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vocaloidressing2018-11-07 03:27 pm
indulgedtheother) wrote in vocaloidressing2018-11-07 03:27 pm
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RETURN OF THE ANGRY GUITARS...?! where my vdr alumni at
[ it's been quiet, hasn't it?
the city isn't abandoned, or anything like that— there's still the ever-present and bustling population of Monars up to their usual zany nonsense, the occasional long-term resident going about their lives. however, the assorted castles (how many even are there, now?!) have been gathering dust. the active war zone has been decidedly in active. the Dressing Room... has become normal.
which means the loud rumble of an incoming engine might actually turn some heads as a bus roars into town, heading straight for the much-abused (and yet still somehow miraculously intact— just like its owner!) tour bus— and screeches to a halt just in time to give it the gentlest of taps. it idles there for a few moments before the doors slide open to discharge a group of disgruntled, complaining passengers— one of whom might look very familiar to old faces.
...or, well. two of whom, actually; the pair that speedwalks the hell out of the bus's potential warpath might as well be twins. the girl trailing behind is shorter by a few inches, but aside from that they're nearly identical: same dark blue hair and eyes (albeit a little duller on the girl), same broad-shouldered build, same straight-backed posture. the same healed-over surgical scars.
they both look over the town with just as similar variations on the particular dead-eyed weariness that comes from traveling in cramped quarters for way too long before the man lets out a huge sigh, shoulders slumping with visible relief. ]
This is it...?
This is it. It's been a while... I'm surprised. It doesn't seem to have changed much.
[ —which is when the backpack Kaito is wearing turns out not to be a backpack at all, a head popping up to look over his shoulders as the much shorter girl piggybacking on him shifts her grip for a better view. ]
Huh. Well, I've certainly seen worse as far as these kinds of places go... lucky us, though, that means we've already got our tour guide. Right, "big brother"~?
((who wants to party like it's 2012. 2013? don't make me think about how long it's been please. feel free to have your characters returning off the same bus or other transportation or whatever if they weren't mysteriously here the whole time.and yes, I did just dump three AUs of the same character in here. behold, my true form...! ...i'm so sorry haha
also heads up for any of y'all with psychic/magic/whatever senses: IT'S A MESS OVER HERE))
the city isn't abandoned, or anything like that— there's still the ever-present and bustling population of Monars up to their usual zany nonsense, the occasional long-term resident going about their lives. however, the assorted castles (how many even are there, now?!) have been gathering dust. the active war zone has been decidedly in active. the Dressing Room... has become normal.
which means the loud rumble of an incoming engine might actually turn some heads as a bus roars into town, heading straight for the much-abused (and yet still somehow miraculously intact— just like its owner!) tour bus— and screeches to a halt just in time to give it the gentlest of taps. it idles there for a few moments before the doors slide open to discharge a group of disgruntled, complaining passengers— one of whom might look very familiar to old faces.
...or, well. two of whom, actually; the pair that speedwalks the hell out of the bus's potential warpath might as well be twins. the girl trailing behind is shorter by a few inches, but aside from that they're nearly identical: same dark blue hair and eyes (albeit a little duller on the girl), same broad-shouldered build, same straight-backed posture. the same healed-over surgical scars.
they both look over the town with just as similar variations on the particular dead-eyed weariness that comes from traveling in cramped quarters for way too long before the man lets out a huge sigh, shoulders slumping with visible relief. ]
This is it...?
This is it. It's been a while... I'm surprised. It doesn't seem to have changed much.
[ —which is when the backpack Kaito is wearing turns out not to be a backpack at all, a head popping up to look over his shoulders as the much shorter girl piggybacking on him shifts her grip for a better view. ]
Huh. Well, I've certainly seen worse as far as these kinds of places go... lucky us, though, that means we've already got our tour guide. Right, "big brother"~?
((who wants to party like it's 2012. 2013? don't make me think about how long it's been please. feel free to have your characters returning off the same bus or other transportation or whatever if they weren't mysteriously here the whole time.
also heads up for any of y'all with psychic/magic/whatever senses: IT'S A MESS OVER HERE))
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Very, and not at all.
...It might make more sense to say that as far as we've been able to tell, the only real difference between our lives was that Kagamine-nii got brought here, and Lilith and I went someplace else a little later. Or— rather, Lilith got forced to go someplace else, but when the same thing happened to me I got angry enough about it to dig in my heels and stay put.
[ okay, so she's not giving up entirely on being cagey. ]
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For lack of better phrasing even in his head, she looks so clean in comparison to the other two. Seems their scars had healed over but there was still a trace of them, meanwhile this one doesn't have those tells. There are a number of possible explanations--the scars are simply out of sight, she was a single corpse instead of many, some secret to the method he'd never bothered to ask the doctor when he had the chance out of spite and shame--and it's hard not to outright stare while those possibilities rattle around in his head. ]
I do hope your stay wherever you ended up was pleasant enough. Perhaps not as fickle as this one.
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