Rebel of the Process

RP Blog for Red from Transistor Affiliated with Rifts of Pyli Class: Warrior Housing: Asrin Boarding: Room 101 Official Art by Jen Zee

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"Y’know Red, we make a good team. Lady without a voice… Tramp without a body… we owe it all to the Camerata"

[dieciaem]

sparkle and shine, like the inside

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[cardinalhummingbird]

Written in the Stars() Red/Mr.Nobody

Red was broken. Weeks passed, then months, the realisation that she would never look upon Cloudbank outside of her memory again becoming ever more the reality. Like cold bony hands, grasping her shoulders, holding her back. Pyli was such a peculiar place. Pretty, but peculiar. Red still found it hard to understand the architecture of this place and while her first assumption was that she had arrived at The Country, she gradually came to terms with it being some bizarre alter world, or dream.

One she could not wake up from.

Red stopped singing so often and eventually couldn't find the strength to hum altogether, but when she woke up on that overcast, drizzly day, she felt a small surge of hope from.. someplace.

She felt compelled to slip into the dress she had arrived in Pyli in. Striking yellow to bring out the deep blues of her eyes and dazzling red of her hair. Red exited her boarding room in Asrin and began to head in the direction of sweet air, as if it were beckoning her. Despite feeling like she had gone a little mad, she continued to follow the invisible trail outside town and over a hill. She must be nutty, why was she outside the city with no weapon and in a flimsy piece of cloth?

Was it that she no longer cared?

Let fate have its way with her?

Red crested the hill and pulled up the front of her dress to make her descent into the wheat field that spanned for miles in a wide plain. She ran into the tall fronds, pushing them out of the way as her boots padded against the soft soil. When the wheat field looked more like a white sea, land too far to swim to, Red tilted her head to the sky, deeply inhaled and began to sing for the first time in a long time.

[nickvalentine]

[cardinalhummingbird]

withoutabody replied to your post: (OH MY GOD.)

!!!!!!!

(i blame you (also i hope i'll be a decent red T_T))

[lillianplattspark]

jaunt + spark

[cardinalhummingbird]

(OH MY GOD.)

[cardinalhummingbird]

(Sooooooooooooo...)

[thepanaceaofjustice]

Herbalist's Tasks |Closed: Gnar, Red, Sho|

[heaperreaper]

Sho considered how serious the illness was if Red left the shop in search of medicine to help Markul. He heard of travelers getting sick back in Eori, but it hadn’t been more than a couple dozen cases in the past few days. The little ball of fur leaped from Red’s lap and onto the man Sho hadn’t noticed before. Anders, the frail looking man from earlier, seemed to be the one who sent the notice to the different cities. 

"It usually happens like that, when you need something, it’s no longer available." At the mention of a party of four, Sho figured that Anders must have included the orange cat-thing, in the group. Seemed a simple enough task, just to collect some plants, and between him and Red, he figured it’d be safe enough. And Gnar - at least, Sho hoped that’s what it’s name was - introduced the other two, before looking at him quizzically. 

"Right, I’m Sho. Nice to be working with you." It felt weird speaking to the orange fur ball and not knowing what it was saying in return. It didn’t really matter all that much to their objective, as Sho doubted that they would run into any monsters. Although, when Red asked where the fourth was, Sho held back a laugh, apparently she didn’t consider the cat a member of their expedition party. 

[thepanaceaofjustice]

"Pleasure," Anders said with a small nod in both the newcomers directions. 

He felt oddly out of place, what with everyone seeming to know one another already but if Gnar could vouch for the woman (Red, her name seemed to be) and she in turn could vouch for the boy (Sho?) then he supposed they had a trustworthy group of people. 

"He’s a little on the short side," Anders said with a small chuckle. "But I don’t think he would tote a club of that size around and not be able to use it…besides, I think between the three of us, we should have this well in hand."

