Uncomfortable Truth (New)
Uncomfortable Truth
Blake bent down to start unloading her clothes from one of the large washing machines that filled up the laundry room in the dorm room basement. Five such washing machines, along with two tumble dryers, ran along the right-hand wall of the room, while the other side was taken up with wooden hanging racks for drying clothes out on, if that was preferred, or airing clothes that had been ironed. Unfortunately, there wasn’t an actual airing cupboard anywhere in the dormitory. A pair of ironing boards lay propped up against the wall, waiting.
“It looks weird, you wearing your uniform on a Sunday,” Sunset said as she grabbed one of the ironing boards and set it up. The metal legs crackled and groaned as Sunset lowered them into place.
“I didn’t exactly come here with a lot of clothes,” Blake murmured.
“I… have never noticed that before,” Sunset admitted. “How come I never noticed that before?”
Blake, still bent over, looked around at her. “Do you really want the answer to that?”
“Probably not,” Sunset conceded. “You should have mentioned it; we could have… gone shopping or something. We still could.”
“Thanks,” Blake said, a touch of amusement creeping into her voice. “But I’ll pass. There are ways that I’d rather spend time with you than shopping for clothes.”
“Me too, but it seems like you could do with them,” Sunset pointed out.
“I’ve managed just fine so far,” Blake pointed out, turning her attention away from Sunset and towards the washing machine. She had changed out of her mucky outfit just as soon as she and TTSS got back from Badger’s Drift, and left her stuff in the washing machine while she went up to the SAPR dorm room to do some more work with Pyrrha on their essay. Now, a couple of hours later, she was back to put her stuff in the dryer, at which point, there might be time for a little more work with Pyrrha if she was still willing.
Or perhaps she would wait with Sunset while the latter got her ironing out of the way.
Either way, the first thing was to actually get her stuff out of the washing machine. Blake pulled on the latch and opened up the door to find that someone had beaten her down here.
Someone who had painted ‘Terrorist Scum!’ in lurid blood red across her white blouse.
Blake held up her blouse, the only blouse she had, in both hands. “Please tell me this will come off in another wash.”
Sunset was looking down at a pair of jeans and had to look up, asking, “What will come-?” The words died on her lips.
Both Blake and Sunset were silent for a moment, a silence shattered by the crack of Sunset kicking one leg of the ironing board hard enough to make it topple over onto its side, the iron falling with it.
“Be careful,” Blake warned. “Those things are fragile.”
“Do I look like I care?” Sunset snapped, stepping over the fallen ironing board. “That little… hasn’t she learned her lesson yet? Is she a glutton for punishment or something?”
“Who?” Blake asked.
“Bon Bon, who else?” Sunset demanded, her ears flattening down on top of her head. “She needs another, then she’s going to get another lesson, and-”
“Bon Bon?” Blake repeated. “Sunset, what are you talking about?” she asked, although she had a bad feeling that she knew exactly what Sunset was talking about. “What did you do?”
“What did I do?” Sunset said. “Bon Bon is the one who vandalised our door, and I’ll bet she’s the one who did this too.”
“And what did you do?” Blake asked once again, her tone firmer now. “You were Anon-a-Miss, weren’t you?”
Sunset was silent for a moment, which said a great deal in its own right, because if it was not her, then why would she not simply deny it? Why not say ‘no’? Why stand there so sullen, thrusting her hands into her pockets, looking away from Blake, unless she had done it but didn’t wish to say so.
“Say it, Sunset,” Blake urged. “If you think that what you did was right, then you should have no problem having the courage to say so, and if you think that you did was wrong-”
“It wasn’t!” Sunset growled. “She had it coming.”
“Who, Lyra?” Blake asked, her voice like iron. “Lyra didn’t do anything.”
“No, but Bon Bon did.”
“So you got back at her by punishing her friend who didn’t do anything wrong?!” Blake cried. “That’s ridiculous! It’s worse than ridiculous; it’s wrong! How could you?”
“I did this for you.”
“No!” Blake snapped. “No, I will not have that. I have spent too long having people tell me that they’re doing terrible things ‘for me’ or ‘so I don’t have to,’ and it wasn’t true when he said it, and it’s not true now!” Blake’s whole body trembled. “Have the guts to admit that you did this because you felt offended, and no lies about protecting me.”
