User:NeloAngelo/Redstuff/1-2

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 * Nelo: Hey.
 * Red: Sorry, took me a while to convince the officer to allow me to enter the crash site.
 * Nelo: Whatever. Here, your comm. program.
 * Red: Thanks- Your eyes, they're back to red again! Are you okay?
 * Nelo: I'm fine.
 * Red: I mean, you did come in close contact with Grotesques...
 * Nelo: Well, you can run a checkup with your staff.
 * Red: .... Huh, no reaction again.
 * Nelo: Maybe my magic interfered and dispelled the cosmetic illusion.
 * Red: Hmm...
 * Nelo: Anyway, don't you have a rite or something to perform?
 * Red: Transmigration rite, yeah. The viral concentration is less than the norm. What happened to the Grotesques?
 * Nelo: I cremated them.
 * Red: Just like that time in the ruins too....I didn't cleanse the area because back then it was a clean kill, but....
 * Nelo: Hey.
 * Red: Oh! Sorry. .... Nelo, umm...
 * Nelo: Yeah?
 * Red: Nevermind, we can continue this later. I have to cleanse the area. Keep a lookout for me, okay?

Red kept biting and unbit her lips. She wanted to tell me something, but words fail her.

Eventually regaining her footing, Red started brandishing her staff, and begun drawing a series of arcs on the air with it. As she does, faint lines of red began to appear within the atmosphere, and each of them flow towards the red end of Red's staff, almost like converging streams of water. Red continued to dance and twirl, swinging her as if stirring water in the air, the motion turning drawn virus into a concentrated vortex. The reinforced end of Red's staff begin to glow, and then, a combustion of bluish wisps of magic similar to a stream of water splash. The release of the bluish streams seemingly pressurizes Plague and capturing it, and with another motion of the staff, the Plague is dispersed far away. As if in a trance, Red continued the dance. I stood there watching, silently mesmerized. At the same time, I couldn't help but to feel a sense of familiarity between it and my fire invocation.

Another step, another twirl, another swing. Before long, Red has shifted the atmosphere clear of the Red Plague.


 * Nelo: Wow. I've been wondering why Shamans are kinda a big deal, but that answers my question.
 * Red: Mm. My staff isn't just an ID for Shamans, it's also how we perform the Transmigration rite by means of collecting the local virus and sending them away.
 * Nelo: "Sending them away"?
 * Red: Think of it as gathering bad luck and push it into another area.
 * Nelo: You aren't destroying them?
 * Red: As far as I know, the virus cannot be destroyed, only moved. Until I met you, of course. Your flames seems to be able to burn off the virus.
 * Nelo: Another mystery?
 * Red: Seems like it. *sigh* We really need to talk about this.
 * Nelo: What, here? Right now?
 * Red: Yeah, maybe we should return to the Station first and deliver the good news.
 * Nelo: Do they know about the cargo unit?
 * Red: Yeah. They say it's an acceptable losses covered in their insurance.
 * Nelo: I imagine they'd be more upset.
 * Red: Between the loss of resources in short term to the possible infestation of the whole Station, I'm sure everyone would pick the former. .... Don't beat yourself over it, I'm sure the victims wouldn't want the plague spread further as well.