[She shakes her head. There were motions, from what she can recall, about wanting to introduce more greenery to Cloudbank. But in general, it was very industrial. If she had remade it, perhaps she would have taken that into consideration. Something real, but if it was made through the Process, who's to say it would have been real at all?
The... Country, as she'd glimpsed it, was filled with what felt like real nature. If that's what she can call it. Maybe that too, was just a figment of her own wants.
Red's thoughts aren't completely differently. She might not have been able to hold the Transistor properly (that is, not without dragging its blade along the ground), but she misses the other things that it came with. Jaunt is one of them and just hearing him make mention of it makes her cast a look over her shoulder to him. Knowing. The way she motions however seems to support the same agreement.
They're crossing the same obstacles and though she may not be able to use words, she can still release the occasional sound as she gets caught on a root that forces her to further rip some of her already tattered wear with a moment's irritation. He can catch up to her as it seems she doesn't mind taking point. Squinting into the distance, she spies maybe what she thinks might be settlement. Or something. Other people? Anything's an improvement over this tree. Lifting a hand, she gestures to it.
Over there. Her mouth moves for his sake. Maybe that'll make things easier for him. What do you see?]
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The... Country, as she'd glimpsed it, was filled with what felt like real nature. If that's what she can call it. Maybe that too, was just a figment of her own wants.
Red's thoughts aren't completely differently. She might not have been able to hold the Transistor properly (that is, not without dragging its blade along the ground), but she misses the other things that it came with. Jaunt is one of them and just hearing him make mention of it makes her cast a look over her shoulder to him. Knowing. The way she motions however seems to support the same agreement.
They're crossing the same obstacles and though she may not be able to use words, she can still release the occasional sound as she gets caught on a root that forces her to further rip some of her already tattered wear with a moment's irritation. He can catch up to her as it seems she doesn't mind taking point. Squinting into the distance, she spies maybe what she thinks might be settlement. Or something. Other people? Anything's an improvement over this tree. Lifting a hand, she gestures to it.
Over there. Her mouth moves for his sake. Maybe that'll make things easier for him. What do you see?]