Sunset stared at her, eyes wide. “I’m not Adam,” she said quietly.
“No,” Blake conceded. “But that fact alone doesn’t make you a good person. I don’t belong to you, Sunset; an attack on me isn’t an attack on you, you don’t get to be angry on my behalf, you don’t get to respond on my behalf, you don’t get to take revenge on my behalf.”
“It was my door too; am I allowed to get upset about that?”
“If you must, but leave me out of it!” Blake shouted. “I didn’t ask for you to hurt Lyra, I didn’t ask for you to try and get back at Bon Bon, and I won’t have you pretend that you were driven by concern for me.”
Sunset scowled. “Just because it’s not a form of concern that you like doesn’t mean it’s not concern. And why do you care that Lyra had her secrets shared across the school?”
“Because I’m in this position because I had my secrets shared across the school!” Blake reminded her. Loudly.
Sunset looked down at the ground, scuffing her foot back and forth. “Right. Of course. But that-“
“Worked out in the end?” Blake demanded. She held up her blouse once more. “Not completely.”
Sunset looked at the garment and the words that had been sprayed onto it. “I wanted to warn her off,” she said. “I wanted to send her a message.”
“It doesn’t seem to have taken,” Blake said acidly. “If I need your help, I’ll ask for it. As I have done before. As I didn’t do this time.”
Sunset was quiet for a moment. “You can’t expect me to just let you face this alone.”
“Better that than what you call help,” Blake replied. “If you don’t realise that what you did was wrong, then… if you really are my friend, if what I want matters to you at all, if you really are different from Adam, then I want you to promise me something. Promise me that you won’t do anything about this. Promise me that you’ll let it go.”
“While you do what?” Sunset demanded. “Let them keep biting at you?”
“If that’s my choice,” Blake said.
Sunset wrinkled her nose. Her tail twitched behind her.
“Promise me, Sunset,” Blake insisted.
Sunset sucked in through her teeth. “Fine,” she said. “I promise. Nothing… nothing will come of this on my account.”
“Thank you,” Blake whispered. “I… it was wrong, you see that, don’t you? What you did, it wasn’t right?”
Sunset didn’t say anything for a moment. She turned away. “I’ll do my ironing later,” she said and stalked out of the laundry room. Blake heard her footsteps outside, moving away until she didn’t hear them any more.
I guess that’s a no, then.
How can you be so charming one moment and so ugly the next?
She was reminded of what Starlight had said: two souls, fighting for control over the body.
Blake let out a sigh as she picked up the falling ironing board and set it up against the wall. She put the iron away as well, before returning her attention to her own laundry and to the vandalised blouse. It would need re-washing, which would mean going back to get her detergent again. Which would mean explaining to Yang and the others.
I’ll just tell them my clothes were so filthy that they need more than one wash to get the stains out.
Hopefully, they’ll believe it.
This would mean leaving her clothes there for longer, and Blake was a little concerned about the fact that she might come back to even worse vandalism, but – while she planned to stay with them while they were washing this time – there wasn’t much she could do about the need for washing powder, and so, she closed the washing machine door, with her blouse back inside, and approached the door out of the laundry room.
The doorway was barred by Bon Bon before she could step out of it.
“Blake,” she said, in a voice that was hard and a little cold.
“Bon Bon,” Blake replied, her own tone even and without emotion. “Excuse me, please.”
Bon Bon didn’t move. She didn’t even give any sign that she had heard Blake speak.
Blake’s brow furrowed a little. “Let me by.”
“Have you got the message yet?” she demanded.
“So,” Blake said, “Sunset was right. It was you.” She couldn’t pretend to be too surprised, or too upset. She had lied to her teammates more than to any other students at the school, and she couldn’t affect amazement that at least one of them bore a grudge against her for that. For that matter, she knew that Bon Bon had taken the revelation about her past the hardest, so it wasn’t too much of a leap that she would take action against the object of her ire. They had never been friends; Blake had no right to treat this as some kind of a betrayal on Bon Bon’s part.
She would say that she was a little disappointed; based on what she had known of Bon Bon, she had thought the other girl was better than this.
It seems that we were both hiding who we really are.
“It’s the very least that you deserve,” Bon Bon said.
“Haven’t you heard?” Blake asked. “I was an Atlesian agent the entire time.”