"But, to business I suppose," Anders said, reaching into his pack to pull out a map of the region. "The Healer’s Guild is running low on supplies due to a rash of sickness sweeping the countryside. We’ve been stretched to the breaking point and if we’re to keep our apothecaries stocked, we’re going to need some basic reagents; bloodroot and silverleaf."

"I’ll call them out if I see them but we’re going to travel between two locations," Anders said, unfolding his map and tapping a grove of trees near an open plain. "This grove of old growth should have enough decaying plant life to feed bloodroot and these plains are an ideal location to find Silverleaf."

"It shouldn’t be too rough of a mission," Anders said. "But should we encounter any rough characters, I’m afraid to say I may need some help protecting myself. Any questions?"

[shugishugirawr]

Gnar peered from his place upon Ander’s shoulders, glancing down at the scribbled map. He couldn’t understand any of it and he wrinkled his nose, shaking his head and skittering down the Healer’s coat to wobble over to his abandoned club.

He bounced on his toes for a second, dragging his cub towards Sho, before he gave a very tiny kick to the man’s boot with his paw. “Shuu anno reishu rega. Gnar maga.” He puffed up before once more tromping back to the center of the group. 

The yordle hefted it up over his shoulder, grinning up at the three of them, settling on Red and pounding his chest with a tiny fist. “Gnar Anoota Demaglia!” His grin widened, tiny teeth and tusks visible before he glanced back to Anders, shifting excitedly. “Wanna edawhaba na?” Between his questions and the antsy nature of the orange fluffball, the fact he clearly wanted to set off was obvious.

[cardinalhummingbird]

Red gave a small nod to Sho before turning to Anders. "I'm Red," she introduced, subconsciously pointing to her hair. She then blinked down to the orange and purple cat, crouching down to examine the club closer, "Oh, it's not a toy?" Clearly she had grossly underestimated her furry friend. Regardless, she was going to keep an eye on it to make sure it didn't hurt itself.

Once Anders pulled out his map, Red stood and walked to peer onto it, arms cross and foot rubbing the back of her bare leg. When it was question time, she looked to the man with curious azures, "I'm not familiar with the appearance of Silverleaf. I can tell my coals from my irons and my ore from my veins but herbs-" A short sing-song laugh. "- I'm not so versed."

Red stifled a snort as Gnar kicked Sho's boot, wondering how the cat would think that she found his gesture more cute than aggressive. "Aww," she smiled, crouching down again to smoosh the furry face between her palms, "I'll protect you too!" Letting go of Gnar, she rest an elbow on her knee and looked to the east, yellow halo protruding from the horizon.

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[thepanaceaofjustice]

Herbalist's Tasks |Closed: Gnar, Red, Sho|

[heaperreaper]

Outside the inn, Sho immediately recognized the woman with bright red hair, he was surprised to see Red here. Before he could even take a step in her direction, an orange creature bounded past him and leaped into her arms. For a moment he tensed up, Sho couldn’t tell if the creature was friendly, but when Red started laughing and scratching the ball of fur, he figured it was alright. 

He slowly approached Red and the orange cat-like animal, as he didn’t want to startle either of them. “Never thought in a million digits I’d see you here Red.” he chuckled, noticing that the cat thing had tusks and was most certainly not a cat, “Are you here to assist the healers?” 

It didn’t seem like there were that many people here, a man dressed in what appeared to be a hood and leather armor and a thin man who looked too frail to be a fighter. Sho figured the hooded man wasn’t going to be joining them, as he left through the back door, so that left the frail looking man. Sho was relieved that it was just a request to help the healers get supplies and not anything more serious, as he doubted anything would happen on their expedition. 

[thepanaceaofjustice]

"Gnar?"

Anders barely had time to reach out to the little pufball before he had shot past him like a furry orange rocket, out the door with that ridiculously large club cutting a path through the crowd and out the door where he started jabbering excitedly to the woman and the strange man who approached the pair of them. 

