12TH ♫ | i won't accept a world without you

[eudemonics]

μ CMO/VOICETEST/WHATEVER

i haven't even completed the game yet but i know what i'm about son PROBABLY GONNA BE SPOILERS FOR THE CALIGULA EFFECT IN HERE but honestly who cares apart from me and yue

a cheerful peppy idol A.I. Vocaloid-in-all-but-name who learns empathy and yearns to save humanity after singing so many songs about suffering and pain. she's a good girl who's just trying her best but has a sort of warped understanding of how to actually go about helping people.

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[kannazukinomedium]

[Misaki's memories are still vague, and fragmented. Images come back to her in her sleep often, of the woman she called 'Oneechan' as a child, of her best friend Miya. She knows now that few of those memories are quite what they seem, but one thing is clear. She spent much of her childhood in that so-called mental hospital, before she was taken away from the island to live a more normal life.

In either of those situations, she was hardly used to extravagance or luxury. So she's understandably confused when she awakens under the covers of a plush canopy bed, one much too big for a single petite Japanese girl. Tossing the covers aside so she can sit up and take in her surroundings, she's just as surprised at the elegance of the room around her. It's like something out of a fairy tale... too fancy and elegant and beautiful and perfect to be real.

Rubbing gently at her eyes, she muses to herself.]

I must be dreaming.

[Clearly, there's no one else to hear her talking to herself if this is a dream. To her surprise, though, her arm hits something else in the bed with her. A familiar doll...]

Huh? ... Miya...

[She holds the doll up to get a better look. It's definitely Miya. And, as she clutches the doll to her chest, she notices there's bits and pieces of her room at the hospital, and her room back home. It's like someone took the time to build this perfect dream room around her most precious belongings. Everything important to her, in a place far away from the dangers and pain of that island...

To herself, she wonders, where exactly is she? Who could have brought her here?]

[eudemonics]

Oh, you're awake!

[ Mobius was growing fast and μ was both thrilled and somewhat put out by that fact. It was wonderful that so many people were coming to stay here with her and Aria but it meant there were that many people hurt and scarred by the real world and they were growing by the day. It was still just a trickle but she wouldn't be surprised if the floodgates opened up soon.

She still makes a point of greeting each and every single person she brings here, though. Even if it's just with her voice. With Misaki, though... she's made some special arrangements. μ's not even sure why but something about this girl in particular... μ just wants to support her even more, lavish her with even more care than the others.

Her life in reality had been awful, like a waking nightmare, it had to have been for her to have come to Mobius so easily. μ... just wants to make things nice and easy for her now that she's here.

She's been sat at Misaki's beside this whole time, waiting for her to come around and she jolts to her feet when she finally does. ]

Are you feeling okay? Is everything alright?!

[kannazukinomedium]

[Anyone perceptive enough could see Misaki's been through hell. She might not even remember all of it herself, yet she wears the marks of it in her demeanor. Perhaps even in the way she desperately clutches the doll... 'Miya'... as if it might disappear if she didn't. She's not letting go of that doll anytime soon, strange as it might look for a girl her age.

She's so focused on the bed and Miya that the other girl's voice makes her jump.]

Who-...?

[She's startled, but not necessarily afraid. She frowns, puzzled, while her eyes meet μ's. The concern in the other girl's eyes is a little off-putting, but most of all it's the fact that Misaki can't get any kind of clear sense about her. It's like the girl isn't even really there, or that's how it would feel if Misaki didn't have clear evidence to the contrary. It could just be her perception is still adjusting to this place, or maybe her sixth sense can't properly read beings like μ. Whichever it turns out to be, it's unsettling for now.]

I'm... fine.

[Despite the halting, uncertain tone of her voice, she seems to be growing more sure of herself by the second. Her frown quickly turns more serious, and the tone of her voice more resolved.]

Where are we?

[eudemonics]

We're in your room right now! Oh, um, I hope it's okay that I took a few liberates. I wanted you to wake up somewhere you'd feel safe so I went ahead and made your room in advance for you. If there's anything you don't like just let me know and I can go ahead and change it for you!

[ She seems completely unperturbed by Misaki's reaction and it doesn't seem like she's playing dumb either. Her smile is certainly sincere enough and her eyes are bright and happy. She's truly please to see her here, up and about and ready to start her new life here in Mobius. ]

My name is μ. I brought you here -- oh and this place is called Mobius. It's a whole city that me and my friend made all by ourselves. Isn't that amazing?

[kannazukinomedium]

[Her room? She's never had a room like this, and the way her eyes narrow at the answer must have given that away. μ's explanation seems innocent enough, and she's far too sincere and eager to please for it to be genuine.]

No, it's... okay.

[She grows increasingly uncertain about this situation the more μ explains. A whole city that this girl and her friend made? If this extravagant room wasn't proof of what this girl might be capable of, she'd be doubtful that this 'city' could actually exist. But more importantly, it doesn't matter.]

Thank you. [She doesn't want to be impolite, especially if this girl really is trying to help.] But I have to get back. I have to...

[She has to... what? She glances down at the doll in her arms, recalling what it means to her. But there's something off about this. She feels like she's still missing something, even while she's holding what her fragmented memories say is the precious thing she'd left behind that she was searching for.

Just because she can't remember, it doesn't make her any less determined. She moves to swing her legs over the side of the bed, planning to get up and leave as quickly as possible.]

Sorry. I have to go.

[Never mind that she doesn't know the way out of this city or even this room. She'll figure it out, and though she tries to be polite to μ and thankful for her hospitality, she otherwise brushes her aside as if she's unimportant right now.]