Specific Classpect: Page of Blood

(sorry this took so long, it’s been a Week at work and then I wrote a primer on mechanical keyboards, whoops)

Someone requested Page of Blood and ever since I have been kinda snickering at the idea of one because I am not sure but I think that a Page of Blood is just Sora Kindgomhearts. I say this as someone who only played, like, two of those games and drinks the Disney haterade. But the archetype that comes to mind for me is the Fool With Friends, the sort of protagonist in a story who doesn’t really know what the plot happening around them is but they keep walking into the background of important cutscenes until they stumble into a character arc, you know what I’m saying?

That’s the least hospitable read I have on the classpect. A kinder one would be someone who is the beating heart of team of people, the gravity well that holds everyone together, but isn’t the leader by any means. Pages cannot be leaders, I’m sorry, but no. But they can be the person everyone else looks at and is like “I’ve only known the Page of Blood for twenty minutes but if anything happened to them, i’d kill everyone in this room and then myself.”

Because a Page of Blood is going to have amazing innate affinity with Blood without putting in the work, but it’s all gonna feel incidental. There is a charmed quality to the way they operate. All the red chords and tethers of Blood form a safety net for the Page to fall in.

But… I always come back to Pages losing control, and I always come back to Blood’s cost, and the thing about a net is that it can catch you… or it can catch you. The Page of Blood may stumble their way into a tangled mess of emotions and bonds without knowing how to actually deal with them. Blood benefits heavily from being someone who knows how to communicate well (and here I gesture to Karkat Vantas), and I think its a muscle the Page never feels the need to exercise. They might be actually bad at communication, at anything beyond the surface level connection, so when things get difficult, they might feel left adrift in the ocean of red without knowing how to do more than doggy-paddle.

It’s a fun combination, I dig it.