Adjusting his coat, Anders followed Gnar’s lead out into the sunlight, leaning on the haft of his staff as he surveyed the pair curiously. 

"It seems we have a mutual friend," Anders said to the woman while shooting a nod at the man. "You wouldn’t happen to be here about the healing herbs, would you?"

"I’m Anders," Anders said, glancing down at Gnar curiously. "Am I to take it that we have a party of four here?"

[shugishugirawr]

The yordle practically melted under Red’s hands, carefully reaching out to take off a chunk of bread (not the whole piece. He had gotten better with sharing.) and stuffed it in his mouth. He perked as he chewed on the treat, glancing up to the dark haired human who joined them. “Shugi?” He mumbled, his mouth stuffed full. 

Then his Human approached and the yordle was practically vibrating on red’s lap. People where here. He wasn’t alone. 

Gnar cast a quick glance up to Red, before hopping off her lap and scrambled up Ander’s coat, settling once more on the healer’s shoulders. He chittered happily for a moment before he took it upon himself to introduce his humans.

"Ndar." He patted Ander’s head with a paw, before pointing obviously at Red. "Demaglia." He sat up on his haunches, paws in his chest fur. "Gnar Shada!" Before his dark gaze swung back over to the other human, the one he didn’t recognize as he settled back sprawled over Ander’s shoulders like a furry scarf. "Shugi? Anno chotta?" 

[cardinalhummingbird]

Red couldn't contain her laughs as Gnar pawed excitedly into her sides, hitting all the ticklish areas. In the pre-sunrise luminosity, a familiar silhouette approached her and the orange furball paused to question the new face, jaws full of bread. "Sho, what a coincidence!" she smiled, brushing the grass from her hair, "Yes, Markul's caught the illness going around. Would you believe that once we actually have money, there is no medicine readily available?" She shook her head with a hopeless sigh, "I'm hoping they can pay me in the medic-- oof."

Gnar scrambled off her lap, pressing an uncomfortable paw in her thigh. Another traveller had arrived. Red got to her feet and brushed herself down, giving a welcoming expression to Anders. "Indeed," she hummed at the cat who'd taken his place on the man's shoulders, "And I am. I hope I can be of reasonable assistance to your quest. All I ask is that I'm able to take some of the herbs home with me in payment."

She watched with interest as Gnar introduced everyone, counting out the humans with her finger. "Where's the forth?" she asked Anders, somewhat confounded.

[cheangkim]

Sandbox()

Finally finished! I’m pretty proud of this one. Love the game and the art really inspired me. Now excuse me while I drown in the emotions that the game and the OST gave me.

Transistor © SuperGiant Games

[thepanaceaofjustice]

Herbalist's Tasks |Closed: Gnar, Red, Sho|

[heaperreaper]

Despite the reprieve from dealing with Players and the Game, Sho found himself unable to enjoy the slow day-to-day life of Pyli, especially since all he’d been doing was practicing with his newly acquired shield. It had taken a couple of days to get used to the weight, but when the piece of armor was missing, Sho felt vulnerable. 

He passed a board on his way back to his room from the outskirts of Eori, and a notice for help caught his eye. It seemed a group of healers needed help gathering materials, and Sho instantly thought of Red. He had promised her to keep looking for rare materials, and this appeared to be the best opportunity. 

"Even if I don’t find anything for her, at least I can say I’ve been looking." He muttered to himself, not really caring what the people passing by thought. 

- - -

One uncomfortably long carriage ride later Sho arrived in Siall. On the morning of the expedition, Sho rolled out of bed and onto the floor, landing on top of his shield. Picking himself off the floor, Sho figured it should be about the time to meet up. After adjusting the red bandanna on his head, Sho put his hat back on and headed downstairs. He hoped there would be more people than just him and this “Anders” fellow. 

[thepanaceaofjustice]

In hindsight he should have said something about what he looked like. 

