Sins of the Future

by The Layman

After Team RWBY put an end to the Breach incident, they thought the worst was behind them. But when they find a mysterious woman in the rubble during a cleanup operation, they find out that recent events were only the tip of the proverbial iceberg. And why does this woman look like an older version of Ruby? Inspired by "Remnant's Reclaimer" by Hysterical Clerical Hijinks. [HIATUS]

11. This is gonna hurt

A/N at the bottom.

Theme song for the chapter: This Is Gonna Hurt by Sixx:A.M.

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"Alright girls!" Crimson announced. After the symphony she found a vacant warehouse a little bit removed from the Festival grounds, stating that she'd start on the girls training for the tournament. "I know I haven't exactly been 'orthodox' in training you so far-"

"You left us in the middle of a pack of Beowolves," Weiss reminded the older version of her team leader, "I still have the sore muscles to prove it."

"*bark!*" Zwei barked.

"But! ...now the kid gloves are coming off." She cracked her neck and slammed a fist into her palm, "However, before I can help any of you improve, I'm gonna need to know what things need improving. So, for the next ten minutes, I want all of you to attack me, doing anything you can think of to trip me up." She grinned a conniving, evil looking grin, "And as an added incentive, whoever manages to knock me out gets to make me do one embarrassing thing of their choice, which I can't refuse no matter what."

"Anything?" Yang asked, her eyebrow raised.

Crimson nodded in confirmation. "Yep; anything! Within the bounds of basic decency of course." She slipped into a fighting stance, making the "come at me!" motion, "Nine minutes, forty-five seconds…"

Needing no further urging, Yang launched herself at her sister [future], a manic grin plastered on her face at the thought of finally seeing Crimson brought down a peg. She swung a wild right hook at the woman's face, hoping to give herself an early advantage and blind her, but Crimson effortlessly dodged out of the way before Yang's fist could connect, quickly following it up with a chop to the back of Yang's neck.

"Note to self," the future warrior said aloud, "Yang is impulsive and attacks without thinking-"

She immediately clapped her hands above her head, catching the blade of Gambol Shroud in them.

"...and Blake is predictable." Using only her upper body strength she tossed Blake to the side and wrenching her weapon out of her grasp, shifting Gambol into its gun mode before tossing it back to its owner. She dusted her hands off and was about to face her younger self when she suddenly found she couldn't move. She looked down and saw that her feet were being held to the floor by a black glyph. Then, when she looked back up, she saw a smirking Weiss holding Myrtenaster, the Dust chamber in the middle spinning to the light blue Dust. The heiress swung her weapon along to ground, and a path of ice began to spike its way towards Crimson.

Just as the ice threatened to ensnare the elder Rose in its cold grasp she rammed her fist into it, causing it to shatter and break into hundreds of pieces. She immediately followed up the first punch with a second, sending one of the shards of ice back towards its source, which in this case was Weiss. She yelped and swatted the ice out of the way before it hit her, and turned back just in time to see Crimson standing directly in front of her.

Crimson then grabbed her by the lapels of her bolero jacket and lifted her off the the ground.

"OK, you put too much faith in your own abilities, plus you're easily distracted." She dropped Weiss unceremoniously on her behind and tapped her foot, waiting for the next attack. "Come on out, Mini Me!" she called, "It's no use, I know exactly what you're thinking!" Suddenly an idea came to her, "...I still have those cookies on me."

Almost immediately Ruby barreled straight for her older self, furiously swinging Crescent Rose in an attempt to retrieve the fabled cookies. She effortlessly dodged her younger counterpart's attacks without much thought, either because Ruby was just that easy to read or because she was essentially fighting herself.

Was I really that obsessed with cookies? she wondered, as she reflexively juked to the right.

"You're also easily distracted, and too easy to manipulate" she said aloud as Ruby shifted Crescent Rose to its sniper form. She fired round after round at Crimson, only the woman to dodge each and everyone of them with short, controlled bursts of her Semblance.

Needless to say, Ruby was getting a little annoyed that all of her shots were missing.

"Why! Won't! You! Stand! Still!" she said, punctuating each word with a pull of the trigger.

Crimson merely chuckled and zipped behind the younger crimsonette. She reached over Ruby's shoulder and twisted Crescent Rose out of her grasp, shifting it back to a scythe.

