considering the circumstances. I suppose you might call me a coward, call us all cowards even, but I really do think – at least I hope – that you’ll be able to understand her, get through to her, because in some ways you do understand her, at least that part of her, better than we can.”
“Applejack’s a huntress too,” Blake pointed out.
“I know,” Twilight acknowledged. “But Applejack…Applejack’s worried that this is her fault, that Rainbow Dash blames her for taking her place in General Ironwood’s confidence. She’s afraid that if she tries to interfere she’ll only make things worse.” She sighed. “If you don’t want to do it-“
“I didn’t say that,” Blake replied. “Although I can see how it might have seemed that way. I’m just surprised that you would ask me, when I’ve known her for so much less time than any of you…but now that you explain it I can understand why. And I can understand…I’m worried about her too. I just wasn’t sure that it was my place to interfere until now.”
“And now?” Twilight asked.
“Now…” Blake hesitated for a moment. It seemed as though she had always felt like it wasn’t her place to interfere when it came to watching her friends spiral out of control, losing their better selves to the darkness within. Adam, Ilia, even Sienna Khan; she had watched all of them succumb to bitterness and anger, the noble intentions with which they had set out curdling into a desire for revenge against anything and everyone connected with their oppression and their pain. She watched it happen time and again and every time she had told herself that it wasn’t her place to interfere, that they wouldn’t appreciate it, that they needed to work these things out for themselves.
No more. Not here. Not Rainbow Dash.
“I’ll talk to her,” Blake promised. “And I’ll try and persuade her to talk to the rest of you as well.” If necessary she would persuade her by dragging her into Sugarcube Corner tied to a post.
She wasn’t going to lose Rainbow Dash. She wasn’t going to lose another friend to the poison of anger. She wasn’t going to stand by and watch another hero fall from grace.
Rainbow Dash didn’t turn her back on me when I was lost. How can I do any less for her?
“Yes!” Twilight cried. “Thank you, Blake. I know that I don’t have any right-“
“You’ve got every right,” Blake said. “You’re my friend, and so is Dash…and I’ve left her alone for too long. I…I don’t know what kind of darkness she’s in, but I won’t stop until I’ve helped her. It’s the least I owe her.”
And all the others whom I failed to save.
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Grad to see Blake finally growing up into a better person instead of being stuck as a drone that just obeys orders.
Short chapter, but all is advancing, though I still wonder why rainbow is bottling up her reasons, perhaps she feels guilty for making penny get backlash, or that she think that if she broke ironwood trust, she could brake her friends trust, so she distance herself, we will see.
Okay, since the whole family is on the road with Sunset, I just realized that Spike will eventually meet Zwei, and that will be the best. Thing. Ever.
By the way, speaking of Twilight's magical research, are we going to see what she has been doing with that vial of Sunset's magic?
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I'm...not seeing the logic here. Sunset is heading off with Ruby to Anima to find Oscar, while Spike doesn't have a reason to leave Atlas. I suppose it could happen, but Zwei's not going to be anywhere near Spike.
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No, no. I simply mean for when Sunset, Ruby and the others eventually come to Atlas, like Volume 7.
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There's no guarantee that Sunet will end up in Atlas. Maybe Ironwood will catch wind of the attack on Haven, and deploy Dash out that way. Maybe Twilight will be sent to Menagerie to help on the CCT tower and get caught up in whatever the White Fang may be planning.
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I mean the story will probably end up at Atlas at some point. So far the story seems to be following the show's timeline. Obviously things are drastically different but we still have the characters making the journey to Mistral (Volume 4/5) and I assume afterwards something will happen that leads the characters to Atlas (6/7).
Quick question, Scipio? Will there be a scene or chapter for Oscar and Ozpin before Sunset and the others find him? It will be fascinating to read the process of accepting and coming to terms with strange new memories, heavy feelings and the voice in his head.
Not to mention Ozpin's own state of mind after dying at Amber's hand.
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I would have said 'probably not' but you're making me consider it.
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We saw snippets of them throughout Volume 4. This is a brand new character introduction; Oscar will become a very important character from here on. It's appropriate that we see him go through the process of going from a life as ordinary as they come to having an immortal wizard in your head that desperately needs your help. It's a very central point of Oscar Pine's character. As well that there should be a clue or hint of how Ozpin himself is doing after Amber's betrayal which cut deep. He's already gone through so much, no one deserves to go through even more.
We've gone through so much of Ozpin's own trials and pursuits already, and now the cycle of Remnant's immortal protector has begun anew. To learn that the schools and the Relics are in danger, and to process the calling that now awaits him.
To have hope for Team SAPR.
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Wait, really? I was so certain we would get some info on Oscar and Ozpin before their meeting with the rest of the team that I never even doubted it was happening.
I mean, the ones who have seen RWBY know who Oscar is, but even then the situation surrounding the transfer is different and that would effect their relationship.
If you weren't planning to give us some status updates about their meeting from time to time then you would have to either info-dump in a big chunk once they meet him or just entirely ignore the issue and that doesn't feel too good.
This percentage in terms of likes has been done at the time of April/8/2020.
664likes ÷ (664likes + 48dislikes)=about 93.26% of people like this story (who have voted that is). Or you can do something close to it in terms of fractions like{ (83/89), (9/10), (93/100) }.
One method is grading system based on how schools usually grade things except this is entirely based on likes to dislikes. 50 and under is F, 51 to 62.5 is D, 63 to 75 is C, 76 to 87.5 is B, 88 to 100 is A. Based on catagory's of minus neutral to plus this story would land on neutral A.
So the readers probably know that Dash is avoiding everyone is because she told Ironwood what happened and he was pissed at her. All of Rainbow’s friends don’t know that so it’s understandable why they don’t , but Twilight and Blake know that Rainbow let Sunset destroy the controls. I’m surprised those two didn’t connect the dots, possibly incorrectly, that she feels guilty about all that has happened.