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@relicfound
#RELICFOUND — an independant multi muse blog for Song So Mi / Songbird, Johnny Silverhand and Vanny ' V ' Ray based on both Cyberpunk 2077 and the original Cyberpunk manuals. Written by Hope ( she / they ), +18.
: CARRD | RULES & MUSES
okay yeah I'm gonna have to make this post a lot sooner than I wanted to because I just got the terrible news two of my uni courses didn't actually count towards my final grade so I am stressed and only going to be more stressed trying to sqeeze 12 ETC in my fucking master thesis is gonna kill me. so BIG ANNOUNEMENT:
I am not going to be consistently around until late June. I am going to be busy trying to finish my master. You may get me on d.iscord but I won't guarantee anything there either.
CYBERPUNK 2077 | ▶ dev. CD Projekt RED
The alert of exactly €$105 appearing in the corner of Piper's optics made her lips twitch into a mild smile. Well, that made coming to work worth it tonight.
A glass was plucked from its stack, ice clinked, and a nozzle hissed as fresh water bubbled forth. To the table indicated, the one tucked away from the street-side windows, Piper delivered the glass. A sign of good faith, if nothing else. A tiny, insignificant way she could keep her word when she really didn't have to.
"Yeah well, you're having a shitty enough night without me adding to it."
Like it was just that simple. Like anything in this city could be that simple.
"And hey, maybe you're out of whatever hot water you've stumbled into, you can tell me your name."
A wink. To ask for it now? Well, that would only serve to fuel the paranoia. But she could take a rain check, as she stepped back to adjust the shutters on the windows -- an excuse to look out and just do a quick glance to see if any colorful individuals were looking particularly alert as they walked down the street.
What was a little bribe if it meant she could spend the rest of the night in peace rather than on the run? She had spent more than that to grease the right palms and get out of a sticky situation unharmed. She would not miss the money ( not too much anyway ).
Survival was the top priority, always. And some water sounded nice right about now. Plus, the discretion was appreciated, as was the woman's attempt to appear kind. Not that she believed a word of it of course, but most people in Night City no longer even cared to PRETEND they had anything but bitterness in them. They had become too tired to pretend.
The fact her companion kept up appearances was, at the very least, interesting. " You can say that again. " Of course she wondered if her new friend was fishing for details, details she would never get, but a few exchanged words could hardly harm her much. If she was careful anway. " Ha, you know, you've been such pleasant company I might even take you up on that. " Might. No promises. And perhaps it was a sign of grace towards the woman she didn't LIE outright. " But I'd love to know who saved my ass tonight. I'll even buy you a drink for your troubles. "
As soon as she thinks there can be nothing more, another thing that reminds V of everything she's once been pops up. The nameless waves of people flowing around her like a river passing a boulder, the colors, the bling; no matter the crowd it all boils down to the same thing.
And surprisingly, V can't say that she misses it. The gold flakes on her eyelids are, and always have been, an independent fashion choice.
"Oh, yeah," she hums as she rests her elbows on the railing, a lopsided smile on her face as she turns her gaze to So Mi. It may be the chrome or the looks as well as her personal interest, but the basic fact remains: the hacker may just be a center of a solar system.
No wonder Hansen doesn't see the need to have anyone follow her around.
"Didn't expect the dress. It looks good on you."
Someone could say that the compliment is just a pretty bow around what V really means to say: that Songbird does not look like a prisoner at all. Maybe they would be right. Maybe not. But there is no time to wonder; V and Reed are on the clock, and the less time they spend around So Mi raising suspicions, the better.
"All right. Let's start with the easy ones." V turns again, her side to the people below, her eyes on So Mi. "What's your gameplan for tonight?"
Compliments — well if V was trying to gain her trust she was certainly choosing the right angle for it. Unfortunately for her she knew better than to believe honeyed words at the first turn, could pretend she was still naive enough to believe them but that would simply be a lie. Anyone who wanted something from her now, and far too many people did, would be falling over themselves trying to compliment her. No, of course her new friend did not even NOTICE her chrome! All her attention was clearly on the great figure she cut in that dress Hansen had forced her into. If only. No, she was painfully aware that, friend or not, she was more likely to be gawked at than admired for any sort of beauty left in her.
