Sunset and Blake (Rewritten)
Sunset and Blake
“Sunset?”
Sunset turned around as Pyrrha’s voice drew her attention. It was night, and despite the fact that it was summer, the sun had gone down by now, and the eerie broken moon was up in the sky. “Pyrrha,” Sunset murmured as she saw her teammate standing in the dorm room doorway. She smiled. “You know the party’s outside,” she said, referring to the welcome feast which was still in full swing.
Pyrrha chuckled softly as she closed the door behind her. “I could remind you of the same thing.”
“I don’t have a cute boy to keep me company,” Sunset replied. “You know, if you keep ignoring him like this, you’re going to lose him.”
Pyrrha chuckled once again.
“I’m not kidding,” Sunset told her, her tone suddenly earnest. “I’ve seen it too many times.”
“I’ve no intention of ignoring Jaune,” Pyrrha informed her. She paused, her expression suddenly becoming rather nervous. “I… oh my goodness, you don’t think I’ve been ignoring him, do you?”
It was all that Sunset could do not to roll her eyes. “No, Pyrrha, I do not think you’ve been ignoring your boyfriend. I was… a little kidding.”
Pyrrha placed one hand over her heart as she let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank you. That’s wonderful to hear.”
“What are you so worried about?” Sunset demanded. “What do you think is going to happen?”
Pyrrha drifted over to her bed and sat down lightly upon it. “I worry… I’m afraid that one day, he’ll open his eyes and realise that there’s nothing here but a fair face and a little skill at combat.”
Sunset put her hands on her hips. “'A little skill at combat'?”
“Alright, a great deal of skill at combat,” Pyrrha conceded. “But an Atlesian robot could say as much, and no man would take one of those to love.”
Sunset didn’t point out that Pyrrha was a lot more skilled than an Atlesian combat robot, because it wasn’t really the point of what Pyrrha was saying. Her fears would not be assuaged by telling her that she was more skilled than she was giving herself credit for.
Nor, indeed, by reminding her that many men would take a pretty face and nothing more to love.
“You are so much more than you give yourself credit for,” Sunset reassured her. “You… you’re the Princess Without a Crown, for crying out loud.”
Pyrrha gave her an old-fashioned look.
“Okay, not the right thing to say,” Sunset conceded, “but you carry yourself… with more humility than you need to, but all the same… you have not the pride of an aristocrat; you do not walk with the confidence of one… but you combine the skill in war and the learning in lore of a true prince, you are kind hearted and gentle, and… and who wouldn’t love you? Honestly? I’m amazed that Professor Ozpin hasn’t started giving you special lessons because you are perfect ‘faithful student’ material.” Not that she wanted Pyrrha to fall further under the influence of the devious Professor Ozpin, but she was a little surprised the spider in the tower hadn’t tried to entice her into his parlour yet. “But leaving that aside… where is Jaune going to find a girl better than you in this place?”
“Ruby?” Pyrrha suggested. “I know… I pretended not to notice the way she looked at him, the way that… because she’s so very dear, and I didn’t want… I didn’t want to acknowledge that someone I care so much for might become my rival, but-”
“But he chose you, not her,” Sunset reminded her.
“For now,” Pyrrha allowed, “but she is so… so full of virtues-”
“So are you,” Sunset declared. “Listen, if you want to convince yourself that Jaune is yours, then get back out there and spend the night with him! What are you doing in here anyway?”
Pyrrha got to her feet. “If I go back down there, into the courtyard, will you come with me?”
Sunset hesitated for a moment. “No,” she admitted. “I… I’m taking my bike out for a spin.” She pulled her helmet out from under the bed and put it down on the mattress next to her jacket.
“Where will you go?” Pyrrha asked.
“I’m not sure yet.”
“What time will you be back?”
Sunset smirked. “I’m not sure, Mom.”
Pyrrha flushed a little. “I’m sorry, but… it is a little sudden, don’t you agree? I mean, why now? On the night before classes resume?”
“You know how it is,” Sunset replied. “Some things come on you suddenly.”
Pyrrha frowned. “Is something going on?”
“A lot of things, I imagine.”
“Sunset,” Pyrrha said, wielding her name as an admonition.
