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✧*:･ﾟ| A cultural exchange! Eyes light up like bright blue stars, flickering with a DESIRE for knowledge. A smile flutters upon his lips, as though in encouragement. 

❝OH I see!❞ He doesn't think for a moment when he MIRRORS those movements, two fingers on his chest and a bow to follow. ❝Like this, hm? But oh, I'm not a member of your clan-❞ Brow furrows as he falls silent for what could have been a single second or what could have been ten. ❝Sorry if that was INAPPROPRIATE of me.❞

CURIOSITY and awkwardness, it seems, are both shared traits. 

HE tucks his own ticket in his pocket - there's a BOOST of serotonin at the thought of keeping logs of his memories - and nods. ❝Yes, to both. Tickets are especially important, as they contain proof of purchase.❞

SUFFICE to say, when the Dragonborn expressed excitement in this moment, he's just as thrilled to keep up his bubbly exterior. It would be a shame for someone to be turned away on behalf of a terrible experience and an even greater shame it would be to rush through it all —- he remembers his own first time in a theater like this, the ambience, the stage, nothing at all COMPARED to watching things from the small television in his bedroom. He's positively beaming.

❝SO lovely, yes? Now, our tickets should have our seating labeled … we can always take our time on our way there.❞

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✧*:･ﾟ| THERE’S nothing quite like being bolstered by his desire to teach and to learn. A trait he values immensely in others, despite moral and political differences, he’s only warm hearted that Gyess appears to be quite PLEASANT.

HE extends a hand for shaking, though yet wonders if she’d even know the meaning. ❝Where I am from, one often shakes the hands of those they meet,❞ he supplies helpfully, albeit sheepishly. What if he’s explaining something Gyess already knows?

❝PERHAPS there may come a day for too many questions, but I will not respond cruelly, you can assure! Curiosity should NEVER be discarded outright.❞ Practically bouncing, likes a tethered balloon, he’s ensuring that Gyess is still following upon ordering a pair of tickets. Oh, how exciting! 

❝I hope you do not mind up close seats!❞

She looks at the hand, curiously. Indeed she was only barely familiar with the custom. She’d observed humans back in her world who had done something like that when they met, though she wasn’t sure exactly why, until now!

She takes his hand with both of her taloned fingers and shakes, smiling. “Most interesting! I did not know it was a greeting of sorts!” She stops shaking and steps back a little

“When Dragonborn greet each other we do this!” She places two fingers on her chest, giving a little bow towards him, as she smiles. “Each clan has their own gesture. Mine was this.” She follows him dutifully, observing every process closely. All of the people around fascinate her.

But more than anything she is grateful to find someone with patience for her in this environment. 

She shakes her head while smiling. “I do not mind! Are those very good seats to obtain for this event? Must you have those parchment pieces to gain entrance?” She continues to follow him into the theater itself. The span of seats caught her attention quickly and she couldn’t but gasp at the sight.

“Oh this is most beautiful! There are many people here…” The stage the seats. Everything was so new, but oh so lovely to her. She’d never seen anything quite like it before.

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✧*:･ﾟ| THERE'S nothing quite like being bolstered by his desire to teach and to learn. A trait he values immensely in others, despite moral and political differences, he's only warm hearted that Gyess appears to be quite PLEASANT.

HE extends a hand for shaking, though yet wonders if she'd even know the meaning. ❝Where I am from, one often shakes the hands of those they meet,❞ he supplies helpfully, albeit sheepishly. What if he's explaining something Gyess already knows?

❝PERHAPS there may come a day for too many questions, but I will not respond cruelly, you can assure! Curiosity should NEVER be discarded outright.❞ Practically bouncing, likes a tethered balloon, he's ensuring that Gyess is still following upon ordering a pair of tickets. Oh, how exciting! 