“Don’t give me that!” Bon Bon snapped. “You were never any servant of Atlas; you were a criminal, a terrorist, a killer, and as far as I’m concerned, you’re still all those things.”
“Then you’re wrong,” Blake declared.
“I don’t think so.”
“Just because you think it doesn’t make it true,” Blake insisted. “I am a huntress in training, just like you-”
“You’re nothing like me!” Bon Bon snarled.
“No,” Blake murmured. “I suppose I’m not.” She hesitated, silent for a little while. “I… I’m sorry about what Sunset did to Lyra; she shouldn’t have been caught up in our quarrel. I didn’t ask for her to-”
“Sunset will pay for what she did,” Bon Bon vowed, “but at least she didn’t slit Lyra’s throat like you-”
“I would never have hurt Lyra or any other member of Team Bluebell!” Blake cried. “Nor any student at this school! I… I am more than what you think I am.”
Bon Bon folded her arms. “You may have fooled Rainbow Dash and Twilight Sparkle, you may have fooled Pyrrha and Ruby, you might even have fooled Professor Ozpin and General Ironwood, but you haven’t fooled me.”
Blake took a deep breath. Clearly Bon Bon was beyond reasoning with on this point. “So,” she said, “have you come to give me the rest of what I deserve?”
Bon Bon’s lips curled into a sneer. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d like me to humiliate myself in front of your skill, give you an excuse to fight back because I threw the first punch? You must think I’m an idiot.”
“I don’t think that,” Blake said softly. “I think you’re a product of this world.”
“I’m looking out for the people who matter to me. I’m doing what’s right.”
“A lot of people think that; it doesn’t make it so,” Blake replied.
“You mean your terrorist friends?” Bon Bon demanded. She shook her head. “Our ancestors were stupid for making your people slaves. They should have exterminated you while they had the chance.”
Blake’s eyes widened. “What did you say?”
“I said you people have caused nothing but trouble,” Bon Bon yelled. “Let’s forget about the White Fang for a moment, all the people that you kill, all the people you kidnap, all the things that you steal, all the businesses your burn down-“
“The White Fang are not the faunus-”
“So you say, and let’s forget about them for a minute; what do you people actually do?” Bon Bon demanded. “What good are you? What do the faunus do for the kingdoms other than moan and whine about how bad they have it? I mean give it a rest already!”
Blake found that her hands were curling up into fists by her side. Her breathing came slowly and more heavily. She had heard all this before, as a child growing up, moving around the four kingdoms with her parents; she had heard it when she was living in Mistral as part of the White Fang chapter there. She had heard it all before, but now, coming after the tolerance, the acceptance that she’d received at Beacon, from Team SAPR, from Yang, Ren, and Nora, from the Atlesians… it was like the old scars that she had carried on her soul had faded, and these new attacks, here in what she had come to think of as a safe haven.
“All that we ask,” she said, her words coming in harsh fits and starts, “are the same rights that you take for granted.”
“You don’t deserve the same rights as us,” Bon Bon sneered. “You’re just a bunch of animals!”
“Stop it!” Blake yelled. “That’s not true!”
“You belong in-”
“Drop it!” snapped the voice that Blake recognised as belonging to Starlight Glimmer, as Bon Bon’s words were cut off by a masculine cry of pain from outside the laundry room.
There was the sound of something hitting the floor, followed by Cardin saying, “Hey! Let go of me already!”
“I don’t think so,” Starlight snapped. “Come on, inside.”
Bon Bon was forced forwards by Cardin being shoved into her. They both tumbled forwards into the laundry room, causing Blake to use one of her clones to get out of the way. She reappeared on top of a washing machine as Starlight Glimmer – wearing her Atlas uniform and balancing a bundle of clothes in one arm – and Trixie Lulamoon – dressed as she had been for the mission, cape and all – followed Cardin and Bon Bon through the door.
“Trixie?” Blake asked. “Starlight?”
“Hello again, Blake Belladonna,” Trixie said, her voice rolling up and down like the tide.
“Hey, Blake,” Starlight said with a slight smile upon her face. “You need any help?”
“Uh, I’m not sure,” Blake murmured. “What are you two doing here?”
“The Grrreat and Powwwerful Trrrixie can always tell when a friend is in need,” Trixie declared.