Then again, Rifters weren’t the hardest people to spot. Just look for the oddest people in the room and odds were that they were the resident fish out of water. Three likely candidates existed; a redhead perched on the fence outside, a strange looking boy tromping down the steps as though he had just woken up and-

"Oomph!"

"Mi scusi."

A very rude, hooded figure who bumped into Anders, spoke some inane gibberish, and disappeared out the back door before he could ask if he had been there about the flyer. 

Which narrowed it down considerably. 

Anders glanced at the clock on the wall, keeping an eye on his potential candidates while trying to look as wizardly as humanly possible…however one did to see if any more would make it before sunrise. 

[shugishugirawr]

He had been having a very lovely dream involving more apples than he could carry, when a misplaced jerk of his leg sent him tumbling out of the nest he had made in the thatched roofing of his Human’s room.

Speaking of his human. 

The little yordle scrambled to his feet, ears twitching as he scanned the room. He wasn’t anywhere in sight. Gnar made a small noise of concern, ears drooping before he scrambled back up a beam and to his nest. His club was quickly procured, along with the sling and pouch he stuffed into his little furry little loincloth. 

It didn’t take him very long to waddle downstairs, dragging his club along with him like a second tail. The other humans in the hallway seemed to give the foot and a half tall yordle a wide berth. Perhaps it was the tusks. 

"Ndar! Gnar shushu haaa~" Gnar toddled towards his human, leaning up on his toes to rub his head into the healer’s hand with a happy gurgle from the orange yordle. He continued that for a second, one little paw fisted in his human’s coat, before he blinked curious as to why he was down here as opposed to up in the room. 

The light off of a very familiar shock of red hair caught his attention and his club hit the floor with a little thunk. Gnar practically raced from the inn on all fours, scrabbling out the door, his chittering nearly incomprehensible. “Demaglia! Demaglia!” He climbed the fence in a few hops and nearly tackled the woman perched on the edge. He chittered excitedly at her, clinging to her clothes as his long tail waggled. 

He had his two favorite people here with him! This was quickly becoming a fantastic day for the little yordle. “Ndar! Ndar!” He called, glancing around as he clung to the redhead, trying to get his human’s attention. “Ndar! Wanna shada!”

[cardinalhummingbird]

Mid-yawn Red was hit by a flying fuzzball and tumbled backwards off the fence into the soft grass and flower patches surrounding the Inn. Her hand clamped tightly over the bread roll as if it were her most prized possession. Which it in some ways was. Nutrition is important.

Heads up! Oops, was I too late? Sorry, I'm half asleep.

It took her a sleepy moment to recognise the orange and purple gurgling animal latched on to her armour. Ignoring the small pain in her back, she let out a melodic laugh. "Gnar!!" she cheered, wrapping her arms around her favourite kitten, "Did you get back to Estaria all by yourself, you clever little thing!" With her free hand she scratched lovingly all over Gnar's body. There was nothing she could have appreciated more than someone being so excited to be in her presence.

Red clenched her abdominals to sit up unassisted, happy expression in the cat's direction. A few grass blades and crushed yellow flowers clung messily to her hair. She glanced to the half-eaten bread in her hand before holding it closer to Gnar's mouth, "Want some?" she offered enthusiastically.

[thepanaceaofjustice]

Herbalist's Tasks |Closed: Gnar, Red, Sho|

Anders peered into the dusty jars of bloodroot in the hospital’s basement, rattling it around as the last dark red bundles of root tumbled out onto the table. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and began mincing the alchemy reagent with a stewing sense of unease. The rash of sweating sickness that had torn through the countryside all but wiped out their reserves of basic healing potion ingredients and pushed nearly every doctor and healing mage to their limits trying to keep up. They were low enough on manpower and time and even if they weren’t, these ingredients weren’t exactly things one found on a general store shelf. Most of the other healers were poor combatants and had very little experience out in the wild.