“Sorry,” Sunset said. “Look, I can’t talk about this, okay? You’re going to have to trust me.”
“I see.” Pyrrha murmured. “Well, I… I wouldn’t want you to betray a confidence, I suppose.”
“Thanks,” Sunset replied. “If Jaune or Ruby ask where I am, tell them not to worry.” She grinned. “Don’t wait up, okay?”
Pyrrha shook her head. “Whatever it is you’re getting yourself mixed up in, you will be careful, won’t you?” She paused. “And you’ll tell Blake to be careful too?”
Sunset was silent a moment. “You’re too smart for your own good, Pyrrha Nikos.”
“It’s not that difficult to work out,” Pyrrha replied. “As I said, I won’t ask you to betray a confidence. But please take care. We would all be very hurt if something were to befall you, especially under these circumstances; I think Ruby would take it particularly hard.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want that to happen, now would we?” Sunset said with a thin smile. “I’ll be careful. And so might any hypothetical companions that I might have.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Pyrrha said. “Are you leaving right now?”
Sunset checked the time. She still had a few minutes before the time that she and Blake had agreed upon. “I don’t have to go right away.”
Pyrrha was silent for a moment. “While Ruby isn’t here, I’d like to talk to you about her silver eyes.”
Sunset nodded. “I wondered which one of us was going to say something first. You don’t want her to try and learn how to use them, do you?”
“No,” Pyrrha admitted. “I’m not sure that she needs to learn how to use this… this magic at all.”
“Isn’t that her choice?”
“Aren’t we allowed to care about our friend?” Pyrrha countered. “I don’t see the need for her to go through this.”
“Just because we don’t see the need now doesn’t mean that there isn’t one,” Sunset said. “It just means that we haven’t seen it yet. And besides, you talk about her going through this… who says there’s anything to go through? It’s not like I’d let her go through with any kind of… I don’t know, unlock her eyes or die kind of thing.” Frankly, Sunset was a little hurt that Pyrrha thought – or might think – otherwise. She was a lot of things, and she worked hard, and she’d expect Ruby to do the same if they found a path to unlocking her magic that she could walk down, but there was a difference between working hard and breaking yourself – or someone else. She wasn’t going to do that to Ruby, and she’d thought that Pyrrha would know that by now.
“I’m not talking about physical damage. I know that you wouldn’t hurt Ruby that way,” Pyrrha said. “I’m talking about… I don’t think Ruby understands – or you, for that matter – what her life will be like if she starts using… magic. What people will think of her, how the world will see her.”
Sunset frowned. “And how do you think the world will see her?”
“As a silver-eyed warrior, you know as well as I do that she’ll have no chance of a normal life.”
“You’re assuming that Ruby wants a normal life,” Sunset said. “I’m not sure she does.”
“Ruby wants to save people,” Pyrrha said, “but I don’t think she wants the circus of fame and glory that goes with it.”
Sunset was silent for a moment. Then she snorted.
“What?” Pyrrha asked.
“I was wondering… is there any chance that we’re both projecting ourselves onto Ruby a little bit?” Sunset asked. “Or projecting each other, maybe. I say that she doesn’t want a normal life; you say that she doesn’t want fame and glory. All we’re really saying is that she’s not Pyrrha Nikos, and she isn’t Sunset Shimmer either.”
Pyrrha looked briefly mortified before she covered her mouth with one hand and let out a tiny giggle. “I suppose you’re right. I am thinking a little too much of myself.”
“I get it,” Sunset said. “And, sure, I’d be lying if I said that the idea of this power, of obtaining it, of unlocking this magic within Ruby, didn’t excite me. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t think this magic could be a good thing for us as a team. But if Ruby didn’t want to do this, I wouldn’t bring it up ever again.”
Pyrrha nodded. “I suppose that I’ll have to be satisfied with that. I just… I don’t want her to end up like me.”
Sunset said, “I get it. But, honestly, she could do a lot worse.”
“Really?”
“Sure. She could end up like me.” Sunset grinned. “Anyway, I’ve got to go.” She posed. “What do you think?”
“About what?”
Sunset’s face fell. “My new gear!”