Blake stared at her.
“Plus, Starlight has laundry after crawling through that drain,” Trixie added, in a less grandiloquent tone, “and all the machines in our building were already in use.”
“So,” Starlight said, brandishing a scroll in one hand, “let me guess: you were hoping to goad Blake into starting a fight which you would then capture on video as proof of what a savage animal she is.” She glanced at Blake. “No offence, I’m just-”
“Trying to capture their words, yes, I know,” Blake acknowledged.
“So?" Starlight demanded. “Do I have it right?”
“Bon Bon, I’m astonished!” Trixie cried melodramatically. Her smile was a little sly as she continued, “What would Twilight Sparkle say if she heard your spouting such foul sentiments?”
“I didn’t mean it,” Bon Bon protested. “I was only saying it to get a rise out of her.”
“I’m not sure that would make much difference,” Starlight growled. She turned her attention to Cardin. “And you-”
“She doesn’t belong here!” Cardin snapped.
“Blake helped save an entire village today,” Trixie declared. “She was almost as much of a hero as the Great and Powerful Trixie!” She flung out one hand, and a single miniature firework burst above her open palm. “What have you done recently?”
Cardin growled. “She’s White Fang! You’re from Atlas, you should-”
“Should what?” Starlight snarled with a ferocity that silenced him. “Should hate faunus? Should judge people just because of how they were born?”
Trixie folded her arms. “Besides, Blake Belladonna was an Atlesian spy infiltrating the White Fang. Any idiot knows that.”
“You can’t possibly believe that, Trixie!” Bon Bon cried. “That’s obviously just a cover story they made up!”
“Oh, really. Can you prove that?”
“I…” Bon Bon hesitated for a moment. She let out a wordless hiss of irritation before conceding, “No. No, I can’t.”
“It doesn’t matter if we can prove it or not!” Cardin snarled. “Every word that she said is true: they’re just a bunch of filthy animals; they don’t deserve to live amongst civilised people.”
“There’s nothing civilised about you or your attitudes,” Starlight said, throwing Cardin’s scroll at him and forcing him to catch it clumsily with both hands. “I think you ought to leave. Now.” She took a step forward, her blue eyes narrowing. “And if I hear any more about you giving Blake a hard time, then what Sunset Shimmer might do will be nothing compared to what I do to you two! Now beat it!”
They retreated, Bon Bon swiftly and Cardin with more reluctance, but they both left. Cardin slammed the door shut behind him, leaving Blake, Trixie, and Starlight in the room.
“If I came on too strong on your behalf, I’m sorry,” Starlight said. “I just can’t stand people like that.”
“I’m not sure that I’d want you to actually do anything to them,” Blake murmured. “But… thank you, for sticking up for me. Especially since we only really met today.”
Starlight smiled. “Sometimes, a day is all it takes. Especially when it’s a day like we’ve had. A day where you did really good.”
“Trixie meant what she said; you were almost as impressive as I am,” Trixie said. “And that’s not praise that the Great and Powerful Trixie accords to just anyone.”
Blake chuckled, covering her mouth with one hand. “I’m duly appreciative.”
“You’d better be,” Trixie replied haughtily.
Starlight shook her head. “You did good out there today, Blake. A little crazy, but good. Not many people would have the guts to pull a stunt like that.”
Blake shrugged her shoulders as she hopped down off the washing machine. She noticed that, resting on top of Starlight’s bundle of clothes, was a box of detergent. “Do you mind if I borrow a little of that?”
“How would you give it back?” Trixie asked.
“Right,” Blake murmured. “Can I have a little of that?”
“Of course,” Starlight said. “Need another wash to get those stains out?”
“Bon Bon and Cardin left me with a couple of extra stains,” Blake informed them.
Starlight frowned. “And you still don’t want anything to be done to them?”
“It’s not worth it,” Blake replied.
Starlight set her clothes and washing powder down on top of one of the machines. “It’s not, or you’re not.”
Blake blinked. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you were lucky today,” Starlight explained. “Very lucky. If you had had a little less aura left, the blast would have killed you.”
“So long as the people survived, it would have been worth it.”
Starlight and Trixie looked at one another. Starlight said, “It can’t be easy, being here, after everything you’ve been through.”
“You could say that.”