❝I hope you do not mind up close seats!❞

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✧*:･ﾟ| HER eagerness to learn is very much reminiscent of younger scientists working under his wing. Oh, that life was so very long ago, it seemed, as if he were thousands and thousands of years old. Though the REALITY may be different, his troubled mind would not allow him to view the passage of time through a lens not cracked.

❝HOH, there’s no need for silence - save for during the performance, naturally. Questions are only natural to furthering one’s personal growth and pool of knowledge. If you do not ask, you may NEVER learn!❞ He’s already on his way to the ticket booth, waving the young one to follow. ❝I PROMISE I don’t bite.❞

SUDDENLY remembering his manners, almost as if an afterthought - and she thinks she is being rude! - he says, ❝oh dear, I’ve never said my name. Siebren, you may call me.❞

She smiles very big, much bigger than she was just now. Her anxiety was slipping away quickly as she approached him more. “O-oh Thank you, sir!” She was ready to follow him to the location as needed.

“oh! My name is Wild Gyess! Though, most humans I have encountered, simply call me Gyess.” She looks around to take in the scenary. All the people in their clothes, the decor of the place. She was very excited for the event. “It is most nice to meet you Siebren.”

She smiles once again, looking up at him. “I am most thankful you would hear my questions. Sometimes I am told I ask too many, but I most enjoy learning new things!”

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✧*:･ﾟ| HER eagerness to learn is very much reminiscent of younger scientists working under his wing. Oh, that life was so very long ago, it seemed, as if he were thousands and thousands of years old. Though the REALITY may be different, his troubled mind would not allow him to view the passage of time through a lens not cracked.

❝HOH, there's no need for silence - save for during the performance, naturally. Questions are only natural to furthering one's personal growth and pool of knowledge. If you do not ask, you may NEVER learn!❞ He's already on his way to the ticket booth, waving the young one to follow. ❝I PROMISE I don't bite.❞

SUDDENLY remembering his manners, almost as if an afterthought - and she thinks she is being rude! - he says, ❝oh dear, I've never said my name. Siebren, you may call me.❞

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✧*:･ﾟ| IT is with silent encouragement that his words seek to nudge her from her shell. Yet it ought to be the most delicate action, and not his USUAL over excited demeanor. 

❝OH yes, though there are some other shows that may be age restricted,❞ he shrugs. It really doesn’t matter at this moment. 

SMILE falters, like wax melting, and he hums under his breath. ❝Understandable, it is unknown territory to you after all …❞ What a predicament! He can scarcely imagine what it would be like to not know what to do in this situation. He’s been seeing shows and concerts since he was a wee lad, after all –

OH. Aha! The physicist suddenly lights up. ❝I was actually THINKING about checking out what they had going on today.❞ Admittedly after taking care of personal business, but he’s far too wise to bring that up. ❝I reckon that you could learn in a safe and protected environment that way.❞

Almost as quickly as she faltered did her eyes light up in wonder. Looking up at the tall stranger, smiling shyly. “Would… would you demonstrate to me the customs of this place?”

She want to explore more than anything in the world, and it would be so lovely if at the very least she wouldn’t be alone. He was so nice in speaking to her at all, she surely had much to learn from him.

“I-I promise I would not be a burden to you! If you prefer I may wait to ask questions, or… or speak!” Her focus had shifted from bothering others to now bothering him. She hoped his enjoyment wouldn’t be infringed upon by her. “I am a very good student! And a most excellent listener.”

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✧*:･ﾟ| IT is with silent encouragement that his words seek to nudge her from her shell. Yet it ought to be the most delicate action, and not his USUAL over excited demeanor. 

❝OH yes, though there are some other shows that may be age restricted,❞ he shrugs. It really doesn't matter at this moment. 