She then held it high over Ruby's head, grinning as the fifteen year old Huntress futilely trying to jump up to get it.

Meanwhile, Weiss cast her clockwork glyph on Blake, who launched herself towards Crimson (who was still gleefully teasing Ruby). She held Gambol Shroud in one hand and its cleaver sheath in the other, swinging them in the hopes of catch her off guard while she was tormenting her younger self.

Unfortunately, Crimson saw her coming, kicking Ruby out of the way and bringing out her own, deadlier Crescent Rose in scythe form. She quickly parried Blake's strike and leaped back, avoiding the follow up flurry of blows the young Faunus dealt.

"Not bad," the recently appointed teacher praised, "a bit of creative thinking! Unfortunately…" She countered with her own barrage swings, Blake barely managing to parry or dodge. "Never try to beat a speedster at their own game!" She blocked a two handed attack from Blake while tossing Ruby's Crescent Rose back to its owner, casually swatted Blake away, and switched her Crescent Rose to its sniper form, firing rounds at Weiss (she squeaked while trying to dodge them).

"That was a cheap shot!" Yang shouted, charging the older woman with her Semblance fully activated. She roared as she threw a wild Haymaker, nearly demolishing the future Cresent Rose in the process.

"All's fair in Love and War, Sister Dear!~" Crimson was holding Yang's fist back with her left hand, using the right to shift Future Cres to Sniper Mode. "Thems' the breaks!"

She was about to fire a round off (with her Semblance on Yang would be perfectly fine, save for some slight soreness) when the weapon suddenly flew out of her hand.

"Just tell me where the cookies are," Ruby said, chambering another round, "and no one else has to get hurt!"

"Hmm, maybe you and I should have a talk about that cookie addiction of yours…," the battle hardened Huntress mused, casually holding her sister at bay.

Faster than any of the girls could follow, Crimson flung one of her knives at Ruby, sticking it in Crescent Rose so that it jammed up the trigger mechanism. She then drew one of her pistols and emptied its clip at Yang, knocking the blonde back in surprise.

"Not bad so far," she praised, "but there's still about five minutes left on the clock, let's see what you girls are really capable of!"

"Weiss!" Yang called out, "Freezer Burn!"

"On it!" the heiress replied, plunging Myrtenaster into the ground and causing a circle of ice to spread over the floor. Yang then ran over to epicenter and punched it; with her Semblance active the impact caused all the ice to instantaneously evaporate into steam, immediately filling the empty space of the warehouse. Crimson once again found herself rooted to the floor with Weiss's glyph.

OK then, she thought, this is better, but it's the same tactic we used against that Paladi-

She was cut off by the familiar sound of Crescent Rose being fired, ducking just before her younger self sailed overhead, crashing into some discarded boxes when she missed her target.

"You almost had me with that one," Crimson said as Ruby untangled herself from her crater, "I thought Blake would be the one to attack me there."

"Burning Thorn!" Ruby shouted.

"Burning what?" Crimson asked before she realized what was going on; Ruby shifted Crescent Rose so the scythe blade was parallel to the shaft, holding the whole thing out to the side. Weiss switched to her red Dust and crossed blades with Cres, igniting both weapons. Weiss then leaped back and Yang delivered a massive punch to the weapon, sending it and its wielder spinning. Weiss created a series of glyphs that directed Ruby towards her older self.

Now Crimson was actually starting to get worried.

Thinking quickly, she threw another of her knives in Ruby's path. Because of the uncontrolled spinning and the small size of the knife Ruby tripped over it before Weiss could properly redirect her trajectory and the young team leader went tumbling into another pile of boxes, the flames on her weapon nearly nicking the edges of Crimson's hair as she tilted her head to the side.

"I'm not gonna lie," Crimson said as Yang and Weiss rushed over to see if their leader was OK (Yang dismissed her Semblance), "that's a new one for me." Weiss's glyph dissolved again and the older Ruby went to retrieve her weapon, "Where'd you come up with that, anyway? I don't remember ever coming up with an attack like that!"

"O-o-o-ohhhh…," Ruby little Zwei's with wings circling around her head as her sister and her partner helped her up. Zwei, who'd been content to let the humans (and Faunus) fight with each other, now trotted up to Ruby #1 and started sniffing her. "Oh hey Zwei! ...when'd you get a brother?"

