[Open] .1st Fantasy Impromptu.

[sakedrinking]

This wasn't her room.

There was no sound of machinery, no gentle hum of lights and computers and other equipment. There was no child-like laughter from the twins outside the door, no tapping of fingers or smell of cigarettes as Dell worked tirelessly on his song writing, no distant sound of singing from somewhere else in the VOCALOID household that Crypton owned in that small residential district in Tokyo. There was just silence, and a musty scent that for all intents and purposes reminded her of a grave yard after a rain storm had come and gone.

And darkness.

A darkness she wasn't used to.

It soon dawned on her why, though, shortly after her systems started up and she roused from her sleep mode, only slightly more energized than when she had gone to bed.

She was enclosed in something. It was cold, stone, rough and only the barest bits of light fluttered through the few small openings that were high above her head. There was something behind her that only reached to her shoulder blades, just as solid as the stone around her, but she couldn't for the life of her see what it was. In front, what looked to be some kind of opening, though it was little more than a sliver of a crack around it that indicated this.

At first she was curious in her strange half-awake moment before her systems came completely on line, but soon enough that was replaced by fear, then panic. Had she been kidnapped? Were the others there with her? This wasn't a prank... it couldn't be. There was nothing like this strange tomb in their home or anywhere near by.  But then, where was she? And how had she been taken from her home so quickly as to not have woken up at all during the journey?

"... h... hello?! e-eto... Is... is anyone out there?! Is-- h... help... ! Help me! Please!"

She became more frightened by the second, even going so far as to start pushing against the wall in front of her in some useless hope that maybe, just maybe, it would budge.

"LET ME OUT! PLEASE"

Her voice rose shrilly, loud and echoing in her chamber, even carrying outside of it for a long ways beyond where her wobbling sarcophagi stood. She was so fraught with panic that she didn't even realize she was actually making the stone budge and sway. She started throwing herself against it hard, slamming her shoulder in to it repeatedly with her frightened, no longer coherent screams.

All at once the stone gave and toppled over with her still inside it, sending both crashing to the stone ledge hard. She bounced when she hit, body jarring with the impact as she skid and went rolling off the edge on to the ground below. She landed in a heap, groaning with the pain her nerve receptors were sending through her entire body, especially her head. A few warnings popped up only long enough for her to know that she was going to shut down momentarily due to the impact.

"Nn-- no... don't--..."

Try as she might to fight against her system's protocols, she failed to stop the shut down fast enough, and within seconds she was still, laying as a discarded doll on the dusty castle floor.

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[shadeofawinner]

When Quatre began to wake, he felt weak and cold. He started to reach around for his blankets, but his hand came in contact with stone. Opening his eyes, only tiny streams of light pierced the small, enclosed box he seemed to be propped up in. Pushing forward, the stone wouldn’t budge, and he couldn’t maneuver around inside the small space to try pushing in any other direction. Panic began to inch its way into Quatre’s mind, and he fought to keep breathing evenly. It was only the dark, it couldn’t hurt him. The space he was in was small, but it wasn’t getting smaller. He took a few deep breaths and shoved forward again. It was beginning to get harder to stay calm. The box reminded him a bit too much of the containment unit Trowa had put him in which was more like a steel closet than a room.

Closing his eyes he tried to force himself to calm down. Wufei had taught him some breathing techniques, but even as he forced himself through them, they didn’t seem to help. He put his hands on the walls and began looking for cracks or seams. His hands were shaking, and he had a feeling the only thing keeping him from breaking down into hysterics was the thought that maybe, this was a dream. After all, who would be able to get onto the island in the middle of a storm? And who besides the other pilots, the scientists, and a few other close friends would know that this was the fastest way to break him?

Then he hear the girl's voice nearby calling for help. While it was very likely a trap, her frightened calls for help cut through his own fear. A loud crash reverberated through whatever room they were in and then there was silence again. He squeezed his eyes shut and shoved forward as hard as he could. Even if it was a trap, whoever had him, possibly had taken this girl as well. And as he couldn't pick up any active emotions from her, it was likely she was knocked out, and possibly injured. The box rocked forward then snapped back again, and he was thrown against the back of it roughly, not quite expecting it to rock back with such force. Whatever he was in was extremely heavy. But the weight could be used to his advantage if he could manage to tip it over and break it open. He rocked it back and forth by throwing his weight against the front of the box and after a while managed to tip it forward enough that it began to fall.

After it crashed to the ground, the stone box crumbled and he slowly pulled himself out of the rubble, ignoring how tired and achy he was. He scanned the room, spotting a girl with long white hair face down on the floor. It looked like she had been trapped inside a similar container. Getting to his feet, he walked over to her, touching her arm lightly. It was cold to the touch. Had she hit her head...there didn't appear to be any blood from a head wound. Carefully he turned her over, hoping that he was wrong and felt for a pulse.

[sakedrinking]

There would be no pulse at his touch, but something else instead started after he rolled her over. A very faint noise from inside, like a click followed by a gentle thrum of machinery.

Slowly her systems began to turn back on, one by one, diagnostics checking everything twice over after the damage.

