Post by mugenginga on Sept 7, 2009 4:59:53 GMT -5
Zero was looking through a music store. Not the one near the back left of the mall. That entire area seemed to be having a power outage. It was probably a good think Dexter, Mandark, and Zero were on an upper level, kind of tucked in a corner. Zero hadn't been having the greatest of times on the island, and Uno would not have helped things.
As it was, he was in the largest music store in the mall. The rather gaudy sign out front said C-Dimension and had likely been named after the island. Zero had actually spent some time earlier asking about Miku. It hadn't been hard, what with the rather rudely interrupted concert, it was pretty much all anyone had been talking about. A creepy smile spread on Zero's lips as he thought of that, and several people took a wide berth around him as he made his way down the aisles.
They were called Vocaloids, and there were quite a few more than Miku and Gakupo. The opinions of them seemed to be mixed, and it was rather humorous people many people thought of them as nothing but programs. He turned an aisle and his eyes fell on what he was looking for. A display of CDs by the very same Vocaloid whose concert he had crashed. He picked one up and flipped it over to the back, grateful that he had been reborn in a Japanese video game. It allowed him to read the titles of the songs.
He placed the sealed CD into the fancy CD preview player he had seen many stores carry and put on the headphones that came with it. He raised an eyebrow at the psuedo-mechanical sounds that were being played, wondering how people listened to this stuff. He was about to pull the headphones off when he was basically blindsided by what was possibly the fastest string of Japanese he'd ever heard.
This wasn't singing, the was an attempt to break world records with speaking. It was a good thing this Miku was a program, he had a funny feeling most humans would have passed out by this time. He had trouble making them out due to the speed, but it was enough. Something about mimicking humans and dead ends.
Good Arceus, is this entire song like this? he thought to himself as he worked at not ripping the headphones off.
Anyone that was passing... well, a misconception was entirely possible. Long white hair, red eyes, a less than friendly scowl, and a pair of headphones on his head... well, Vocaloid Otaku would likely stop and stare. Then again, only Vocaloid fans would really stand a chance of getting the rather humorous comparison or outright misconception that could be drawn...
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At the entrance to the mall, about twenty-five feet from C-Dimension, probably the most extreme example of bishounen stood arguing with a security guard. He was dressed in a body hugging black shirt, no sleeves and had on rather loose and flowing purple pants. His long dark violet hair was held up in three ponytails, although two of them hung in front of his head.
His fingernails were painted the same shade of purple as his hair, and his eyes were a similar shade themselves. He seemed to be spazzing rather badly, one hand waving around and the other pointing at a sheathed katana at his waist. It held on with a black cord he had tied around his waist like a belt.
"Sir, sir we can't let you in with that weapon!"
The violet haired man covered his face with one hand, "I've seen dozens of people walk in here with weapons. Why are you picking on me?"
"It's not our fault if some people get past security. Sir, would you please just hand over the sword? We'll give it back to you when you leave."
"Ka-ta-na. Don't insult it by calling it simply a sword. Look, are you telling me the only way I'm getting in here with this is if I sneak past security?"
The security guard paused, "Wait... what?"
The man crossed his arms, "You heard me. A samurai is never without his weapon."
The security guard twitched before bursting out into laugher, "S-samurai!? You!? You're lucky I knew you were a guy!"
The taller man twitched, "Y-you didn't just say..."
Yeah, the situation was heading south fast. Now would be a really good time for a friend of the Vocaloid known as Gakupo Kamui to show up and get him out of the situation. Him being the security guard. For even implying that Kamui wasn't a samurai. Otherwise, things could get bad. Quickly.
As it was, he was in the largest music store in the mall. The rather gaudy sign out front said C-Dimension and had likely been named after the island. Zero had actually spent some time earlier asking about Miku. It hadn't been hard, what with the rather rudely interrupted concert, it was pretty much all anyone had been talking about. A creepy smile spread on Zero's lips as he thought of that, and several people took a wide berth around him as he made his way down the aisles.
They were called Vocaloids, and there were quite a few more than Miku and Gakupo. The opinions of them seemed to be mixed, and it was rather humorous people many people thought of them as nothing but programs. He turned an aisle and his eyes fell on what he was looking for. A display of CDs by the very same Vocaloid whose concert he had crashed. He picked one up and flipped it over to the back, grateful that he had been reborn in a Japanese video game. It allowed him to read the titles of the songs.
He placed the sealed CD into the fancy CD preview player he had seen many stores carry and put on the headphones that came with it. He raised an eyebrow at the psuedo-mechanical sounds that were being played, wondering how people listened to this stuff. He was about to pull the headphones off when he was basically blindsided by what was possibly the fastest string of Japanese he'd ever heard.
This wasn't singing, the was an attempt to break world records with speaking. It was a good thing this Miku was a program, he had a funny feeling most humans would have passed out by this time. He had trouble making them out due to the speed, but it was enough. Something about mimicking humans and dead ends.
Good Arceus, is this entire song like this? he thought to himself as he worked at not ripping the headphones off.
Anyone that was passing... well, a misconception was entirely possible. Long white hair, red eyes, a less than friendly scowl, and a pair of headphones on his head... well, Vocaloid Otaku would likely stop and stare. Then again, only Vocaloid fans would really stand a chance of getting the rather humorous comparison or outright misconception that could be drawn...
-----
At the entrance to the mall, about twenty-five feet from C-Dimension, probably the most extreme example of bishounen stood arguing with a security guard. He was dressed in a body hugging black shirt, no sleeves and had on rather loose and flowing purple pants. His long dark violet hair was held up in three ponytails, although two of them hung in front of his head.
His fingernails were painted the same shade of purple as his hair, and his eyes were a similar shade themselves. He seemed to be spazzing rather badly, one hand waving around and the other pointing at a sheathed katana at his waist. It held on with a black cord he had tied around his waist like a belt.
"Sir, sir we can't let you in with that weapon!"
The violet haired man covered his face with one hand, "I've seen dozens of people walk in here with weapons. Why are you picking on me?"
"It's not our fault if some people get past security. Sir, would you please just hand over the sword? We'll give it back to you when you leave."
"Ka-ta-na. Don't insult it by calling it simply a sword. Look, are you telling me the only way I'm getting in here with this is if I sneak past security?"
The security guard paused, "Wait... what?"
The man crossed his arms, "You heard me. A samurai is never without his weapon."
The security guard twitched before bursting out into laugher, "S-samurai!? You!? You're lucky I knew you were a guy!"
The taller man twitched, "Y-you didn't just say..."
Yeah, the situation was heading south fast. Now would be a really good time for a friend of the Vocaloid known as Gakupo Kamui to show up and get him out of the situation. Him being the security guard. For even implying that Kamui wasn't a samurai. Otherwise, things could get bad. Quickly.