"...Yeah, that doesn't sound good?" Crimson pointed out. "That crash looked pretty gnarly; we should probably take a break until Mini Me gets her marbles sorted."

"Let's hope she doesn't get a concussion from that," Weiss remarked, "she ditzy enough as it is without adding on the possibility of brain damage."

"You know that's my sister you're talking about, Schnee," Yang growled, "I'm perfectly fine with hitting girls, don't think I won't!"

"*bark!*" said Zwei, pawing at Yang's boots.

"Huh? What is it, boy?" She looked around and noticed that they were missing a certain cat eared member of their team. "Hey, did anyone see where Blake went?"

Weiss and Crimson looked up from Ruby (she still had the Winged Zwei's fluttering around her head), each scanning the area and, upon not finding any sign of their Faunus compatriot, shrugged in response.

"The heck did she go?"

Weiss sighed condescendingly, "Um, why don't we just call her?" She held up her Scroll for emphasis.

"Good idea!" Ruby drawled, "Give the kitty a call!~"

"You do that," Crimson said to Weiss, "I'll wake Ruby up." She knelt down next to her younger self and gently held her nose closed.

"Um," Yang asked, "What are you-"

"Hold that thought." She continued to hold Ruby's nose closed for a couple more seconds while she took a large, chocolate chip cookie (plus the paper sleeve it came in) out and held it in front her face. She then let Ruby's nose go, the fifteen year old reaper shaking her head clear and focusing on the delectable treat, reflexively chomping at it.

"Where'd you learn to do that?"

"I picked it up in the future," Crimson explained, holding her younger self at arm's length as she frantically tried to reach her Precious, "you end up having to find really creative solutions when you barely have any supplies."

"...Makes sense."

"I'm not getting any signal in here," Weiss said, shutting her Scroll down. "Any other ideas?"

"About what?" Ruby asked, to which Weiss smacked her head.

"We can't seem to find Blake," Yang explained, "Crimson apparently smacked her into the stratosphere."

"The sad thing is, you might actually be right about that," Crimson admitted, blushing slightly as she sheepishly rubbed the back of her head. "Sometimes I forget how strong I actually am…."

At that moment Balke suddenly crashed through the roof, dropping directly on top of Yang.

"...found her," Yang's muffled voice came from under the Ninja like Faunus, feebly (and shakily) raising her pointer finger in the air.

Blake moaned, picking herself up off of her partner and gingerly rubbing her stomach.

"Now I know what getting punched by Yang feels like…."

"Now I know what being Jaune feels like," Yang countered, peeling herself off the floor.

"Well, that sorted itself out," Crimson chuckled, looking at her own beat up Scroll. "...and it looks like we still have a few minutes before my time limit is up; anyone still up for a little rumble?"

All four girls groaned, desperately wishing to get back to the tranquility and solace of Beacon.

Zwei just panted happily, wondering when Food time was.

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What could he possibly want to see me for? wondered Glynda as she made her way through the corridors of James's warship to his office.

She'd received a message on her Administrator type Scroll stating that the general had some matters regarding the Festival to discuss with her. It was inconvenient, since she had matters of the School to deal with (apparently word had somehow circulated that Miss Thorne would be taking a teaching position in the near future, and many of the students were submitting written requests for her to schedule matches against the older Ruby Rose) and what with Beacon playing host to all the exchange students who came for the tournament and planning lessons around what the children would be facing in said tournament, on top of the normal problems she usually dealt with (tardy and disruptive students, Faunus being bullied, ect.) it was one of the few times in her career she would consider herself as being overworked.

And while she still respected the man on a professional level, James Ironwood was not quite on her list of people that she cared to hold a conversation with at the moment.

Damn the Vale Council and their sophomoric political two-timing! she thought as she recalled the new that James had essentially relieved Ozpin of his responsibilities overseeing the Festival and it's tournament centerpiece. She knew that it was the Government's own fault that the White Fang had gotten away with causing the Breach incident (it could have easily been avoided either by sitting down with the leaders of the Faunus and coming to a mutually beneficial agreement, but when did politicians ever do the smart thing?), but that didn't mean that one of Ozpin's oldest friends and allies (and hers too, in all honesty) had to so willingly turn his back against him! So what if Ozpin liked to play the long game and kept his cards close to his chest, it was still a blatant betrayal of friendship and he knew it!