Thanks to the generosity of Lady Nikos, Sunset had a new cuirass strapped across her chest, larger than her old breastplate so that it actually covered her stomach as well as her bust. It was mostly plain grey metal but with a small image of her cutie mark set in the centre, roughly where it sat on the shirt she was wearing underneath. A pair of plain, round pauldrons protected her shoulders, while she had cowters wrapped around her elbows and a pair of metal vambraces – infused with lightning dust – wrapped around her forearms.
“Oh, you mean your armour.”
“Not as fancy as yours, I admit,” Sunset said, “but I like it anyway. And that’s not all.” She picked up her coat from up off the bed and pulled it on. “I had my jacket infused with fire dust as well.”
“I see,” Pyrrha murmured. “I hope that you don’t need it, but if you do… please take care of yourself.”
“Always,” Sunset said. She strapped on her new sword, Soteria, slung Sol Invictus over her shoulders, and grabbed her motorbike helmet before she left the dorm. The dorms were empty; everyone – almost everyone, Sunset corrected herself – was out on the courtyard enjoying the welcome reception and having such a jolly good time that none of them noticed – or at least cared about – Sunset as she slunk across the grounds towards the garages.
Said garages were a series of grey concrete blocks, standing in stark contrast to the elegantly understated architecture that characterised the rest of Beacon; the garages did not really fit in with the fairytale castle aesthetic of the rest of the school, but then, how would you make bays where the students could store any vehicles they might have fit in with such an aesthetic?
Not that it mattered at this stage. The important point was that nobody was around to see Sunset approaching the garage.
Nobody but Blake. She had changed out of her usual outfit into a short black jacket that left some of her midriff bare before the beginning of a pair of tight black pants that disappeared into her calf-length boots. She wore a short skirt, starting black and becoming practically transparent, over her trousers and around her waist.
“You got away then?” Sunset asked.
Blake didn’t reply. She just looked at Sunset as she tightened the black ribbon around her arm.
Sunset got out her scroll and used it to unlock and raise the door to garage thirteen. It elevated with a mixture of mechanical and motorised sounds, clattering and whirring as it rose to admit them.
Sunset grinned as the shadows receded into the garage, revealing her beautiful bike in all its glory.
“What,” Blake said, “is that?”
Sunset put on her helmet, then pushed the smoky visor up so that she could see Blake a little better. “You didn’t think we were going to walk to Vale, did you?”
“I thought you had a vehicle, not… this,” Blake replied.
“Hey, don’t talk about her that way,” Sunset said. It was true that her motorcycle looked a little… unusual. That was an unavoidable consequence of stealing all your parts from a junkyard because you couldn’t afford to buy a bike or the parts for one. Yes, it had some of the exhaust pipes off a Black Shadow but not all of them, and the high handle bars of a Leopard but not the right wheels to go with it, but if you could look past that, if you could look past the outward appearance and see the soul beneath, then you’d see that her bike had it where it counted: engine power.
“Look,” Sunset added, climbing on. “It’s either this or walk.”
Blake hesitated for a moment. “It… is safe, right?”
“Of course it’s safe,” Sunset snapped. “I’m driving.”
Blake walked – very slowly – over to the bike and climbed on behind Sunset. Sunset felt Blake’s arms around her waist, squeezing her tight.
Blake said, “I snuck out. The rest of my team don’t know where I’ve gone. Do you think…do you think they’ll worry?”
“Probably,” Sunset said. “Pyrrha wasn’t happy about this either.”
“And Ruby? Jaune?”
“I didn’t tell them,” Sunset said. “But what can we say, really? We can’t tell them we’re going to take on the White Fang. What’s the plan for that, by the way?”
“I thought we could call at Tukson’s first,” Blake said. “He might have some information on what the White Fang is planning next. If we can find out their next move, then we can stop them.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Sunset said. She started the engine and listened to it purr beneath her. “Okay, let’s go for a ride.”
Sun watched Blake and Sunset ride off into the night. He didn’t know exactly where they were going for the simple reason that Blake hadn’t told him.
He wished she had, but… he recognised that there were parts of her past, of herself, that Blake preferred to keep to herself, private; parts that he wasn’t allowed to access. Parts that maybe he would never be allowed to access.