“I suppose you have an idea of who you’re supposed to be, and the fact that other people don’t see you that way makes you desperate to prove to them that you are that person, that you’re more than what they think you are,” Trixie said. “Trust us, we get it.”
“And yet, you also think I’m crazy,” Blake pointed out.
“Does it matter if everyone finally believes you’re the hero you are in your own head once you’re too dead for them to admit it?” Trixie asked.
“It’s not about that,” Blake insisted.
Trixie raised her eyebrows.
“People’s lives were at stake!” Blake cried. “Isn’t that something worth dying for?”
“Sure,” Starlight agreed. “But most people wouldn’t be so… lacking in hesitation. Most people wouldn’t be so quick to let their antagonists walk away without consequence.”
Blake grasped at her honour band with her other hand. “I’m a faunus,” she said. “I’m a faunus who half the school believes used to be a member of the White Fang. I have to be twice as brave, twice as fearless, twice as forgiving in order to get half as much credit as a human would. That’s something I don’t think either of you could understand.”
“I understand what it’s like to be feared and hated,” Starlight said. “To be met with mistrust simply because of who I am.”
Blake thought for a moment. She thought about her own reaction to Starlight’s hand going anywhere near her. “Your… I’m sorry, it’s just-”
“Semblance-stealing semblances aren’t cute, I know,” Starlight finished. “There’s something not right about them. Something… evil. So I’ve been told.”
Blake closed her eyes. “Like I said, I’m sorry. I didn’t… I can’t imagine how much I-”
“It’s fine,” Starlight said, “I’m used to it.”
“That doesn’t make it right that I should become one more in a long line of people to make the same assumptions about you that I hate when people make about me,” Blake said. “Although it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve made thoughtless assumptions about others around here.”
“So we’ve heard,” Trixie said dryly.
Blake laughed nervously. “You asked Twilight about me before the mission?”
“Well, you were going to be part of our team,” Starlight explained.
“And yet, you still defended me?”
“Of course we did!” Starlight declared. “You’re one of us now.”
“I’m actually not,” Blake pointed out. “At least, not yet. Maybe not ever.”
Trixie smirked. “Just give it time,” she said. “You are one of us, Blake Belladonna; you just haven’t accepted it yet.”
I’m not so sure about that, Sunset thought, as she lurked out of sight. Specifically, she was lurking in the boiler room just down the corridor, suffering from surprisingly little excess heat.
She had seen Bon Bon coming before Bon Bon saw her, and seen the looming form of Cardin Winchester behind her, and since Sunset had no interest in an open confrontation with them – not because she was afraid of those two clowns, but because she wasn’t sure that Blake would believe she hadn’t started it – and so, she had scrambled into the boiler room with the door only slightly ajar, so that she was not seen as she squatted in the gloom with the boilers, but she could hear what was going on not far away.
It had been clear to her – as it had been clear to the Atlesian student Starlight Glimmer – what Cardin and Bon Bon had, between them, been up to. Unlike Starlight, Sunset had not made any move to intervene to help Blake deal with it. After all, Blake had already made it very clear that she didn’t want Sunset’s help. She wanted to deal with things on her own. Very well then, let her deal with it.
That… that was unfair. And unkind. And an intentional misreading of what Blake had said. But what Blake said had hurt. It had been a slap in the face to Sunset’s pride, and that wounded pride didn’t much feel like putting itself out there for Blake again so soon if its only reward was to be compared to Adam and told that she was a bad person for caring about a friend.
But at the same time, she was Blake’s friend. She was Blake’s friend even if Blake herself thought ill of Sunset, and so – while she had not gone to Blake’s aid – she had gotten out her scroll and recorded everything.
She wondered how Skystar would feel to hear her cousins described as ‘filthy animals.’
She had had nothing before. That was, no doubt, why Cardin had felt confident to be so brazen about Blake: he knew that Sunset couldn’t prove that he was a racist, at least not to the satisfaction of a girl who was besotted with him, and so, he thought her toothless and scorned her threats.
Well, he wouldn’t be so quick to scorn now, would he?
In the darkness, Sunset pondered her next move. She could confront Cardin with what she had and try to wring some advantage out of him… no. No, that would be to make the same mistake that Cardin had made with Jaune; that would only demonstrate a different kind of powerlessness, borne out of an unwillingness to cede her power and inflict the ultimate sanction on him. No, if she was going to use this, then she would have to use it, sending it to Skystar and possibly others.
