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Hatsune Miku of Vocaloid Affiliated with Citta-Alveare

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     “You slept over.”

     “Do not worry, I happily watched for your safety. You rolled over 12.5 times, and screamed two times.”

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     The scene was a blur, like a movie the events seemed to wash over her and toss her without control. How was anyone to guess that the local cake shop was owned by the even more local mafia? Not Miku Hatsune, who still hadn’t adjusted to the concept she needed to work for what she wanted if she were to make it here. Usually she could grab whatever she’d wanted, and what she wanted was that beautiful-looking (and surprisingly expensive) canoli all stacked with cream and strawberries.

     That poor canoli, still sitting wrecked atop a broken glass plate, was left in its ungracious death back at the shop. By now Miku was blocks away from there, her hand grasped within the fingers of another, a boy she’d never seen but here they were, running from enraged store owners. 

     After a while Miku could only look back curiously, then forward, then back again.

     “Where... are we going?”

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While it wasn’t a joke, Nick was still pretty impressed by this blue-haired youngster. She could certainly give Magnolia back in Goodneighbor a run for her money, that was sure. There was something about her voice that piqued his interest, however. And the way her eyes glazed over–just for a second–when he put his question forward.

It was too early to draw any conclusions… but it was still something to think about.

“You’ve got quite the voice there, kiddo. I bet you can bring the house down if you went up on stage.”

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     ...Praise, despite her obvious misunderstanding, felt wonderful. Now this was her language -- love, praise, stages and music. 

     “The stage!” Her eyes light up.

     “Yes! Where is it...?”

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Snow Bell

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The snow swirled around her but Illya paid it no mind; it was her favourite kind of weather. Her cheeks were flushed pink from the cold and her hair was damp from the melting snowflakes but that didn’t matter. She didn’t think it could actually snow here. Finding out it could had been a real treat…

The action shocked her, enough to stop her in her tracks and observe the teal haired girl holding her hat in her hands. She had encountered some strange characters in this city so the action itself didn’t shock her as much as it would back in her world, it was the suddenness of it which caused her to squeak a little in shock.

“Are you okay?” She asked slowly, carefully. The girl seemed truly fascinated by it and after the initial surprise of her actions subsided, she thought it was rather endearing.

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     So warm and soft, Miku cannot but for a second resist temptation to rub it against her cheek. It felt good on her cold exterior, yes, good -- that might be what she would call it. 

     Enraptured by the sensation it takes her a second to realize someone’s speaking to her. Lo and behold, the original carrier of this hat, inquiring if she’s alright or not. The connection between her action and this girl’s loads with a blink.

     “It’s so cold...”

     “But this is nice and warm.” A pause. As much as she really loved it, something ticks inside her, the good will and cheer hammered into a fabricated personality. She holds it out. “...It’s yours, though, I’m sorry.”

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“Thanks, I guess.” Something’s off. Or maybe it’s just that Nick hasn’t met a kid who wasn’t in some way scarred by post-apocalyptia since he can remember.

“What about you, kiddo? Know any jokes?”

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     Imposter. Impasta. Imposter. Impasta. Imposter.

     “Hm...” Imposter.

     Impasta.                A joke. 

Searching..... 

     “... My weak heart, my fading fear/      But an infant, I lack/      the strength of will/      to stop the encroaching decay “

     She sings, it’s what she knows how to do, and he has asked of her something. That is what she can give.

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At first he was pleased with her laughter but became a titch worried when she asked her question.

“Ah, well, I just took the word ‘impostor’ and slid in ‘pasta’ so it’d be an appropriate punchline for the joke. If… they’re not funny, there’s no need to laugh, kid. I can take a little constructive criticism.”

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     “...” From a smile, to a long, blank pause, then another smile. 

     Word play was common in her lyrics -- no, not her’s. The lyrics of others inputted into her. But this realization, this understanding, this was now her’s.

     “That's fantastic! You did a great job!” A little strange to say, but it was genuine now. “Imposter... Imposta... Imposter...”

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“Alright.” He scanned his brain–database?–for his world famous Pre-War humor. “What do you call a fake noodle?”

Dramatic pause.

“An impasta!”

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     Dramatic pause, x2.

     ...

     “HA! HAhahaha, hahahahaha! Ahahahaahahahahahaha!!”

     "...What is an impasta?”

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Nick might be a bit outdated on the humor front, but he’ll take what victories he can.

“Y’wanna hear another one?”

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     Nods!

     Yes. Alright. She’s got it now. Laugh at the end. It’s a joke.

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“The joke. You… you got the joke.” Was it just him or did his incredible punnery just put this kid into shock?

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     “I got the joke.” Repeat. Process.

     Ding.

     “Aha! Ahaha!!....Heeheehee! Heehee, hee hee...!”

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“I know you got that one, kiddo.”

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     Looks down into her hands.

     “...What do I have?”

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“Why do chicken coops only have two doors?” 

“Because if they had four, they would be chicken sedans!”

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     Blank stare... A stare so blank it could kill.

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Snow Bell

     Snow was cold.

     An astute observation, scientists would say. For Miku, the snow she had come into contact with was all fake fluff that carried the scent of steel wool. Now here she stood in the middle of an oncoming blizzard experiencing the icy slodge they call 'snow' at full-blast.

      She wonders where she can find reprieve, until a girl in a purple coat comes speeding down the sidewalk. She almost hadn't registered her with that blanched head of hair blending into the atmosphere, if not for the matching purple hat.

     "Ah --" Reaching out with barely a thought other than how warm it looked, Miku's fingers snatch it up and hold it close.

     Oh, it was warm...

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     She certainly was confused– just as much as she was confusing, the man thought. Unless she was so entirely disconnected from reality that the thought of being kidnapped had not occurred up until now, Babbage wasn’t entirely sure what was ailing this girl. … Was it shock, perhaps?

Such a thing was a possibility among possibilities.

“What are you confused about, in particular? I have no qualms in distributing my data concerning this place to you, if that will help things.”

“… Hrm. I had thought you weren’t concerned, but I take it back. It seems you are, indeed. You should be, at any rate. Worry not though– now that I am here, you needn’t worry particularly much. I can act as your guide.”

     For now anyways, Babbage mused.

While he was not above helping those in need, he did have his own agenda he hoped to propagate as well. Yes– finding the scientists was an important endeavor, as were the other curiosities he hoped to process.

“Go on, then. Ask me anything you like, dear.”

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     The term data pings her sense of curiosity. Humans don’t usually speak about data unless it’s in reference to her, but this was in reference to him... Could he be like her?

     Indeed, though gone undetected as anything outstanding to the android, his visage was rather unconventional among normal humans. Ah, she’d been preoccupied enough with herself it was hardly noticed -- not entirely a new thing for Miku.

     But something stands out more significantly -- that word -- Guide. Her guide, specifically. Yes, it’s what she needed, what she’s always needed, someone to point her in the right direction. Miku Hatsune dances on the thread of others’ whims and desires, without such things she falls into nothing.

     Thank goodness. She even smiles again.

     Directive.

     Now, inputting inquiry: “Yes!”

     “Where is the stage?”