She didn't move, though, and her eyelids only slightly went up, revealing blank eyes the color of bright blood beneath. A finger on her right hand twitched a little, but for the moment she was nearly as still as when she had fallen from the tomb.

[shadeofawinner]

Quatre nearly dropped her when the girl started making the oddly mechanical noises. She wasn't moving, really, but her eyes had opened eerily. It reminded him of robots from science fiction movies.

"Hello? Are you alright?" He felt a little strange possibly talking to a robot. But then again he spoke to Sandrock when he was piloting the mobile suit.

[sakedrinking]

... RESTARTING.

YOWANE HAKU PROGRAM INITIATE?

...

...

Y

Haku's eyes slowly blinked open and cleared, pupils focusing with a mechanical whir on Quatre.

"E... eh... ?"

[shadeofawinner]

Quatre let out a relieved sigh, she seemed to be waking up. "Are you alright, Miss?"

[sakedrinking]

What started out as a fairly quiet waking got noisy very quickly when Haku gave a surprised jump and a startled yelp, scrambling away while staring at the blonde boy in confusion.

At least until she registered the pain in the back of her head and cried out at THAT, holding the spot where she'd hit with both her hands and curling her legs up while muttering 'ow ow ow ow ow' under her breath in a sharp hiss.

"Ahh..." she whined once the pain subsided, looking up through a mess of white bangs, "Who... are you... ?"

[shadeofawinner]

"Mis-Miss! You really shouldn't be moving around yet, you were unconscious..." He said, but didn't move to stop her. If she was as disoriented as he was, then touching her wouldn't help her state of mind. Quatre's brain supplied him again with the fact that she may not be human but he quickly pushed the thought away. If she needed help and he could give it to her, then he would, no matter who or what she was.

"My name is Quatre Raberba Winner. Its very nice to meet you...but I think perhaps we should try to get our bearings..."

[sakedrinking]

"... Y... Yowane-- ..."

Wait, he'd used Western order. Was he speaking English? ... of course he was. She had an English database. A hit to the head wasn't going to scramble her translators that easily.

"H-H-Haku... Yowane..." she finally managed to sputter out awkwardly, cheeks turning a deep shade of red. She quickly moved to her knees and bowed her head. "I-it's nice to meet you, Winner-san. U-uhm... where... are we?"

It wasn't a very confident sounding introduction, or question for that matter, but his comment about 'getting their bearings' made her worry that he had no idea where they were either.

[shadeofawinner]

"Well I'm not exactly sure yet. But I'm sure we can figure it out. What's the last thing you remember, Miss Haku?" He asked, still keeping his distance.

[sakedrinking]

"Last thing I remember... ?" Haku echoed quietly, putting a finger to her lips and tapping it there thoughtfully, head tilting to the side.

"Ah! I was in my room... mm... Meiko-oneechan was down the hall practicing... kind of noisily... I was going to go to sleep and then..."

He voice trailed off again as she lowered her hand and raised her head to look around the area she was in slowly. The high vaulted ceiling alone was like nothing she had ever seen before, but the construction of it all was what really tipped her off. She had been to Europe at one point with the rest of the Vocaloids to meet some of their European sister and brother units, and visited a castle there as a sort of field trip... and it looked nothing like this place.

It would have been grand and elegant, if it didn't feel so desolate and cold.

"... here..."

[shadeofawinner]

Quatre nodded, he had figured as much. Getting to his feet he began looking around. There were other stone coffins much like the ones they had been in. Some were already shattered on the floor, but others seemed to be laying in wait for more victims to be trapped inside.

"This doesn't look like any place I've ever seen. I'm not sure what to think about how we even got here..."

[sakedrinking]

Haku stood after him, keeping her hands clasped in front herself and head still slightly down, refusing to meet Quatre's eyes.

"I-it's not Japan..." she muttered quietly, though that was clearly obvious and a rather glib statement to make in light of everything.

"I couldn't have been kidnapped easily... security would have stopped anyone from getting inside... a-and... my GPS can't seem to pick up any known location..." she continued on, rambling a bit in her odd summation of things.

[shadeofawinner]

"You're originally from Japan then?" The islands of Japan had begun to rebuild somewhat, but everything was still in the early stages. Could such an advanced android really have been built during the war with the Barton Foundation.

/steals all the haku cr

[kaderp]

Kadar had a habit of heading into the room he'd arrived in occasionally, just to check and see if anything had changed. Sometimes there'd be some new rubble, or signs that someone had woken up, but he had never really managed to be in the area when someone was just awake.

Then he heard the yelling. Even if he hadn't been an Assassin, that would have gotten him to his feet-- but the fact that he was meant he was bounding towards the yell as quick as he could manage, leaping over the rubble in the area.

He heard the crash, and jumped over to the broken sarcophagus. She was unconscious? Well-- he didn't see any blood. That could be either very good or very bad, and he wasn't sure which, yet.

He reached out for Haku, carefully. "Can you hear me?" Probably not, but best to ask.

