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@mutelysinging
[Hey Red. Looks like we've got Camerata company.]
"..."
[Yeah. I know. I don't think I'm too keen on doin' much either. S'not like Cloudbank's gonna get any closer by taking him out. Still. Brings sorta peace of mind.... knowin' he's stuck here. With us.]
They're looking at you secondcamerata
[Hey... Red.... Y'think... we'll ever go back to Cloudbank? Y'know... how it really was....?]
"..."
[Yeah.... Me either.]
"...."
[Yeah. I know. All these people. No one to talk to. No one you can talk to... No one we know. Might as well be with the Process at Cloudbank....]
"...~?"
[It's like that people that have a voice, shouldn't and those who don't, should.]
livefromrhythmridge started following you
"!!!"
[Hey. Whoa. Is that the Process? I haven't seen one like this. So they followed us back here. Time to get to work.]Â
Watch out Rhythm master! She's swinging a giant wooden paddle at your face!
"Oh maiden fair with hair ablaze! You remind me of my princess! Must be fate for our eyes to have met!"
"I am Edward, Prince of Andalasia!"
She takes a step back.
"....~"
[Well. 'Aint he a charmer. Tell him he can go find his own damn Princess. Â I already slayed the dragon to try and get to you.]
Red gave a small laugh. Tilting her head towards her sword. Then back at the Prince. Shrugging she couldn't exactly give a proper introduction without her voice. She hoped a small wave and his understanding would suffice instead.
Riven was no stranger to being watched. Having endured Noxian surveillance upon her first appearance in the League, and the leering glances men would send her way during the hours she worked at the bar, it was to no surprise that she had ignored the stranger’s stares. At first.
Yet soon enough, it became abundantly clear that ignoring the stare was not the way to go. So with full intent on confronting another perverted male, Riven turned to glare and paused.
Well. It looks like she was wrong. The person looking at her was neither male nor did it seem as though she was intent on asking her to perform some sort of sexual favor.
Visibly relaxing, Riven found the way that this woman was dragging her sword almost amusing enough to make her chuckle. A blade as small as hers shouldn’t be giving her so much trouble.Â
"It’s rather small isn’t it?"Â
Red wasn't a stranger towards 'followers' and stares herself. The paparazzi in Cloudbank was just as relentless as they were... anywhere else in any dimension. But somehow the mute songstress felt that wasn't the case for the other. Her attire seemed to say otherwise.Â
[Must be a show girl.]Â The Transistor hummed lightly.
The golden clad woman only smiled lightly as she tilted her head. Hand raised to meekly wave 'hi'. She watched as the other observed her struggling. It was true that Red was no fighter. But she did what she had to.Â
[Hey. Wait. Who's she callin' small? Size doesn't mean everythin' you know....!] Â never underestimate the scouts code
Red giggled at the words her sword spoke. She doubted the other could hear them so she perhaps looked somewhat strange. Returning her gaze towards the other's eyes she simply shook her head, smiling.Â
It was sort of the opposite for Red. But if her sword was small... Maybe the other was used to handling larger...
Sigh.
[All these people... and it still feels like there's no one around. Well. At least you're here.]
enchantedward started following you
"..."
[Some priss in a puffy shirt. Wonder if he's the opening act.]
Ripped from here [x]
homesick â—† open
To a child, even the small, mountain town of South Park had seemed big. It was a simple place, plagued by unfortunately simple people for the most part, yet it was familiar. It was a place she knew every square inch of. She’d grown up there, and come to appreciate it despite it’s shortcomings. Maybe one day, she’d thought, her parents would have to move away and take her with them, forcing her to leave the town behind. Yet she’d never mentally steeled herself for a scenario where she would be the only member of her family to leave.
Nor was she prepared to move to a city this big, let alone one in a completely other dimension. At first, she hadn’t bought it. Imagination aside, Wendy tried to ground herself in reality for the most part. South Park had seen zombies, aliens, Walmarts, and yet the idea of traveling to another realm simply wasn’t one she could accept without proof. But… there was lots of proof. From weirdos in weird clothes using weird powers, to devices she’d never seen before… it became harder and harder to refute the evidence.