Still, she was a professional and so she took the words as any normal person would. " Why thank you. Hansen insisted on this look. I myself was unsure if it would really suit me. " A response to the question V had not voiced directly: Yes, she might not be walked around in chains but she was hardly FREE. Arms resting against the cold metal of the golden bannister, she let out a sigh in response to her companion's question. Of course the woman would waste no time trying to get to the core of her work here. If only she could be entirely honest with her — but if she did that she could kiss any chance at freedom goodbye for good. She had to keep up appearances at any price.
" Tonight I'm trying to get into Hansen's good graces, get closer to him. He's got something I need, something BOTH of us need. " She needed V to believe this was about the two of them, that there was enough at stake that helping her would be the most sensible option, the survival option. She could not go back to her old life, she would not lay down and die without a fight. She just needed V to believe her, even if she LIED to her — " I'm almost surprised you risked coming here. Wasn't sure you'd listen to what I said. Means I get to hopefully give you more data on Hansen and his work in person. " But she would risk drawing it out if only to see how her companion would react. Call it a test of trust. She had too much to lose to not be careful about WHAT exactly she shared now.
when i tell you i still gotta finish p.hantom liberty on vanny's playthrough
Vanny "V" Ray as temperance - of having found peace and carrying a clear vision of where you want to go / tarot cards as characters that live rent free in my head / @thisiseditsandstuff
okay yeah I'm gonna have to make this post a lot sooner than I wanted to because I just got the terrible news two of my uni courses didn't actually count towards my final grade so I am stressed and only going to be more stressed trying to sqeeze 12 ETC in my fucking master thesis is gonna kill me. so BIG ANNOUNEMENT:
I am not going to be consistently around until late June. I am going to be busy trying to finish my master. You may get me on d.iscord but I won't guarantee anything there either.
my body is a cage
@3dgerunner »»» closed starter !
" I imagine this — " me, the real me " is not what you expected. " Her tone was polite, casual, as if they had met before, and in a way they had but not in person, not face to face and not without her trying to keep everything about herself so close to her chest she might as well have presented the other a whole other identity and voice and it would have been almost exactly the same. Part of her would have PREFERRED to keep it this way, to keep everyone knew at an arm's length, to remain an unknown, hide behind her codename, abstracts, an appearance that was long a relic of the past, of better times. Hansen, however, had forced her hand. She could not wait for the day he finally reached the END of his rope, could only hope to live long enough to see it. And that was where her new friend would come in.
She gestured for the other to join her at her side, to talk while they watched the crowd below. This place was the easiest way to remain in view and not cause Hansen to send a search team after her but be free enough to talk to Valerie and not be heard for at least a few minutes if not more if her handler felt generous. So close ... she had come so close to cutting herself free once and for all, only for Hansen's greed to get the better of him and ruin years of careful planning. " I imagine you have QUESTIONS ... I may even answer some of them, though I don't have as much to tell you as you probably think. Hansen keeps me on a pretty tight leash. I haven't had much of an opportunity to poke around in his files. Yet. "
@antlurabbit said: "Oh, you wanna ride my fuckin' ass about fuckin' addiction?" She's laughing when she shouldn't be. Bad habit. Pupils endless voids turning the honey of her irises into waning crescents. There's nothing behind them — lost, hazy. Contempt twists her mouth, but even that feels hollow. Her voice pitches low and she has nothing but audacity and fire in her stride as she steps close, gets in his face. "Yer just mad I look just like yer sorry fuckin' ass."
Every argument stung, never enough for them to stop or for him to change his ways but it still stung. And he never did know what to say to her, to this kid, who both could have been a weird mirror version of himself at her age and felt so different from him at the same time. He never should have taken her in, that thought crossed his mind SEVERAL times a month, if not several times a week, not because he was angry at her, even if he was sometimes, but because he had no damn clue how to handle someone like her, a child, a child with issues like his own. He couldn't even help himself, how was he supposed to help her?