SMILE falters, like wax melting, and he hums under his breath. ❝Understandable, it is unknown territory to you after all …❞ What a predicament! He can scarcely imagine what it would be like to not know what to do in this situation. He's been seeing shows and concerts since he was a wee lad, after all --

OH. Aha! The physicist suddenly lights up. ❝I was actually THINKING about checking out what they had going on today.❞ Admittedly after taking care of personal business, but he's far too wise to bring that up. ❝I reckon that you could learn in a safe and protected environment that way.❞

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✧*:･ﾟ| SIEBREN is the sort to never believe in the concept of stupid questions, even if they may seem that way. And the interdimensional nature of the island has only TEMPERED his emotions into strong steel. Palm strokes the underside of his chin as he processes the question.

TO his artistic heart, bleeding of expression and hope, he would certainly consider these displays as a ‘celebration’ - a grand GESTURE of human achievement. But that would perhaps be too much information for these matters, too meandering a thought.

❝WELL, they certainly can be, but in this instance, it, well - is just for fun.❞ Perhaps he should have said this to begin with. An owlish, sheepish look follows, as leaves and twigs scatter at his feet. He could already tell that there was something undeniably inhuman about the dragonborn, but now it is truly plain to see. ❝You’re CERTAINLY allowed to see for yourself up close and personal.❞

Her eyes widened at the words, as she looked back at the people and the stage, then back at the man in front of her. “Truly? Anyone might partake in the viewing?” How curious that it was all for simply fun.

Even though her first thought was that of what was the purpose of something being for fun, but upon more reflection, if the purpose is for fun would that not be merely enough reason?

Still, her shyness prevailed as she slouched over just a touch. “Oh, I do not think I ought to go alone.” She murmured “I do not know the etiquette of the place. I shouldn’t wish to disturb anyone else’s enjoyment of the fun.” She began to fidget with her hands. It was alll so new to her she couldn’t help but be a little scared.

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✧*:･ﾟ| FAME is a fine, dangerous line to thread, something to proceed with the greatest caution and bated breath. Too much kindness, and others would seek to take a piece of that pie. He wouldn't seek to be selfish either, but how does one express GENEROSITY without giving too much? He's thankful to have only truly been in Miku's position in the midst of scientific meetings and award ceremonies, or grand concert halls populated by the elite. But the Vocaloid … he can hardly leave the home without seeing her or one of her fellow androids on a billboard or in a magazine. 

BREATHING is stilled as he watches patiently, stepping forward only when the exchange reaches its peak. Gracious? Certainly, aiming to relieve the vendor from her near manic fervour. With how much she's packing, he and Miku would have enough for two meals. It is all very kind, truly, but cause for a spot of EMBARRASSMENT as well. 

❝I daresay, a strawberry cake might just be the tip of the iceberg,❞ he says softly. ❝Have you been LOOKING through my art and photography books again? That picture is rather cute-❞ He blinks back surprise, but no less proud, no less beaming bright and flashing warmth from pale eyes. 

❝THANK you ma'am.❞ He's unflinchingly polite when he gathers up their now packaged meal. A thin pressing of lips follows as he swallows a slim modicum of GUILT. ❝Are you sure that's enough? I can still pay.❞

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She'll remember that for the FUTURE, then, not that the interruption of her OWN meal would have upset her any, had the vendor chosen to approach mid-forkful, but for those who NEEDED such sustenance to survive, she could see WHY it would be an inopportune encounter. Besides, NOBODY liked cold food, nor would she have APPRECIATED her time with Siebren being INTERRUPTED.

This was different. THIS, she had control over ( with gentle guidance from the scientist behind her ). Siebren's approval earns both him AND the kind lady a wide grin, and, perhaps predictably, Miku wastes NO time taking the pen from her owner's hand to begin drafting out her masterpiece. " What is your son's name ? I will make him the beeeeest autograph ever ! " As if there needed to be any sort of doubt, but she does, indeed, pull through. The moment she receives the requested information, she's SPEEDILY drawing a custom work of art on the spare order pad she'd been given, with her signature making for a FLASHY finisher at the bottom of the page, hearts and all.