/is stolen! :o

[sakedrinking]

If she could hear him or not really wasn't the issue, or at least it wouldn't be once he became aware of something else. She didn't just seem unconscious. She seemed for all intents and purposes, dead. No rise and fall of her chest could be seen, no breath came past her slightly parted lips. She was still, silent, which of course meant there was absolutely no response from her either.

/played geist at veil, ayep

[kaderp]

Kadar wasn't willing to believe that someone could arrive just to die a few seconds later-- not when he himself had been brought here alive, defying everything that he knew. So he reached out to carefully move her, checking her pulse, her breathing, and when nothing happened, frowning, a quiet sort of desperation across his features.

"It's all right," he said, as though comfort was what she needed. "You can wake up--" The reassurance was coupled with a light hit to her chest, where her heart would be. Basic medical knowledge.

She couldn't have died so quickly, not with so little in the way of wounds...

I remember. ^^ You just like stealing me all over xD

[sakedrinking]

The hit brought about something that would likely be entirely unexpected. As opposed to a heart beat, or a gasp or a grunt, a... click.

Just a click. A loud one, but that was it. The sound even came off as slightly protesting in response, and was followed by a very faint whirring noise. Like the low hum of a lamp, or some other low-powered device.

Again, no movement came from the doll-like person, but her eyes did open slightly, red orbs staring blankly in to space with no focus but no glaze to indicate death.

While outside she looked as unresponsive as ever, inside a complex series of operations were slowly bringing her back to the waking world. Commands initiated and diagnostics were run, checking for damage that would prevent her from working in proper order. And once those were finished, she spoke.

"... owww..."

Well. More like groaned. But a sound all the same.

I am the stealingest!

[kaderp]

... Well. ... Well, Kadar had honestly no idea what to make of that. Her eyes were open, and she was making noise, so she clearly wasn't dead, but--

He supposed, after meeting shapeshifters and people with magic, that someone with red eyes who-- clicked-- wasn't that strange, in the grand scheme of things. He reached out to carefully support her head, offering her a hesitant smile.

"Are you awake?"

/absconded forevers!

[sakedrinking]

"U-unfortunately..." Haku groaned, rubbing the back of her head as she was held up. At least there wasn't a dent, but here nerve receptors were telling her she'd have a decent bruise if she was human. The pain would fade quickly, but the shock of her current situation... that was another issue entirely.

"Ah--! Where am I?! Who-- " she sat up fully with a start, looking around frantically until her eyes landed on the person holding her, and then on her own person. The fall had done a number on her clothing, tearing the loose, baggy sweater she'd been wearing across the upper right shoulder so much that it hung down in a rather revealing fashion, and of course it was that moment she came to realize it. A very bright red blush came across her cheeks as she scooted away from him shyly, trying to tug it back up over her pale skin.

"E-eto... wh-who... who are you... ?" she finally managed to sputter out.

[kaderp]

Kadar hadn't noticed the shirt, either-- he'd been busy hoping that the girl wasn't dead, and that she'd be all right. He'd had to do more awkward things than ignore a slipped shirt before when people were in danger, so it honestly hadn't occurred to him-- but her embarrassment sparked off his own, and his cheeks flushed red as he averted his gaze, waving his hands a little.

"I-- I am sorry! My name is Kadar-- I was just checking to see if anyone else had arrived and I heard you yelling!" An explanation that really didn't explain much, but would hopefully suffice.

[sakedrinking]

"H... Haku Yowane..." came Haku's meek reply as she pulled the sleeve of her sweater up and covered herself enough that she wasn't so exposed. Her cheeks cooled but a splash of pink remained as she looked worriedly at Kadar.

"Do... do you know what this place is, Kadar-san?"

[kaderp]

Kadar carefully looked back at Haku before pulling his eyes away automatically. It took a few seconds before he finally focused back on her properly, the blush still prominent on his cheeks.

He shook his head a little, the gesture slightly hurried with his remaining embarrassment.

"No-- No, I don't. None of us that are here really know, but-- there is food, and drink, and there will be a place for you to stay!" It was a rapid explanation, but the reassurances were there. "And almost everyone here is very nice."

[sakedrinking]

"O-oh..." she mumbled quietly, looking at the floor. She had a sinking feeling none of her family was here, and she didn't want to ask. Hearing the answer would just break her heart more.

But he did try to reassure her, which was good, and earned a very tiny, if not sad smile on her lips. "That's... that's good to hear, at least..."

[kaderp]

"It is hard to get used to, at first," Kadar offered, his tone sympathetic. He understood, at least-- perhaps a little more than most, since his being here and alive meant that his chances of returning home were a little less than everyone else's. "But this place is not so bad."

Of course, he had no idea of why any of them were here -- or what any ulterior motives the castle had regarding their presence.

[sakedrinking]

There were a lot of questions that Haku had, but his words were enough to tell her that he probably didn't have any more answers than she did. She chewed on one of her purple painted finger nails nervously, looking around the room slowly.

One thing did come to mind, though, and she quickly started patting her pockets looking for something, eventually coming up with a slightly worn photo that she held out to him.

"... was--... is there anyone who look like these people here, Kadar-san?" she asked worriedly, figuring if anything he could probably answer that.