And that was fine by him. She didn’t need to give herself over to him body and soul. Just the parts of her that she let him see were good enough for him. No, they weren’t just good; they were… they were amazing.
At first, he’d only seen Blake as a pretty girl. Then he’d seen her as a pretty girl in trouble. But now… now he saw someone who had – as best as he could work out because, again, not big on talking about her past – been through some terrible things and still come through it with her strength and compassion. Someone who was brave without being hard, like so many folks were in Vacuo; someone who was kind without being dumb or smart without being cold. Someone who burned like a fire underneath her snowy exterior.
And yeah, she needed her space. That was fine with Sun, not just because she was worth it but because he got it. He was the kind of guy who needed space himself. He’d never been much of one for sitting still in one place before. Blake… Blake was the first person he’d ever met he thought might actually be the person to get him to stop walking and settle down… but she seemed like she might need to keep moving even more than he did.
Sun didn’t know where she was going. He didn’t know exactly what was driving her on so furiously. He only knew that something was. He didn’t have to know what.
There were things she couldn’t, wouldn’t tell him, and he was fine with that. Blake was worth it.
But he would give her the help she needed, even if it wasn’t the help she wanted.
Sun got out his scroll and called Rainbow Dash.
Sunset pulled up outside of Tukson’s Book Trade. The shop was dark – not surprising, considering that it was late at night and well past opening hours – and the street outside the shop was still and quiet. There were no night owls in this part of town, it seemed. Not too surprising; this was a shopping district after all, and a shopping district which included upmarket book shops and boutique dust shops at that, so it wasn’t exactly the kind of place you’d expect to see people out late at night.
All the better for us, I suppose.
Still, the lights were on upstairs, so it seemed as though he hadn’t gone to bed yet.
As Blake hopped off the bike – looking rather relieved to put her booted feet back on solid ground again – she got out her scroll and started calling someone.
Calling Tukson – obviously, after the fact – as shown by the fact that it was the bookseller’s slightly gruff voice that answered. “Blake? Is everything okay? Are you in trouble again?” He sounded more concerned on her behalf than he did put out that she might be coming to her for help.
“No, it’s not like that,” Blake said. “But… I would like to talk to you. I’m outside with Sunset. Can you come down and let us in?”
Tukson paused for a moment. “Sure,” he said. “Give me a second.”
He ended the call.
Sunset climbed off her bike and pulled her helmet off her head as she let the motorcycle rest upon the pavement. Her fiery hair fell down around her face. “You know, I sometimes wonder if you realise how lucky you are.”
Blake looked at Sunset, her eyes narrowing. “What do you mean?”
“You act like you have it so bad,” Sunset said, “but you are surrounded by people like Sun, like Tukson, who are willing to go the extra mile for you without asking for anything in return.”
“And you’re not?” Blake replied. “Think about what you have with Ruby, with Jaune and Pyrrha, and then tell me why you have any reason to be jealous of me.”
“I never said that I was jealous, I just…” Sunset paused for a moment. Her tail curled up towards her waist. “What I’m trying to say is that you’ve got a lot more going for you than you seem to realise.”
“If this is some kind of ‘you’re not alone’ speech, then… you needn’t bother,” Blake said. “I know that there are people who care about me. But at the same time… this isn’t their fight, and I don’t want to get them involved in this if I can avoid it. Just because I’m fortunate enough that there are people who want to be around me doesn’t mean that I have the right to pull them into my struggles. You know what I’m talking about, or you wouldn’t be out here alone.”
“I’m not alone,” Sunset replied cheekily. “I’m with you.”
Blake snorted. “You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Sunset muttered. “I don’t know why me of all people. If you didn’t want to talk to the Atlesians, you could have gone to Pyrrha-”
“We both know that if I had gone to one of your teammates behind your back, you would have been furious.”
“Oh, I would have been beyond furious,” Sunset corrected her, “but you still could have done it.”
Blake was silent for a moment. “You argue with me,” she said.
“Pardon?”
“You argue with me,” Blake repeated. “You’re doing it right now. Adam… nobody ever fought with Adam. Nobody ever told him that he was wrong… or that he was infuriating. They just let him do whatever he wanted, descend deeper and deeper. I’m trusting you not to let me do that.”