But if she wheeled out Anon-a-Miss again, then Rainbow might take it poorly… or she might not, considering the egregious racism on display.
Or Sunset could not risk it and simply send the recording to Skystar. That would be less anonymous, but it would protect her from Rainbow’s wrath.
It might not, however, protect her from Blake. Blake had extracted a promise from Sunset and would probably expect Sunset to hold to it no matter what. She was, after all, that kind of person.
Do I want to help Blake, or do I want to keep Blake as my friend?
And is there a way I can do both?
She could, Sunset considered, do the whole thing anonymously – actually anonymously, not Anon-a-Miss-ly, har har – by sending the tape to the press. Assuming that the First Councillor’s daughter was actually someone they cared about, which was something Sunset wasn’t certain of at present.
And besides, while that might have the desired effect, the problem with anonymity was that the person you were getting back at didn’t know it was you. And if they didn’t know, then what was the point of revenge?
Yes, you theoretically got them back for whatever they had done, but it wasn’t enough that they be punished, that they suffer for their actions; they needed to know, even – especially – if they couldn’t prove it, that it was you, whom they had thought they could offend with impunity, that had struck back against their hubris.
They needed to know the debt was paid, or else it felt empty.
But is it worth losing Blake just for the satisfaction?
No. No, it isn’t?
Is it worth going against her will to help her out?
I… I don’t know.
So Sunset lurked in the darkness, and pondered upon the morality of revenge.
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I will say... at least Sunset understands that what she's doing isn't in the name of some twisted version of justice. She's doing it fundamentally for herself in order to avenge her wounded sense of pride and entitlement. Blake's right, Sunset didn't so much do it for her as it was 'Blake is one of my people, how dare they attack what is mine and expect to get away with it!'
Of course, Blake is... somewhat wrong as well, but in a more tragic manner. Namely, if there are no consequences taken against those who belittle and torment her... they're never going to stop because why should they? There is literally no downside for them being racist dicks in their eyes.
Also I find it privately hilarious that Bonbon is the original Miss Anon-a-miss. Very much a two faced bitch.
What Cardin and Bon Bon did is still a severe violation of Beacon Academy’s zero tolerance policy. In this case, coming forward with information about it to the Headmaster and others is an obligation. It would almost certainly lead to suspension and that alone would cause word to get out about their actions.
That’s why I’m surprised and disappointed that Starlight didn’t do anything with the video evidence of racism, confession to vandalism, threats of genocide and attempt to incite violence at school that Cardin so conveniently recorded.
Hello, I am lord Feunoyr of fanfiction.net.
I honestly thought like some on Spacebattles than it was actually Emerald and not Cardin, I really want to see Sunset make Bon Bon and Cardin pay.
I don't care if it's not "the way of the protagonist" Sunset should listen to the dark side (and honestly, I would had like than Cinder was the actual remnant equivalent of Sunset, although with some different rules than others since they are so similar yet so different) do nothing would be being a pushover.
Make Skystar discover than Cardin is a racist and a bully, it is the right thing to do anyway, the thing to do with bully is destroy their lives until they fear you, and the Cardin than Skystar know is a lie anyway.
Also, Bon Bon openly insulted Blake and say than the Faunus should have been whipe out of the face of Remnant, this alongside what she had done to Blake make her deserve to pay the price.
Sunset shouldn't apologise for the retribution, the punishment is well deserved, she should watch them fall and be glorified (yes, this is a reference to Lionized ), consequences be damned.
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What was your previous post (the deleted one) saying ?
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I agree with you here, this situation is quite different to the previous one. Sunset was wrong in hurting an innocent to get revenge on Bon Bon, but in this case they have the evidence to do everything by the book and punish them as they should, it is their moral obligation to do so.
And Skystar should definitely learn about this, she has the right to know what his boyfriend is doing behind her back and the only reason noone has told her anything yet is because Cardin made a promise to Sunset, and he has broken it.
The quote is from the chapter Return to Vale (New)
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You know, I was going to mention your post on Spacebattles speaking about that.
