Operator file: Gilberta

Operator

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Physical Examination Report

Denies history of alcohol use. History of living in humid environments near the sea. Denies allergy to Oripathy medication. Oripathy vaccination is pursuant to birthplace coverage. Medical imaging reveals: (i) Clear organ outlines with no abnormal darkening; (ii) No Originium particles or related abnormalities found in circulatory system; (iii) No sign of Oripathic infection. Subject can be verified as Oripathy-negative. BLIGHT CONDITIONS: History of close contact with Blight materials. Operator exhibits no visible sign of Blight infection. NOTE: Warfarin has specifically requested that a separate application must be submitted to Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals Inc. to acquire detailed health information of this Operator. HUMAN RESOURCE CORROBORATION EMPLOYMENT TYPE: Third party service provider/vendor DIVISION EMPLOYED: Endfield Specialist Tech Division WORK HISTORY: 2 years SKILLS: Originium Arts RECOMMENDER(S): Warfarin

Human Resources Summary

Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals Inc. is a close partner of Endfield Industries. Gilberta is one of the several Rhodes Islanders with a permanent assignment at Endfield. "I've never seen anyone dressed almost entirely in red while radiating every shade of color. She is an endless pool of possibilities but only a single choice came out from her... Pardon me, this unit was not intended to compose poetry." ——Martin Marvin Malen, Assistant, HR Division, Endfield Industries

File 1

Every kid living in the frontiers knows that if we behave, a lady dressed in red will show up in our dreams and reward us with sweets. Those who believe in these stories were never disappointed. All of us hope that the Arcane Navigator will pay us a visit. She would knock, enter our homes, and talk with the grown-ups. Her eyes would look for us hiding around the corner, under the tables, beneath the staircase, or behind the bed. And once she found us, she would smile and her eyes would turn into two fine beautiful curves. We could not help but go running to her, no matter how far we were. The Navigator knew all of our names. She knew the streets where everyone lived and the secret places where we would play. Perhaps messengers also have a mission to bring us happiness. We know that Miss Navigator's pockets are always filled with candy and little toys that smelled nice, just like her. She also talked with fruity words that sound really sweet but would never make our teeth go bad. But Miss Navigator hasn't been back after the sky split apart. Mom and Dad said Gilberta went on a mission to save the future of this world. Whenever we gaze upon the great bottomless hole in the sky, we would pray for Miss Navigator and hope that the storm does not trap her there.

File 2 Have at least 50% Trust with Gilberta

Gilberta is a messenger from Rhodes Island. Her favorite color is red. The messenger is a fan of dime romances popular in the frontier. Gilberta would be easily captivated by these trite tales and often read them into the wee hours of the night. Yet she hardly ever admitted to this little pastime of hers. Gilberta enjoys collecting all sorts of nail polish and lipsticks. But instead of using them, she would simply arrange these little colorful jars on her vanity to create a glittering rainbow. She would spend hours on her hair just to make sure the gel was evenly applied to every strand. Gilberta also had a keen nose for fresh, clean air and always knew where the wind was coming from. She would walk in absolute silence, probably because her feet hardly touched the floor. Gilberta also used this ability to play hide and seek with children in the hospital while wearing white bedsheets over her head.

File 3 Have at least 100% Trust with Gilberta

The Originium Woods is a place where the chaotic threads of fate meet and weave with one another. Sentient lifeforms that entered the Wood seek not the correct path, but the way of their choices. Entering the Woods would be a choice on its own. This choice meant that the reality of the past had been taken apart and ascended to the metaphysical realm―The myriad of shifting worlds would be musical chords that resonate, harmonize, construct, and dissipate one another. In Gilberta's eyes, the past was the gravity of the land. She would skim across its surface but never stray too far off, for swerving away would render the sky meaningless as well. Nevertheless, Gilberta's eyes remain fixed upon the future. She called out Warfarin's name in the Woods. The Warfarin she saw felt unfamiliar, but in the ever-changing Woods, the act of turning around caused unfamiliarity to blend in with the humming background resonance. "Where are we going?" Gilberta asked. "A place where we are needed." She opened her eyes and saw before her a road to the future. Messengers never fear where the journey may lead, for they always travel to those in need.

File 4 Have 200% Trust with Gilberta

The frontier was literally a place filled with wonders and the unknown. There were always new situations to deal with and new crises to avert. Every delivery presented a new opportunity different from the last. Gilberta loved the beautiful smiles of frontier recipients when they finally received a package of Made-in-the-Band products. They might have waited an entire year for the present to arrive, a just reward for thriving in the wilderness against all odds. The messenger also loved the glitter in the recipients' eyes when she came knocking on their door with their letters. These moments made her feel wanted. The successful delivery of the Sarcophagus made Gilberta feel that she was accepted by someone. It was a joyous sensation that surprised her as well. The wounds suffered by Gilberta during the Æthercell explosion and the fight with Nefarith were so severe that she was filled with despair. At that very moment, the one in the mysterious mask came with all the hope she needed. Gilberta felt something familiar with this special person and only wanted to be closer. Is this someone I could trust? Someone I could lean upon? I know I'm getting tired of the clichéd and overused plots, romances, and sweet cozy feels of the dime romances—but are they happening to me right now? The rocks floating in the air reminded Gilberta of rain held in stasis. She studied the special someone closely and her heart began to race. Oh, how she wanted to avoid the rain.