“I’m flattered… I think,” Sunset said quietly.
The door to the bookshop opened. Tukson stood in the doorway, framed by the lights spilling out from inside the store. “Blake,” he said. “Miss Shimmer.”
Sunset nodded. “Mister Tukson.”
Blake took a few steps towards him. “I’m sorry to bother you, but… can we come in?”
Tukson took a step backwards, “Sure,” he said. “Come on inside.”
Blake led the way, and Sunset followed. Only once they were both inside did Tukson close and lock the door behind them. The tint on the windows was so full that they were black and completely opaque. Nobody could see in.
“Do you want to come into the back?” Tukson asked. “I can make some tea.”
“Thanks,” Sunset said, but Blake held up one hand.
“We won’t trespass on your hospitality for too long,” Blake murmured.
“Are you sure?” Tukson said, turning around and walking towards the back. “It’s no trouble.”
“Tukson,” Blake said softly, “I’m here for information.”
Tukson stopped, close by the counter. He rested one hand upon it as he turned around. “You’re not in trouble, you said, and you wouldn’t have any reason to lie about that,” he muttered. “So that means… you’re going to war?”
“That’s a little melodramatic,” Blake replied.
“Not by much,” Sunset grunted. “She wants to take on the White Fang. Alone. After just walking away from a meeting with the Atlesians where she told them she wasn’t going to help them.”
“Blake-“ Tukson began reproachfully.
“You can’t honestly be suggesting that I should trust Atlas,” Blake replied. “And you… thank you,” she said through gritted teeth.
Sunset smirked smugly. “Any time.”
“I understand that it’s Atlas,” Tukson said, “but all the same, Blake, you can’t do this by yourself.”
“I’m not alone,” Blake pointed out, echoing her companion's words from moments earlier. “I have Sunset.”
“You know what I mean,” Tukson said firmly.
“And you know that something big is going on, and I can’t just sit in class and ignore that,” Blake declared. “What are they planning, Tukson? Have you had any word from your contacts in the White Fang?”
“No,” Tukson replied. “And that… that’s what makes me think you need to go back to that school and stay there. Tell the Atlesians about me, and I’ll tell them everything, but you need to stay out of this.”
“Why?” Sunset said. “I mean, I know it’s dangerous, but this… this seems a little more… did something happen?”
“My contacts stopped answering; that’s what happened,” Tukson replied. “The last guy who sent me a message said that he was risking death to do it. Adam started cleaning house after the debacle at the docks. The old guard, the guys I knew, the ones who weren’t so on board with Adam… they’re all gone, Blake. Or at least, they’ve all fallen silent. I’m afraid we both know what that likely means.”
Blake fell silent herself, her eyes widening as one hand rushed to cover her mouth. “Oh, gods,” she whispered. “And you… then what are you still doing here?” she demanded.
Tukson took a step back. “Blake, what are you-”
“If any of them talked, if any of them even breathed your name, then you could be in danger!” Blake cried. “You have to get out of here now, before Adam sends somebody to kill you! Why didn’t you tell me? Why haven’t you gone?”
“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to worry you-”
“You didn’t want to worry me?” Blake shouted. “I’m worried now! You need to go, before… before anything happens to you.”
Tukson didn’t reply, not for a moment at least. He looked around his shop and all the books on the towering shelves that lined the walls and cluttered the shop floor. “You want me to go?” he asked. “You want me to run away and abandon everything that I’ve built here?”
“I want you to be safe,” Blake replied in a whisper.
Tukson smiled fondly. “That’s sweet of you, Blake,” he said, “but sometimes, we have to make a stand for what we believe in, right?”
Blake’s ears stiffened. Her cheeks reddened a little. She pouted. But she didn’t reply. Sunset – although she didn’t understand the context of what Tukson had just said – guessed that was because she couldn’t.
I wish I could shut her up like that.
Sunset’s ears twitched. She looked towards the door and windows of the bookshop, and Blake did the same.
There were footsteps outside, footsteps on the pavement beyond the bookshop. Nothing too unusual, perhaps, but the street had been so quiet before.
“Look at that ugly-ass bike,” Torchwick said. “Do you think there’s someone else in here?”
