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Kaito Yuuga…was it? The name rang a bell, but it was blunt– hardly a sound piercing enough to bring the droid into an eerie realization that he was someone of semi-importance. He wracked his brain for a bit in bed, trying to bring up his file onto random memory. No matter how many times he tossed and turned, he could not remember. Just recall the first vague lessons he enrolled with him when he was still fresh and new.
[ DATA LOG ] >> KAITO YUUGA xxxx 06 14 >> VOCALOID mentor at CRYPTON >> Administered basic vocal harmonization and training. xxxx 08 05 >> ACQUITTED upon request. Reasons N/A.
That was precisely what worried the synth. How many? How many more old faces would he be fated to meet? He was convinced he would never see them again. Why did Kaito return? He felt apprehensive upon seeing him at the front doors as planned. Len could not recall much from their lessons together. It’d feel rude to miss a recalled memory if the old man brought it up. But that was how Len coped since the last the two met. He dumped most of his memories out of sorrow. Like tossing a textbook just before a final exam.
“Mn…coffee is fine,” he answers stiffly. “I ate before arriving, thinking this was going to be a practice session.”
An absence of uncountable years, the droid expected to go straight back to lessons? Like nothing happened. The elder teen cocks a brow at the blond, then nods. “Wouldn’t you think it as out of the blue, back to singing lessons after all this time? You could sing a tune later. See how much you’ve improved since last time.” Thank goodness Ori had gotten a hang of the buildings surrounding the area of places that served food, drinks, and many other goods. Those were the basics. Anything beyond, they’d be completely lost. Arriving at the coffee house, the system kindly allows Len first into the building and follows behind. As to where they should sit, a table away from everyone. A server passes by, leaving two menus. The system skims through; coffee shall be fine, that is what adults drink, accompanied with a baked good. Order taken soon after, Ori stares down at his classic coffee with a blueberry muffin to the side. Funny how he’d never drank such a thing before. Taking a sip, the taste is off-putting. It’s pleasant to smell but tastes like liquefied cigarette smoke.
“How have you been? Been up to anything? How about in the music industry?” He had not the slightest clue to initiate a conversation. A shame to his own name.
Hectic tactics were least expected on the system’s list. Generations had passed from origin of place, money and photo identification became useless and outdated. These were all the things necessary, and many more, to fulfill the plan from this world. Running in circles, days crept onto long anticipated date. Anxiety overwhelms the system all morning. Heart racing in panic, downing a bottle of water gripped by trembling fingers.
Will today fare well? Dark, messy aegean blue locks combed down. A simple turtleneck top with a white blazer over matched with white slacks and brown dress boots to compliment it all. A reflected visage; a professional man by the name Kaito Yuuga, a mentor and music teacher whom left after burdened with piles of work. That is whose identity Ori will temporarily take the place of. By far, no one’s questioned it since his stay. The guise proves a success.
Prior to the set rendezvous, Ori had to pay visit of the curious building know as Crypton. He remembers it clearly, a woman who raised her brows and commented; “It’s been a while since we last saw you, Mr. Yuuga. How have you been? Ah? Can’t imagine all the work you’ve managed. You’d like to see Len? Sure thing. I’ll contact him for you. He’ll be glad to see you.”
Fond words of encouragement, at least he hoped and prayed they were. The one thing that struck as odd was the emphasis of Len’s name. Oblivious to it all, the woman specified a specific Len droid that temporarily trained under the real Kaito Yuuga.
The similar parallels were unsettling. Ori had served as a mentor and left, straining the relationship between his old friend. The consequences? He’d outlive everyone. Most importantly, Ori will outlive him, no longer present in times of needs. The least expected happened, blessed and in utter shock, Ori’s old friend was partnered with him after hundreds of years. He who made the same sacrifice and gave up life as a human to become a system, the second system of the management tower. It wasn’t long when it all fell apart. There was no one to blame but himself. Right?
What impact did Kaito Yuuga have with Len from this universe? Why is it that one is human yet the other an android? That is as much information data could collect from this world, this universe.
Lifting sleeves by the edge, Ori reads the time on a wrist watch. Meet up time at twelve o’clock by Crypton’s building. That is a good time, right? Not too early and not too late. It’s perfect. Today is cloudy, same as the previous days. Forecast didn’t include rain. The sun will peek sometime later. He isn’t accustomed to it. Hands held together, Ori looks down with occupied eyes. Waiting. Looking at the time once more, his view meets blond hair. A pregnant pause. Heart begins racing, gentle eyes direct to Len.