Wendy was only ten. She was only a fourth grader. Mature as she was for her age, there was little she could do in face of her own fear, her own homesickness. There was nobody here for her to act brave in front of, no girls to lead, no causes to stand up for, no parents to love her. It was easy to take things for granted until they were taken from you.
“Fuck this city! …I just want to go home!" As she sat curled up on the sidewalk, tears streaming down her cheeks, she’d apparently hit her limit.
The tall songstress took large strides, her heels clacking along as she rolled her jacket sleeves up high to her elbows. She was hellbent on discovering where she was, having only arrived. There was nothing of her old (or perhaps rather current) enemies, the Process. No sign of their work. No robotic drones lurking about. She dragged behind her a rather heavy and large hunk of wood, a single red glowing eye placed in the center. Her beau who had been trapped from one sword to another as the scientists would have it. All that was truly left of him was his voice. Though it was something only she could hear. Speaking of which, lurched her out of her focused mindset.
[Whoa. Hey. Hold up Red. You were about to run over that little miss. Hey... Think she's cryin'. Why don't you... Well... Probably should move faster. You weren't all that great with kids.]
Red shot the Transistor a crooked brow look. Not good with kids? Please. She squatted down beside the girl, flattening out the folds in her dress as she placed her sword next to her. Tilting her head to view the girl's face she hesitantly reached out for the other's back. A pause. Smiling somberly she began to pet the back of the other. She had no voice... actions spoke louder than words.Â
[Got a mouth on that one.]
Red clocked the wooden sword right on the eye.
WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
"….."
>Memory.exe»»
[Hey. What’cha thinkin’ about… Red? Well. Guess you really can’t answer that….Whatever it is… it’s nice seein’ you smile again.]
bladesreflection started following you
"...?"
[Hey, Red. She's got a pretty heavy lookin' plank too. Think she's in our boat? Maybe we should say hi. Somehow.]
"..."
[Wow. Look at this place. Sorta reminds ya of home... huh? In some twisted sense. Seems like these scientists are doin' us a favor. Still. It 'aint no Cloudbank. That's for sure.]
A Gent without a Body and a Gal without a Voice. [CA Open]
[Red.... Hey... Red. Wake up.]Â
The woman shifts lazily to her side. Her dress torn at the upper knee from when she had done so in a world previous to this. A city overrun by renegade robots, hellbent on tearing apart all she had known. She rubbed her eyes, eyeing the sword with a half lidded gaze. She smiled warmly at it. She could still hear him. She was still with him. Save for the fact he was... well... wooden now. He still had the Transistor Eye on him but still... she let out a giggle. She attempted to speak, but only choked gasps would come out. She frowned.Â
[Yeah. I know. I don't think we have much of a voice here either.]
She slowly rose up, her back now against the wall as she scooted closer, dragging the large wooden object. Her one friend. Her greatest love. Sighing, she wrapped her arms tightly around it, a gaze of defiance written on her expression. Shining blue eyes staring dead ahead at a new city.Â
[Hey. It beats livin' with the Process. Almost like Cloudbank city. But different. We could start again. Just. Well. Not really.]Â
Red huffed. Her legs curled to her chest as she held the sword to her bosom tighter, its blue light resonating from the eye as it spoke. Only she could hear it. Only she could hear him.
[We should probably get up. Take a look around.]Â
She fidgeted slightly. She was always rather stubborn when it came to him. But he was right. They needed to see where they were.Â
[Been a while since we've seen people. You think you're alright for a meet and greet? How about that person. They look willing to help. If not... Well. It's a good thing we still have each other. Right?]
It was. Because he was her's and she is his. The woman clad in regal gold cloth stepped forward into the bustling of the street, and approached you, dragging behind her large weapon. Meekly she goes to wave opening her mouth to speak but... she forgot one important thing....
The cat still had her tongue.
i’ll just stay here