Including me, Anders thought with a bitter grimace. Lacking much of his old potency, there was no way he could manage gathering these ingredients on his own…

Like it or not…he was going to need help. 

Attention! All Adventurers, Bodyguards, And General Combatants!

Due to a recent outbreak of sweating sickness, Hospitals and clinics sponsored by the Healer’s Guild are low on essential supplies. A fine reward is offered for adventurers willing to escort doctors and alchemists on material gathering expeditions! Minimal danger is expected but our healers are not combatants and require a degree of protection. 

Those interested, meet Anders at the the Siali Inn before sunrise three days from now. Healing supplies will be provided but please provide your own equipment for a short journey into the wilds outside Siali. 

Checking the spelling and wording one more time, Anders tipped the courier a few pieces of copper and waited for a response…

[cardinalhummingbird]

Markul was ill and there was no way Red could take up all his work responsibilities. The stubborn half-orc continued his duties, despite her pleas for him to rest. After dragging her feet to her boarding room, she found a flier posted to the notice board by the doorway. 

They could pay you in medicine.

It was a good idea. Red pulled one of the papers off the rusty tack and took it to her room to read it over properly. There were materials in Estaria they needed for the blacksmith as Asrin didn't receive the most ideal variety of retail. "Alright," the warrior murmured to herself as she rubbed her greatsword down with a cloth, "I'll do it."

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Three days later (after an eventful trip to the capital), Red woke at dawn, packing her satchel and attaching it to her belt. She washed her face and tied her hair back into a tiny red ponytail with a cloth ribbon. After sheathing her greatsword, she left the Inn crossed the street to the bakery and bought a large bread roll before seating herself on the fence outside Siali Inn, waiting for "Anders".

[hanzors]

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[cardinalhummingbird]

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[sybilofthecamerata]

>Red had been standing in the midst of a golden-swathed field when she finally decided- enough of this.

The soft earth of the soil catered to her flats; there was almost no sound as she cut through the growing wheat with an easy, leisurely stride. Red was- had been- an intensely private person, her file had said. Perhaps- just maybe- if she were able to approach quietly enough, slowly enough, she wouldn’t shy away. 

Just like how she’d built her intricate web of connections; how she’d been able to persuade others to love her. She appealed to what they knew best, and they responded in kind. 

Never with Red.

Sibyl stopped a good distance away, gauzy hair swept back behind her wide-brimmed hat.

"I’m not here for catharsis. It’s too late for that." She couldn’t quite bring herself to meet Red’s eyes; was it out of fear? She would have dismissed the notion as ridiculous; plowed on with a winning smile. 

But not here; not with her.

"You must be furious," she said, and her voice came out remarkably still and whole. Her eyes were fixed on the rolling, glimmering field of gold around them, an immeasurable sense of futile calm keeping her features weightless; expressionless. "And I don’t think that any form of apology would measure up to be worth a damn to you, not after what I did. But I’ll say it anyways: I’m sorry, Red.”

[cardinalhummingbird]

Red looked upon with Sybil's tentativeness with half-lids, tired yet still kind. "I know," she offered simply, wondering what the moment may have been when their friendship slipped away from each other. The Camerata? Boxer? Life itself? It didn't much matter anymore. They were both there and for the first time in a long, long time, they had a chance to chat.

"I was," Red mused, combing her fingers through the curled locks of her crimson hair, "But I don't have the energy to be angry anymore. Maybe he does." The woman tilted her neck to look up to the endless blue above them, fluffy clouds tumbling slowly across the giant panel. She wondered if The Country could be altered like her home of Cloudbank could. She was no longer able to see the programming behind the environmental graphics. Or, perhaps, this place did not function in such ways.

Red bent her knees gracefully and picked a strand of wheat from the golden ground. She caressed the fronds of the plant as gently as if it were one of her own children. "I'm also sorry," she apologised quietly, azure gaze trained to the shape in her hands, "For not giving you the attention you deserved."