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Presento for @renegaderadiation. For being generally awesome and so forth. A soft pastel destruction maiden. 

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“Hello Sybil.”

I finished Transistor and now I want to draw all the Camerata :P

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Transistor Week - Sybil Reisz

It’s almost 20th May over here, so here’s a Sybil in celebration! 

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Redbubble / Instagram / Commissions List

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see you in the country

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“I love people!”

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God/Goddess Asks!

Anubis: How do you feel about death?

Atum: What are your greatest imperfections?

Bastet: Do you have any cats?

Hathor: What brings you joy?

Horus: What is one thing you've had to fight for in your life?

Osiris: Do you believe in the underworld?

Ra: Do you have any major responsibilities or importance?

Thoth: Do you like to read/write?

Arawn: What is the most terrifying thing you've ever done?

Bran: How is your health?

Brighid: Tell us about your relationship with your father.

Cernunnos: What is your favorite animal?

Danu: What is your relationship with your mother?

Morrigan: What do you think happens when we die?

Olwen: What is your favorite flower?

Rhiannon: Have you ever been betrayed?

Bragi: What kind of music do you listen to?

Freya: Have you ever been in love?

Freyr: Do you have any children?

Hœnir: Are you a silent or talkative person?

Iounn: How old are you?

Loki: What is the best trick you've ever pulled on someone?

Odin: What is your family like?

Thor: Would you consider yourself pretty powerful?

Tree: What have you done with your life? What are you going to do with it?

Aphrodite: What do you think of yourself?

Ares: Are you an easy person to anger?

Athena: Would you consider yourself an artist?

Apollo: Do you play any instruments?

Dionysus: Do you drink?

Hades: Do you have a bad reputation?

Hekate: Have you ever tried to communicate with the dead?

Hermes: Have you ever stolen anything?

Poseidon: Are you a moody person?

Zeus: Are you a confident person?

Jupiter: Would people say that you are intimidating or fairly approachable?

Pluto: Where do you think we go when we die?

Apollo & Dianna: Do you prefer to be up during the day or at night?

Mars: Have you ever gotten into a fight?

Minerva: Do you generally give good advice?

Proserpine: Have you ever felt trapped?

Plutus: Do you have a job?

Venus: Have you ever had your heart broken?

Vesta: Do you like being home or do you try to get out whenever you can?

Morpheus: Do you daydream often? Of what?

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@opticallyenhanced

It’s been a really long time.

Somehow, Sybil had ended up back in Cloudbank for what she estimated was about a year. She had to estimate, because time didn’t seem to be working right back home. Apparently she’d gone and caused the end of the world. She felt pretty bad about that.

She’d take being alive in Hive City over being dead in Cloudbank, at least. Because being dead turned out to be very, very lonely, and very, very boring. She’d missed everyone from Hive City while she was there.

So when Sybil wanders into a little cafe and happens to spot Raymond, it’s a relief to see a friendly face.

“Hello! It’s been quite a while, hasn’t it?”

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//hit that like for a little (one or two para) starter! capped at 2 for now

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//Anyone interested in opening an amphitheater/music venue in the City? Like this post and I’ll shoot you a message- I think it could be fun! 

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//Well, Citta, it’s been a year and now Sybil is back! Starter call coming up soon!

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Sybil from Transistor~ Love her red hat way too much!

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               everything in me says to move on,        but му нєαят doesn’t know where to go. 

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"Hero Day this, Hero Day that. Where’s Chaotic Neutral Anti-Villain Day, huh?”

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“It’s... it’s so ridiculous, yet I can’t look away....”

“I brought along my old butt window suit, just for this day! Time ta’ fight crime and crush some nuts!”

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May I request a nice new spring outfit?

“Of course. Let me see… Ah.”

“The weather has been getting nicer as of late, hasn’t it? I chose a sleeveless dress for the occasion. If something here doesn’t fit, don’t hesitate to say something.”

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Sybil simply blinks. She’s pretty sure that he attempted to rhyme ‘shit’ with itself, which indicates either an amateur or someone who’s spent years carefully cultivating their brash, don’t-give-a-damn attitude. The first is probably more accurate.

Still, it’s best not to take any chances.

“So that’s all you’ve got? You really think you stand a chance? Because I can tell you don’t with nothing but a glance. “If you thought I’d play nice, then you’re sorely mistaken. Your rhymes are uninspired and mine are groundbreaking! “You think you can make it as a trainer and a poet, but we’ll tear this game apart and you’ll just watch us do it!”

There. That should be enough, for now. All that’s left is to pass her commands on to Nokta.

“Alright, Nokta, Mask().” With that, Nokta seems to fade from view- a sharp-eyed individual could make out a shimmer in the air where she stands, but other than that, she’s near invisible. A useful ability, though it’s nullified by any attacks Nokta uses.

☾ TALENT SHOWDOWN: TAVROS VS. SYBIL ☽

A nod of her head implies that the standard beast/dance battle protocol is well known to her. In reality, she’s never actually engaged in either before. But how could she possibly lose? 

His rhyme is full of character, to say the least. It surely couldn’t have come from anybody else. Tavros looks a tad bit upset; perhaps his preparations proved insufficient in the face of Sybil’s sheer commanding presence!

“Sybil Reisz, and this cutie’s a Fetch. If you don’t step down now, you’re in for some distress!”

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Oh, now that was just uncalled for. No longer could the other’s offenses even be chalked up to an accident; in that instant it became obvious that she was reveling in her destructive ways.

And so, with a graceful yet firm movement forward, Sybil is now blocking the other’s path. Her own parasol is at the ready.

“I’m sure we can work out an arrangement.”

What a chillingly heartless thing to do. Ruining Sybil’s brand new dress- which had cost her quite a bit!- and not even having the guts to apologize?

Despicable.

“Ex-cuse, me, miss,” Sybil calls out, her voice mockingly polite, “but it seems that you owe me, oh, two hundred dollars?”