Stay calm.
“It’s been a couple of years.” he smiles. “Mind catching up at a coffeehouse? Unless you’re hungry, we can go somewhere to your liking. I'll pay for you.”
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by Ichimura
Circa Survive - Mandala
Noise of crying, chattering, and engines, wash over the system, incomprehensible babbles. Billboards and posters adorn the city of the greatest hits of songs, celebrities, movies, and so on. Entering a music store, teenagers are scattered about with a couple adult and some with children. The place is so neatly organized and clean. One could be swept into nothingness. Sound kicks in like a storm. The inside of the store is so lively; people laughing, talking, consoling crying children. A hand cups another, arms tucked safely against the young adult’s chest. Ori speed walks into a random aisle, bumping into a teenage girl while uttering an apology. There’s too many people, inside and out!
‘How did I, why…?’
Ori scratches xyr arm, striding to another aisle. Eyes glance at colorful posters of idols, one sharing similar features to xemself. Another in the group has styled blond hair… Nervously swallowing, Ori coughs into the crook of xyr arm. Looking around like a child about to steal sweets, Ori picks up headphones and puts them on after removing a single ear piece. Selecting song after song on a monitor, a nostalgic voice sings to xem. It’s not exactly the same, but it’s close enough. Xe quietly hums along the unfamiliar melody towards the end. Guilt overcomes good feelings, Ori stops the playlist and removes the headphones.
Fingers drum against the object’s ear cup. Guilt doesn’t describe this feeling, it’s a mixture of discontentment. Irritation? Ori hangs the object on its hook and walks away from the aisle. The system knocks into another person and pauses, turning their head towards them.
“My bad.” Oh.
This person is taller and a little intimidating for that.
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@systemi { # } ~ At this point of time it became very custom for people to travel to other realms and kingdoms, but from time to time there were some people who were special cases of individuals who got lost. It was summer time in Lycia, Roy travels across the continent of Elibe to visit his friends a fellow comrades in other kingdoms near by.
On his way to meet them his attention was caught by someone with a strange looking. The redhaired approaches them to check if they need ant assistance. “Are you alright sir? “ He asks the person with a calm voice.
Under trees disguises the season of summer as spring. The young adult steps out the shade into the blistering sun. It isn’t bad at all unlike universes facing climate changes with horrendous humidity. Luckily he’s all clad in white and clothing not too tight, the heat doesn’t penetrate too much and it’s not that bothersome.
At a distance, Ori notices a redhead seemingly dressed like a knight. Is that what he is or something else? It feels like a relief he doesn’t stand out too. Maybe a cape would work better than a loosely worn scarf.
“I’m fine, just lost.” He replies. This stranger must be of this world, correct? He doesn’t appear to be threatening and his voice is kind and welcoming. Of course, that can all be fake but the system feels nothing. No intuitive feeling he’s dangerous.
“Are you native to here or know this land? I’m a little concerned I’m in the middle of nowhere.”
This is unusual, the look of the world and the effects it has on the system; accustomed to an altered appearance, this is something new. Arms outstretched, the young adult inspects himself from fingertips to toes. It’s as if he were dead, a decayed corpse who needed new patches of flesh to continue existing as a whole rather than in pieces. Ori’s attire is rather unique too, wires to deceive he needs electronic power to keep his body living and tattered clothing to accompany the graveyard’s aesthetic of the deceased. His whole look fits the scene.
Enough gazing at himself, what even is this place? Where the dead live? It’s eerie and quiet, not a soul in sight. Ori creeps further inside the area, his gut twisting at the feeling of lurking presence. Is it only assuming someone or something is around from judgement? Against a stone brick fence at his left, a still scarecrow welcomes him with a wide grin. This world must be deserted! Perhaps all of existence ran off or became extinct. Right from the start, he failed. He came in to a doomed...
A disembodied giggle emits from a tombstone as if whatever it was knew what he was thinking, reassuring him there is life here. The system’s breathing stops as he barely swallows spit from a dry mouth. He takes a deep breath and cautiously marches forward.
The system materializes into a new world, the time period of it unknown. There are no buildings or humans in sight as he peers through a couple of trees he luckily finds himself beside. Is there civilization, people? Other beings and species? He doesn’t want to stand out like a sore thumb, but all seems well. No one is present.
Surrounding him are trees and lush greens for as far as the eye can see, from the cordinates of the area he stands at. Originator sneaks out from behind the trees, nice crisp air blowing about compared to homeworld. It’s rather beautiful.
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