This is bad, Sunset thought as her hand moved gingerly towards the hammer of her rifle. It felt as though everyone in the bookstore was holding their breath.
“What if there is?” Adam grunted. “Are you squeamish about eliminating witnesses?”
This is really bad!
Someone whimpered. It could have been Blake, or it could have been Sunset herself. But the memory of that sword, of the world turning black until only Adam, red as blood, remained visible flashed before Sunset’s eyes. The memory of Ruby’s scream of pain filled her ears and made them flatten atop her head.
Rage and fear battled within her soul. She wanted to run. She wanted to kill Adam.
She wished Pyrrha were here.
“I’ve got no issue with killing; I just prefer to do as little of it as necessary,” Torchwick replied. “If there is someone in there-”
“Then they will pay for associating with traitors to our cause,” Adam declared. “You’ve arranged everything with the cops, right?”
“Yeah, sure, they won’t respond to any calls from around here,” Torchwick muttered.
“Good,” Adam said, with relish in his voice. “Then it doesn’t matter if Tukson has one guest or twenty. Everyone inside that store dies tonight.” Sunset heard the sound – or perhaps she imagined that she could hear the sound – of a blade being drawn. “Thus ever to traitors.”
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So the infamous calm before the storm? First I thought they would be the "Wu & Blake" duo who infiltrates the recruitment base. Guess they take the new one with the stolen Dust instead.
Ah, the Bale Batman is strong with Sunset.
There are actually a few distinct instances where MLP teleportation has been done without the need for line-of-sight, and even a few cases where it has been very long-range. I suppose that without a horn, Sunset needs the assistance of line-of-sight to compensate until she can hone herself enough to do so again without it.
I thought of this scene when i read the interrogation scene.
*tutelage
Sunset must have read a lot of Batmare comics growing up.
This was very interesting. And with this interrogation approach, the chaos that was caused by interrupting the meeting never occurred like in canon. I'm surprised that Sun never tried to follow Blake and Sunset though.
I like these two as a team. They are both capable of working in the shadows and being aggressive when the need occurs. This will be a fun arc
So then they went out for burgers and caught a late night comedy act. Just as a cover for their other activities, of course.
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Three possibilities I've thought of:
1. They're just taking a risk.
2. They have the location being teleported to already marked in some way.
3. They're combining other spells along with teleportation for a safer transit. Spells that check for a safe area.
Any of these explanations could work in this story, maybe all at once, and would explain why Sunset would say that she can't teleport without sight. It's risky, she's not prepared, or she can't do enough of the required spells at once without exhausting herself. Besides that, she might not want to reveal the true extent of her abilities to Blake for various reasons.
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I considered that, and I considered having Cinder follow them as well, but I thought that it made Sunset and Blake look a bit incompetent that they didn't realise they were being followed.
given free rein and Adam’s authority to do as they pleased
Killers with free rein
1. Reign.
2. Reign.
As her moms that's a natural logic, even if it isn't right
I'm sorry I'm just gushing at this point
I still don't know how I feel about your portrayal of Ruby as an actual child (maybe even younger than she actually is by behavior but I digress) rather than the decisive team leader that she becomes in canon.
To be fair though, I might be with a volumes 4 through 7 and beyond mindset. After The Fall of Beacon it was way harder to think of her as a 15 year old... I kinda thought of her as a 16 y/o by Volume 6 to be honest
Self Depreciating Humor. I think that might be new for Sunset. I love the dialogue, both itself and for what it says about Sunset being willing to admit that, at least to those she holds close.
In another universe, Sunset Shimmer becomes Batwoman. And Twilight Sparkle is still a goody girlscout Superwoman
All around, we get some good Blake and Sunset plotting going on here with this arc, and some more Pyrrah. I hate to leave it at just "good" but a fair bit of it is setup for next chapter.
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Please tell me what story has sunset bat woman and twilight super woman.
Uh-oh. Sunset, grab Blake and Tukson and GET THE BUCK OUT OF THERE!
Dead? I am just saying that the path of a silver warrior is not what Pyrhha thinks it is.
Oh shit Torchwick.
OH SHIT Adam!
And even Neo! Mmmmaybe.
Sun! God damnit Sun.