Indeed, the betrayal of Cardin promise made this even more rightful, also, Sunset is respected by Skystar, and the fact than Cardin had allie himself with someone who want to hurt Sunset, who had saved him (which is the reason why Skystar hold Sunset in high regards) make the reveal far more likely to make Skystar angry against Cardin.
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Precisely what I was thinking of, thank you! Sunset gave him fair warning. He should know what comes next.
And either way, Skystar deserves better than someone who actively despises and attacks what she believes in behind her back.
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She is a two-faced bitch, she work for Salem and act as if she is a good person and cared about Blake at first but it was "big bad Blake" fault for not trusting her bad sick joke of a team.
This is just a other example.
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It will also embarrass First Councilor Novo for taking such a liking to Cardin as he was dating her daughter, not to mention encouraging him to ‘watch’ Blake Belladonna.
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Oh, hi!
So, now that we're on a forum where links are allowed, here is a panel of that comic I told you about where Neon Katt is a faunus supremacist. Unfortunately I still don't know where it's from.
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Honestly, when I see how she act in canon, I don't think this is true.
I meant, the comics have Willow being a vain obnoxious hypocrit and toxic mother to Weiss, and even this have more logic from what we had learned about her before volume 7.
I truly despise bully and racists, I not only think than Sunset should send it to Skystar and to Ozpin, but also personally beat Bon Bon and Cardin to a pulp, let the hate guide her magic.
A Hero must destroy evil persons, and racist are evil persons, the double-faced ones are even worse.
Also, as a Faunus (although not like Blake, but you know, details) it is even more logic.
While I don't think I have the exact same motivation as Sunset, I kinda do want her to use this footage in some manner.
I think Mastermind4892 has the perfect idea, coming forward with the video to the Headmaster would be an excellent way to put them in their place while it being a lot closer to simple karma than revenge... Although they did talk about Sunset being Anon in that video as well. However, I think Blake would appreciate Sunset's inevitable apology that would come out of that, if the video was given to the Headmaster.
That is not to say that Skystar should be left out of the loop, at the very least she should be informed, let Cardin try and explain himself.
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I agree that some of the stuff in the comics - by the way, I've been informed that that panel is from Blake's anthology manga - is a bit weird and doesn't fit the show, in Neon's case I think it adds an interesting new dimension to her character.
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I think than she could do it for a sort of show, she pretend to be racist for screw with the bigots and mock the Atlas-boner than the Atlesians have (including Rainbow) about how Atlas is the "greatest" Kingdom.
Maybe it's could be her reason in your story, especially since she seem to like to screw with Rainbow, it could be logic as a sort of bitterness due to the fanatism in Atlas and a possible annoyance of the incitation to the huntsmans and huntresses to join the military of the regime and with a bitterness of how Rainbow seem to prefer act like the good little dog of the Army (like when she was pushing Blake to not act against any potential racist officers) then doing what is right ?
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Did I miss something? Where did we learn Bon-Bon was the original Anon?
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Maybe it was a misunderstood between the whole anon-a-miss thing and the fact than BonBon had write something on Blake clothes and the door of SAPR before.
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It was literally just an accidental posting of an apostrophe. Oops.
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So, what do you think of what I had said ? Since (except scipio) no one had answered me (even when I was answering them) I don't know what others think of what I had said.
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I think everyone around here pretty much agrees with you if you read what they said.
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So, without spoiling too much, what is the level of Bon Bon comparate to Blake ? In fact, between SAPR, YRBN, DLBL (what is the name of the previously name team BLBL now than they have Dove ?), and Weiss team (they are really underused, I don't even remember their name or the last time they were relevant as a team), what is the level ? Between the 16, what is the order from the strongest to the weakest ?
All of Sunset’s character development from the Vol 1 chapters is going down the drain, so sad, and it all started when Cinder suggested the idea of exposing Blake
Damn, that verbal beatdown to Sunset felt good. Necessary too, as she was returning to her old ways. All she has done is get Bon Bon and Cardin on the same terms regarding Blake.
There are a lot of interesting places such a statement could go. Philosophical debates, moral dilemmas, narrative atmosphere. Oooh, that's just a beautiful line.
Hmm... Sunset is backsliding pretty quickly. I’m kind of surprised she’s not catching herself on that, but then again, revenge. That and it’s sometimes hard to be a guile hero without slipping off the heroic road.