" ♥ Toooooo . . . Cam, frooooom . . . Miku ! ~ Happy, happy birthday ! ♥ " She holds up her work to be admired to both the vendor and Siebren. " How does it look ? Will this earn a strawberry cake !? "

MORE than that, it seems, if the hastiness at which the vendor begins boxing up treats just behind them says anything.

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✧*:･ﾟ| HE'S never been much of a fighter, his strength built up from years of needing to succeed by his own merits. What kind of researcher would he be if he could not climb up a hill WITHOUT being winded, or gaze into dark corners without fear? He's always wanted to be someone to depend on, not someone to tie others down — age and experience has led to that.

WITH wandering mind and tongue wagging, he doesn't notice Telma's closer approach immediately. Siebren does nothing to shy away, smiling lightly. That … isn't what I had in mind, he thinks, but actually speaking it aloud … feels ill advised. As if he'd ruin something. So would a remark about having a cloak stashed away, for there's hardly a day when he is not PREPARED for the worst. A gentle pat of Telma's arm, his move instead, as he leans closer to the touch. 

❝THE long nights of this season are a BENEFIT, but I wish the cold didn't bite so fiercely,❞ he admits, picking the easy route in engaging conversation. Always easier to glance outwards to what he knows than to traverse uncharted territory. The astronomer is not ignorant, however, his smile blossoms. ❝Why - I cannot say NO to your suggestion.❞

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His subtle chivalry does not go unnoticed by the woman who placed VALUE in tradition. Indeed, she is powerful, RESPECTED throughout all of Castle Town and, to some degree, a few territories beyond, but there is comfort in noting the way he'd taken up post just slightly behind them. The town was NOT without its threats, and the winding roads, with all their crooks and nannies, offered much in the way of potential ambush points. A man like Siebren, ever observant and logical, would certainly ensure her safety.

And, with all her fluffiness, she would need to ensure his COMFORT all the same. The brisk chill of the night air hardly bothered her, her sizable body a reliable source of heat for the snow white feline that stopped, in increments, to wait up for them, and it's as Siebren speaks UP that Telma slows to his pace. " Can't have you getting SICK now, Siebren ! " She teases, chuckles like cinnamon and honey falling from her lips as she nuzzles up close to him. Arms wrap around one of his own, hoping to provide SOME level of warmth in their short trek back, and her head settles, gently, against his bicep.

" Nothing like a little natural BODY HEAT to stave off the bite of Winter, hmm ? ~ "

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✧*:･ﾟ| SIEBREN is the sort to never believe in the concept of stupid questions, even if they may seem that way. And the interdimensional nature of the island has only TEMPERED his emotions into strong steel. Palm strokes the underside of his chin as he processes the question.

TO his artistic heart, bleeding of expression and hope, he would certainly consider these displays as a ‘celebration’ - a grand GESTURE of human achievement. But that would perhaps be too much information for these matters, too meandering a thought.

❝WELL, they certainly can be, but in this instance, it, well - is just for fun.❞ Perhaps he should have said this to begin with. An owlish, sheepish look follows, as leaves and twigs scatter at his feet. He could already tell that there was something undeniably inhuman about the dragonborn, but now it is truly plain to see. ❝You're CERTAINLY allowed to see for yourself up close and personal.❞

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✧*:･ﾟ| IN an instant, his puzzled expression falters, only to be replaced by unbridled JOY. He has always been open to express and share his interests, to the point that he does not for a second consider foul play at hand.

EYES follow the point of a claw, his smile only blooming wider. Perhaps it is arrogant of him for being the one to take joy from this, to share his wealth of knowledge. But ah, it is much preferable by far than to INVOKE strife.

❝LIKE a feast …? Hm, well, I’ve certainly been to plenty a show that had food and drink provided.❞ Though a bag of popcorn at the cinema HARDLY counts as a feast, he chuckles at the thought. ❝I wouldn’t make that correlation, but I could see why someone could -❞ 

A glance at the girl brings to mind many a fantasy novel he’s read in the past, with dragons and princesses and knights in pretty armor. Thoughts click.