" I've told you to stay away from this shit. " And yet it remained so easily accessible right in their own home because for as much as he preached to her about the dangers of drugs ( and feeling like a fucking badge while doin' it too ) he was still reliant on them himself. " But you never fucking listen, do ya? Why the fuck do I even bother! " It was not her fault and his anger would solve nothing, he knew that, and yet he kept yelling anyway. Why, why was this the only fucking path he knew how to take? Why did he have to be the one to stumble over her? Why not someone who actually KNEW what the fuck they were doing? He'd had it with her attitude this day, had no patience left for her. All he had left was exhausted anger.
" You take from my shit again and I'm sending you packin' and don't try come up with it somewhere else I'm not playing games with this. Either you get your SHIT together or we're gonna have issues. "
dont give johnny kids hes a shitty dad and @antlurabbit is proof
johnny & denny in a like supreme
»»» Johnny's Military Service
Johnny joined the military as a teenager, not even 15 years old, through a number of tricks including lies, faked papers and a lot of convincing people to approve him ( he has always been a good talker ) given he matched neither the education nor age requirements, being a middle school dropout and under 17. But war was brewing for the USA and they desperately needed more soldiers so Johnny ' got lucky ' and had his wish of enlisting granted. The military, at the time, seemed like a good choice to him. He was escaping a highly abusive home environment that he was certain would kill him if he didn't find a way out of it soon. There was an incredible feeling of urgency and having no other possible path open to him that led to his decision to leave home as a young teen and to lie to join the military when he was far too young to legally do so.
He did not stay long with the military ( around a year or less ), but long enough for his first and only deployment to Nicaragua ( yes, engram Johnny mentions he was sent to Mexico, but he is remembering his service wrong ). He fought for the US in the Second Central American War in which the US invaded several Central American countries and all you need to know about how this conflict went for the US forces is the fact it earned the name ' New Vietnam '. It is not unlikely then, to imagine the kind of hell Johnny experienced during his time in the field. With the war going horribly wrong and costing 'thousands of American lives', Johnny lost most of the people he deployed with and finally lost his own arm in battle, surviving only barely ( and frequently wondering if death wouldn't have been the kinder fate ). Morale was at an all time low already and with Johnny being given almost no time to adjust to the new arm he received and with no consideration of the burden of his experiences on his mental health, he made the decision to desert, unable to bear the burden of the sheer mental toll of the war any longer and becoming utterly disillusioned with the nation he was fighting for in the process.
Officially, ' Robert John Linder ' went MIA in 2003. After reinventing himself, Johnny never gave up his real name to the public and deliberately avoided having his old life connected to his new one as much as possible. Backlash against deserters was incredibly high as the US ran intensive propaganda against them and sympathy for them was low. The only people who knew anything about Johnny's past for quite a while were his fellow band members and Rogue. He was, however, eventually forced to disclose his status as a deserter, though not his name, to the public when media giant MDS tried to threaten to expose him if he refused to sign with them, which he did by publishing an album in which he exposed himself before they had the chance to do so. The album also served as Johnny's way of shedding light on the many failures of the government to take care of its soldiers and hinted at the horrors Johnny and many other soldiers endured during their deployment.
The consequences of his military service went far beyond just his issues of being seen as a traitor given his status as a deserter. He was a teenager when he was sent to war, suffered heavy trauma, lost an arm and received little to no care for any of these issues which in turn made him spiral further into even darker depths. Many of the things he would struggle with for the rest of his life ( ptsd, depression, addiction, issues maintaining relationships etc. etc. ) can be traced back to the impact his military service had on his life. His entire world view, distrust in politicians and corpos and his desire to keep pushing back against them started with a teenage boy who was sold the dream of defending his homeland just to be abandoned and left to rot in a place akin to hell.
It wasn't a big gig, just a bar, and a half drunk crowd of which only a portion seemed to be listening while the others just let the music go in one ear and right out the other -- but it was still a gig. And Piper was still riding the high of having anyone, anyone, listen.
Bonus points, when someone approached her as she waited for the drinks at the bar. She'd drawn the short end of the stick in that regard, though waiting for the whole group order seemed way less painful now.
Leaning against the bar Piper's smile crinkled the edges of her eyes; and in that moment she looked so very alive.
"Oh, shit. Thanks. We, ah, play here once a week." As of this month, but that part didn't need to be said aloud, did it? Nah. "Love to see you back though. It'd be nice to see a familiar face in the crowd."
