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[ourpastlord-blog]

I guess I’m not Sleeping

As the screen in front of him powered down the Lord found himself in the room with no other people or sounds. The video introduction of what had happened to him had already finished playing so all that was left to do was to leave the room, check the board on the wall for housing, and head off into this new city.

But it’d be wrong to say that was all that was left to do when it came to the Lord, as in his case this was only the beginning.

“What an interesting creation! That seemed like a human on the wall. What a cool thing they did! To think, Nobles are still writing down everything and humans are having moving pictures on walls with voices.” Though royal as his image and attire projects him, the blonde was not good at projecting it once you gave him a second glance. Even as he spoke he was excitedly looking up and down the flat screen television trying to figure out how it works and what made it be able to make moving pictures and sound of all things!

Sure, he should be worried about not having gone into Ragnarok as he expected but this was much too exciting to pass up; at least for now.

And it probably took hours before he finally left that white room, whistling as happily as can be. Hopefully he didn’t break the television for the next person who entered that room but he might.

“So I am staying,” he started as he looked for his name on the wall “in District, uh Delta is it? Oh interesting! Seems I won’t be staying in one of those uh buildings in the middle. Instead I’m living under, hm sector 4.” It seemed easy enough. Walk around a giant city finding district 4 and find a way under it and then he can see his new home.

Or he could just travel around unnecessarily and see what this place had to offer. He really would prefer to do the latter. And with no care in the world of rank, status, title, or self respect the tall Lord was now on a journey to find the nearest person to consult.

[werewolfhearted-blog1]

Slow to Healing

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His first moments in the city was ones he probably should have thought over. Punching a TV was probably not the best idea, but it did tell him things weren’t as they appeared.

For one having such small wounds usually wouldn’t be much of a problem. He had dealt with worse and healed from things thought deadly, but the glass shards that were left in his hand and the blood that dripped down it were small but yet they felt so much worse of a wound than he felt they should have.

These should be starting to at least stop bleeding by now but just moving my hand is keeping the wounds open. Seems whatever brought me here has already done what I was hoping to avoid.

Staring at his hand as he walked, the thought dawned on him he’ll need to find someone to clean it or a place to get supplies to do it himself. Though he knew he had a room here; part of him couldn’t help but wonder if he was now starting over completely. Back on the streets like when he was with M-24. Except this time he didn’t have a partner. 

He didn’t have anything.

He just had his werewolf senses and that was what led him to raise his head, feeling the eyes of a woman looking at him with concern. Seeing her he wasn’t sure what to say, so he said the least he could do.

“Know how to dress a wound..?”

[yourvocaloids]

Honest Hearts

Even if she’d been the one to send the order form in, and thus the one to specify certain rather private details as well as obvious bits anybody could see, this arrival had come as a bit of a shock. She’d been the one to transfer large payments from certain specific sources she’d really rather not discuss, but it still didn’t prepare her for what was to come. After all, three fictional characters had been sent to her lonely, upscale, middle-class house. Or more particularly, robots patterned after Vocaloids had shown up at the front door; rather than being shipped in ominous, insulated, coffin-style crates, the Company sent them to walk under their own power nowadays.

When Sara had answered the bell, she had been thus presented with very distinct three individuals. 

There was a girl shorter than herself (as usual) on the left, sporting iconic bright teal twin-tails, a big smile, and a loose-fitting t-shirt and jeans over a toned, sleek body frame. There was no mistaking her design. Even people who didn’t follow anime or geek culture knew of Miku Hatsune. Beside this national pop idol, in the middle, with long, blindingly pink and fluffy hair, was her counterpart Luka Megurine. Her figure was barely contained by her white ribbed sweater and black yoga pants. She stood taller than Miku, although she didn’t come quite up to Sara’s towering stature... but her body was far softer, smoother, and more generously curvy. 

To the right of the two girls, and no less feminine, was the third and final ‘item’ that had been ordered via secured payment. Gakupo, although this particular unit had been very heavily customized. Most of the emphasis of the order, and the way it varied from the standard settings, concerned his girly hourglass figure, soft face, and even his nickname, Lapis. Normally, he’d have matched or slightly exceeded Sara’s height, but that had been adjusted; Lapis was a touch shorter than Luka. He was wrapped in a blue butterfly-patterned kimono, which contrasted with the casual clothes of the other two units.

When Sara had opened the door, she’d been greeted by all three of them at once. when they realized that, each blushed or laughed, and then pulled back, talking over each other until finally both of the others yielded to Luka.

“Hello, Miss. We’ve been sent to your home to live with you. It’s wonderful to finally meet you in person!” Introductions, after which the three had been allowed to come in, set up in the living room, and offered something to drink. There they now sat, waiting in anticipation for the reaction of their new owner, any orders or requests she had, ground rules, or anything they’d need to know.

Their new lives began the moment Sara answered the door. This was true for her as much as the robots.