❝AT one of these feasts you’ve been, has there been any performers? Musicians, like BARDS, or maybe … jugglers or magicians? Am I ringing any bells?❞

She watches him curiously. His demeanor seemed to change slightly as she asked him for details of this event. Not a bad change of course, quite the contrary he seemed to be excited. Though she wasn’t exactly sure why. At the very least she didn’t appear to be in trouble.

At his question she ponders for a moment. “Well. I suppose when my clan had feasts some of them would perform dances and play music. They would do that at ceremonies too! Is this a celebration? I have seen people play an instrument at the human taverns too! They were most pretty of sounds.” 

She smiles, her nerves calming down. If this event was anything like those, then surely she had nothing to fear. As she spoke she also came out of the bushes, revealing more of her dragonborn self. Perhaps this person was an expert on such things!

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✧*:･ﾟ| WHAT the hell has he done to deserve this punishment? Overactive imagination twists and pulls, playing games with his thoughts and feelings. The being who DEFIED expectations, just how far has he gone? Was it a simple accident or did he twist experiments in ways that any god would wish to strike down? His heart is soft enough to wonder if even the latter deserves this fate.

❝I … see. My apologies,❞ he finally says. His form crackles under the weight of such a solemn truth, like twinkling stars concentrated in a single human body. ❝MORBID to think of one's lasting impression after death … or, well -❞ This isn't death. Not really.

HE'S shaking, regardless of the reassurances and platitudes. Is it arrogant to believe that he doesn't DESERVE this fate? Certainly, he flew too close to the sun, but if any God exists Siebren would not have wanted to strike them down. 

GRIPPING his skull he tries to groan or scream or do anything, but nothing escapes. No sound to enter the Void.

❝I hardly think that an eternity of pain is an APPROPRIATE punishment - surely no.❞ His body, or whatever constitutes as the closest approximation to one, flickers and glimmers, starlight piercing like knives. He doesn't even have the satisfaction of being a cautionary tale. ❝Is my company … bearable to you?❞

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✧*:･ﾟ| BUT that’s impossible, he almost says, but holds it back. Forcibly. He knows he’s in no position to QUESTION the other, no place for bargaining. Just him and this so-called mouthpiece, face to face – metaphorically speaking…? Does he still have eyes? Is he truly seeing or is this just a shroud? An illusion? He cannot spend the rest of his existence questioning every facet of life. If he’s even alive —

INSTEAD, focus rests solely upon the object in his palm. At this size, it seems more like a delicate bauble, a little toy, than something grand and infinite. No, SMALLER than that. Brows knit together and a scowl forms ( or do they? ) at the thought of being disappointed. How could be? Witnessing a world he’s only DREAMED of!

❝WHAT of you?❞ He asks, swallowing the dryness in his throat. ❝Do you not BELONG here either?❞ Perhaps it is his own understanding of mythology and religion, but he’s placed no god to the face before him. In hindsight, perhaps he should consider the existence of extraterrestrials and their deities, but his blood runs hot at the thought of leaving someone behind. ❝If this is not your domain - how am I expected to feel WELL about leaving you here? Shall I spend the rest of my existence thinking about this moment over and over again?❞

HE already would regardless, but he roughly shoves those thoughts back.

∃【☝✌💧❄☜☼】 ─ “Do not pity me, this is not a cruelty, it is a punishment.” Perhaps the worst in all of this bizarre plight was how simple such words fell from his mouth, how little he felt towards the burning agony of his jail cell. It is a punishment, it existed as simply and succinctly as everything that glowed around them, and that was that. "I tried to be more than nature, and it served my hubris back on a platter.“ And yet, as empty and devoid of all that his words could be, flowing like raindrops upon a river, something struck a heavy chord, discordant against the backdrop of the universe’s pleasant music. Better, then, that he twist these words away from himself, paint a picture that was more palatable for the poor human stranded before him.