She continued to fume to herself as she reached her destination, knocking possibly a bit harder than necessary on the bulkhead door.

"Enter," she heard from the other side. Letting out a frustrated breath she smoothed down her blouse and skirt, because completely valid frustration was no excuse for forgetting basic neatness, and pushed the bulkhead open.

Ironwood was standing next to one of the reinforced windows with his back turned towards her, his trademark flask in his hand.

"I'm here now, James," she said tersely, "what was it you wanted to discuss?"

He sighed, still facing out the window. "No 'hello'?" he asked, lightly swirling his flask around, "Surely you haven't forgotten our time as students together, have you?" He turned around and grabbed a shot glass from his desk, pouring a bit of the dark, amber liquid from the flask into it before offering it to her, "I remember you being more personable back then."

She held her hand up, rejecting the liquor, "If it's all the same to you, I'd rather not reminisce about the past right now; I have a lot of things to attend to back at Beacon, so let's just take care of whatever it was you called me here for."

"Very well…" He downed the shot himself and sat down in his chair behind the desk, motioning for Glynda to take the one on the other side. She did so, folding her arms over her chest and sending him her coldest of glares, often reserved when she was nearing the end of her patience. "I'll cut right to the chase than; I'm not sorry for how things have turned out."

Glynda harrumphed.

"I know how that sounds, but before you go and brand me a traitor, let me explain-"

"There's nothing to explain," she interrupted, "You were merely carrying out your duty as is befitting a loyal soldier of Atlas." She rose from her seat, "If you'll excuse me, I have other things that require my attention." She turned and was about to leave when she heard the distinct sound of a fist being smashed onto a desk.

"Damn it Glynda, just listen to me for a minute!" He accidentally spilled some of his flask during the touchy display. "...please?"

Glynda was tempted to just walk away without letting him try to explain his actions away with hollow patriotism or the like, it was certainly what he deserved.

However, she knew that deep down, he hadn't done anything out of malicious intent; she was just being spiteful, and she knew it. Whether for good or for ill, James always had the best interests Remnant and its citizens at heart.

She turned around again and huffily sat back down in her seat.

"This had better be good…," she warned him, letting the threat hang.

"Thank you," he sighed in relief. He poured himself another shot and gulped it down, clearing his throat. "Anyway, you and I both know that Ozpin is one of the smartest and most cunning men in the entire world, and we'd both follow him to Hell and back-"

He barely held back a wince at Glynda's slightly raised eyebrow, her way of saying "no shit, dumbass".

"-but he's still only human, and he makes mistakes just like the rest of us; I highly doubt he wanted the Breach to happen, much less all the casualties that stemmed from it."

She couldn't rightly deny this; even when he tended to hedge his bets Ozpin always seemed to have this knack for fixing a situation in his favor for the best possible results, but he wasn't omniscient by any means, and on rare occasions his risks tended come back to bite him.

Granted, she could count on one hand the number of times that happened, but that didn't make James's point any less valid.

"I'm not condemning him for that," the general clarified, "but in the past when he made a mistake it was usually on a much smaller scale: the incident with the Xiong family, Raven, Summer-"

"I can recall them well enough, James."

"Right, of course. My point is that this time his mistake was more costly than a single agent. Essentially, he allowed a known terrorist organization to release a horde of Grimm in the middle of a highly populated area, one that was supposed to be safe from that kind of incursion; there was going to be repercussions from that, regardless of his intentions."

"If you're trying to convince me to come over to your way of thinking, don't bother," she said.

"I know, and I'm not trying to. I just want you to look at things objectively here." Another shot. "That's all, I've said my peace. And for what it's worth, I'm sorry the council made him their scapegoat."

"I'm sorry too," she said, standing once again, "and for what it's worth, I sincerely wish you the best of luck in your new job." After that she headed for the door, intent on getting back to her post and hopefully getting affairs in order before the tournament rolled around.

How does Essmyrren do it? she wondered as she made her way back to Beacon, her normally regimented emotions now in a hopeless jumble.