It had been so long since she had gotten the pleasure of simply enjoying a live gig, of sitting down somewhere with a drink and get lost in the MUSIC for one evening, not overthinking any big mission, not looking over her shoulder ( as much ) as she used to ... it was freeing, in a way. Such a small thing and yet the biggest sign of freedom she had been able to experience in what felt like her entire life. So who could fault her for feeling such almost CHILDISH excitement? Had she not earned something so light after years of hardship?
Maybe it was also a bit of inability to ... simply be herself, to not play a character or a role for her work. When had been the last time she had been So Mi rather than SONGBIRD? At least it seemed the woman was not only willing but happy to match her energy in this, excited even to have a fan in a way. Maybe this wasn't as embarrassing of an experience as she thought it to be. " Same time next week then? Sounds great. I'll be there. Wouldn't mind getting used to this. " And for once in her life there was no false pretence, no lies in her words. She really did look forward to their next gig.
" Been a while since I enjoyed as gig this much, you guys are really good, like genuinely. You got any official albums I can get my hands on or anything? Would love to support you guys. " And spend some leftover government money on a MUCH better cause than usual.
CYBERPUNK 2077 | EL COYOTE COJO
»»» Johnny's Military Service
Johnny joined the military as a teenager, not even 15 years old, through a number of tricks including lies, faked papers and a lot of convincing people to approve him ( he has always been a good talker ) given he matched neither the education nor age requirements, being a middle school dropout and under 17. But war was brewing for the USA and they desperately needed more soldiers so Johnny ' got lucky ' and had his wish of enlisting granted. The military, at the time, seemed like a good choice to him. He was escaping a highly abusive home environment that he was certain would kill him if he didn't find a way out of it soon. There was an incredible feeling of urgency and having no other possible path open to him that led to his decision to leave home as a young teen and to lie to join the military when he was far too young to legally do so.
He did not stay long with the military ( around a year or less ), but long enough for his first and only deployment to Nicaragua ( yes, engram Johnny mentions he was sent to Mexico, but he is remembering his service wrong ). He fought for the US in the Second Central American War in which the US invaded several Central American countries and all you need to know about how this conflict went for the US forces is the fact it earned the name ' New Vietnam '. It is not unlikely then, to imagine the kind of hell Johnny experienced during his time in the field. With the war going horribly wrong and costing 'thousands of American lives', Johnny lost most of the people he deployed with and finally lost his own arm in battle, surviving only barely ( and frequently wondering if death wouldn't have been the kinder fate ). Morale was at an all time low already and with Johnny being given almost no time to adjust to the new arm he received and with no consideration of the burden of his experiences on his mental health, he made the decision to desert, unable to bear the burden of the sheer mental toll of the war any longer and becoming utterly disillusioned with the nation he was fighting for in the process.
Officially, ' Robert John Linder ' went MIA in 2003. After reinventing himself, Johnny never gave up his real name to the public and deliberately avoided having his old life connected to his new one as much as possible. Backlash against deserters was incredibly high as the US ran intensive propaganda against them and sympathy for them was low. The only people who knew anything about Johnny's past for quite a while were his fellow band members and Rogue. He was, however, eventually forced to disclose his status as a deserter, though not his name, to the public when media giant MDS tried to threaten to expose him if he refused to sign with them, which he did by publishing an album in which he exposed himself before they had the chance to do so. The album also served as Johnny's way of shedding light on the many failures of the government to take care of its soldiers and hinted at the horrors Johnny and many other soldiers endured during their deployment.
The consequences of his military service went far beyond just his issues of being seen as a traitor given his status as a deserter. He was a teenager when he was sent to war, suffered heavy trauma, lost an arm and received little to no care for any of these issues which in turn made him spiral further into even darker depths. Many of the things he would struggle with for the rest of his life ( ptsd, depression, addiction, issues maintaining relationships etc. etc. ) can be traced back to the impact his military service had on his life. His entire world view, distrust in politicians and corpos and his desire to keep pushing back against them started with a teenage boy who was sold the dream of defending his homeland just to be abandoned and left to rot in a place akin to hell.