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Roman was actually starting to get bored sitting in his cell, now. It had been fun for the first day or so, toying with the guards here (both the ones standing outside his cell and whoever was watching him through the camera they had set up), but after a while he'd run out of prison cliches and had taken to singing. This got old almost immediately since the only song he knew was a modified version of "100 Bottle of Dust", and he quickly discovered that he had a terrible singing voice.

The other prisoners threatened to shank him if he didn't stop. (He didn't know how they'd do that, but that one muscular fellow across the way was giving him a very uncomfortable stare that sent shivers up his spine, so he wasn't interested in finding that out.)

Still, it was the best sleep he'd had in months, now that he didn't have to worry about Cinder "accidentally" murdering him in his sleep because it was "all part of the plan" or some bullshit like that.

He was about to indulge in the only worthwhile activity in this place (also known as "sleeping") when one of the guards rapped on the bars of his cell, holding what looked like a snazzy looking take out bag.

"Somebody left this for you," the guard said, holding the bag up.

Roman reluctantly got up and trudged over to the bars, and immediately perked up once he got a better look at it; on the side, in flowing calligraphy, was the word Gavino's written in golden ink.

"Aw, you shouldn't have!" he said, reaching out for the bag, only for it to be pulled away from him at the last second.

"Not so fast," she said, "the rules say we have to check this before we give it to you." She set the bag on the ground and rifled through it, opening up containers and prodding the food with the included plastic utensils. After a couple minutes she picked the bag back up and, holding from the bottom, passed it through the bars to the incarcerated crook.

"Thanks for that," he quipped, yanking the bag from the guard's hands, "remind me to give this place a bad review for terrible service." The guard said nothing, having already walked away, much to Roman's annoyance; he wasn't about to start talking to himself, and the other prisoners weren't all that accommodating, so the guards were really the only people he he hold a substantial conversation with. Hell, he'd even settle for talking to Neo, even though he did most of the talking and she hadn't made a single vocalization in the entire time he'd known her.

Opting to simply enjoy his meal in silence, he sat down on his cot and began unpacking the small feast: a small leg of lamb, soup that smelled herby, a couple bread-sticks, a cup of bisque, and some steamed vegetables rounded out the meal, and Roman dug in with aplomb. After going so long without real sustenance (whoever invented prison food should be drug out into the streets and shot with all of the bullets!) he didn't care about savoring it so much as finally feeling satisfied.

Ten minutes later he was wishing he'd taken the time to savor it a bit more than he had.

"Well, that was the highlight of my day," he said to no one, leaning back against the wall as he let his food settle. He reached for the bag to procure a napkin, finding some at the bottom. He grabbed one and was about to wipe his mouth when he noticed writing on it.

"Be ready tomorrow, I'll be paying you a little visit," it read in somewhat scratchy penmanship, with all the I's replaced with little ice cream cones.

He only knew one person who wrote like that.

Out of curiosity he repeated the process with the other napkins, finding only the first had anything on it. He looked up to make sure no one was watching him (the guards were embroiled in a discussion about a recent drill they had and the other inmates didn't care about him so long as he didn't try singing) and used the napkin with the message to wrap up the remains of his dinner and stuffed everything back in the bag it came from, casually leaving it in front of his cell.

"Be good little maids and clean that up, will you?" he told the guards, who understandably looked annoying at his apparent haughtiness. (One of them shot him the bird.) "I want the place looking nice in case I decide to entertain friends."

"Grr, keep an eye on him," one of the guards (the one who shot him the bird) grumbled, snatching up the bag and taking it away to be disposed of.

He then went back over to his cot and laid down, humming "100 Bottles of Dust" to himself to pass the time until tomorrow.

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"You ever think about just settling down here?" Qrow asked openly, admiring the stark beauty of the Vacuo desert. He and his team were out here at the behest of the Vacuan government to help deal with a particularly bothersome pack of Grimm that had been harassing caravans meant to bring supplies to the various outposts scattered across the vast sea of sand.

"Not particularly," one of his two companion said, a dark skinned with an almost regal beauty to her. She ran both her hands through her coffee colored hair, "If I had a choice, I'd much rather live out the rest of my days in Mistral; good culture, good people, good wine...marginally good attitude towards the Faunus." She flexed her fingers on her left hand, causing sharp claws to form from her nails. "Mostly the wine, though."

"Yeah, I can see that." He ran a hand through his own mussy hair, glancing over to his other companion, "How about you, Cruz, Mistral or Vacuo?"

"Neither," the man said curtly. Unlike his two companions, who both donned light cloaks in lieu of their normal attire to better weather Vacuo's harsh, arid climate, he remained in the black duster he always wore. He was currently checking his weapon, a massive sword almost as long as he was tall, "I'd rather wander."

"Oh come on, there's gotta be somewhere you wanna spend the rest of your days," Qrow pressed, "You know, get a stable job, buy a house, find a nice girl, raise a family, maybe dote on your grandkids eventual-" He stopped talking when he suddenly heard hissing in the distance. "Well well, it looks like our quarry's here." He reached under his cloak and pulled out his weapon, shifting the scythe open and holding it at the ready. "You ready Sheena?" he asked the woman.

Sheena unfurled her claws, designs that had once been invisible now lighting up yellow on her face (as well as the rest of her body, he knew, though these were hidden by the cloak) and lightning crackling in her open hands.

"Absolutely!" she nodded, a predatory gleam in her eyes.

Qrow looked to his other side, "...Cruz?"

The man nodded wordlessly. He also had his massive weapon at the ready, which was now split vertically from the tip of the blade to the guard of the hilt, six small missiles lined up and ready to fire.

Satisfied they were ready, Qrow finally turned towards the source of the hissing. Through the heat mirage he could see at least half a dozen Deathstalkers advancing towards them, each looking quite angry and closing in fast.

"So what do you think," he asked, "two apiece?"

"Good idea," Sheena said, "two for you guys, and the rest for me!" The woman then charged forward, launching blasts of lightning at the insect like Grimm.

Qrow and Cruz shared a look, Qrow shrugged, and they both followed their comrade.

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Quick Vol. 3 update, I went and looked up both Winter's and Qrow character designs on the RWBY Wiki (seriously the best resource for anyone writing RWBY fanfiction, especially since they have full episode transcripts and rather comprehensive character bios. Go check it out, you'll end up Bookmarking it in no time!) and I can work with both of them for Sins. And for those wondering, yes, I'm totally psyched that they got Vic "My poor vocal chords!/Don't call me short!" Migno-mana-mana-mana-mana-magna to voice Qrow, and yes, I will be keeping that casting choice for this story. Needless to say, since I'm basing a good deal of his character off of my own preconceptions about him and his official design, he probably won't be all that similar to HCH's version in Remnant's Reclaimer.

As for his partners, they're very loosely based on recurring OC's I use, to the point where they only superficially resemble the originals. If you want to go check the originals out, they're in my story "Black Lagoon; Off Its Nuts" a.k.a. BL;OIN, and My Fairy by Themulchmeister (which you can find in the Favorites section on my profile). I'll hold off on talking about these particular OC's here until they make their official appearance, since it gives me some time to refine their characters a bit.

I had fun playing around with Glynda and Ironwood, and there will definitely be more scenes devoted to them in the future.

Also, something seems to be happening on the Torchwick front. Better keep our eyes peeled, eh?

Now, to address a review I received for the last chapter; while there is only one official ship in RWBY as of the end of Vol. 2 (that being Jaune Arc and Pyrrha Nikos; Blake/Sun hasn't been explicitly confirmed and is therefore technically unofficial, with Weiss/Neptune being only slightly more official due to it being clearly set up in the first half of Vol. 2.), I do think that Cinder falling in love with Crimson at first glance is a hilarious image (there are plenty of floating hearts and Desu sparkles). I can say with absolute certainty that it will never happen in the story proper, since I'm trying to stay true to the feel of the show, but if I get enough good ideas then maybe it'll be included in a collection of Bonus scenes after the story wraps itself up. We'll see what happens, but don't get your hopes up.

"Burning Thorn" came about because, in the episode "Painting the Town...", Yang and Ruby don't have a combination attack together. (And no, the "thorn" part of that name is not a reference to Crimson.) I wanted to remedy that, so this is what I came up with.

And since I forgot about this last time (shame on me), I have an idea for Taiyang's Semblance. I don't necessarily want to reveal it just yet, but if y'all really want to know, I'll talk about it at the end of the next chapter.

Anyway, that's all for this time. Remember, keep thinking about Crimson's next Nightmare session; I can promise you it'll be even more of a doosey than the last one!