”There are a lot of myths that teach to be careful of what you wish for. I am one of them now,“ he supposes, filling a moment’s pause with choking silence. ”I am only a story, ah, something to teach the little ones how to behave properly.“

He smiles, yet it is then that his voice cracks, like a star flickering out of the night’s sky. However distant he may remain within the void, however much it may try to swallow him between its gnashing jaws, try as he might, he’s still in there, somewhere. ”It hurts.“

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✧*:･ﾟ| IN an instant, his puzzled expression falters, only to be replaced by unbridled JOY. He has always been open to express and share his interests, to the point that he does not for a second consider foul play at hand.

EYES follow the point of a claw, his smile only blooming wider. Perhaps it is arrogant of him for being the one to take joy from this, to share his wealth of knowledge. But ah, it is much preferable by far than to INVOKE strife.

❝LIKE a feast …? Hm, well, I've certainly been to plenty a show that had food and drink provided.❞ Though a bag of popcorn at the cinema HARDLY counts as a feast, he chuckles at the thought. ❝I wouldn't make that correlation, but I could see why someone could -❞ 

A glance at the girl brings to mind many a fantasy novel he's read in the past, with dragons and princesses and knights in pretty armor. Thoughts click.

❝AT one of these feasts you've been, has there been any performers? Musicians, like BARDS, or maybe … jugglers or magicians? Am I ringing any bells?❞

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✧*:･ﾟ| IT seems to be a toss up, a grand coin flip of sorts to determine whether the world receives attentive Siebren or the Siebren who keeps his head in the clouds. He has always had an eye for SCRUTINY, for observing the lives of others. There’s a great fondness in his heart for perusing data and stats, but so too does he also seek to immerse himself into a different world entirely.

WHEN one notices a shaking figure from the depths of shrubbery, there’s a rather sizeable amount of possibilities one might consider. Perhaps it is his eagerness to see the show, good sense and scientific brain set aside in favor of the fantastical, but he chooses not to suspect wrongdoing. If anything, he’s just CURIOUS.

❝AHH, hallo there,❞ he says with a scratchy cough in the back of the throat so that he doesn’t seem like he’s sneaking up on the POOR girl. ❝Have you lost anything?❞

OR perhaps she’s nervous. Immediately following the girl’s line of sight towards the packed theater —- his intended destination, he hypothesizes. ❝The crowd is just there to see a show. Perfectly NORMAL!❞

The voice of a man shook her out of her ponderings. It was startling, but only slightly as his approach did not seem to be threatening at all. She shrunk back a little into the bush, worried that she was caught doing something wrong, but it seemed that this human was asking her a question rather than scolding. 

“I am… well, I have not lost anything. I was… curious about that.” She points to the aforementioned crowd gathered in the space. “Where I am from, we do not have such places.” She looks back up at him. 

“What is… a show? Is it like a meeting or a feast? I assume… it is some form of joyous occasion…” She trails off again, observing the crowds, coming out more from the bush. She couldn’t hide the fact that she was so curious about this place, but she simply did not understand the customs here, causing a disturbance was her greatest fear.

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✧*:･ﾟ| ❝THERE'S nothing wrong with thinking about it, ja?❞ He sits down, albeit HOVERING a few inches off the surface -- content to watch the tinker work. ❝I just find your talents to be, ah, how shall I put it … magical?❞

PERHAPS he's got a morbid mind of his own, that he would rather happily have played with little soldiers as a child - abomatons, what a CUTE name! - but despite being well aware of how differently his mind thinks, Siebren has hope.

❝SO, weapon-making is what you're used to? That would … explain the emphasis on functionality.❞ Eyes flutter, focused on something that is neither here nor far off —- Weapons, oh how dangerous. ❝Ah, pardon, if you do not want to talk about your past, I won't FORCE it.❞

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✧*:･ﾟ| HE’S begun to see the cracks in his own past, that he too has been used for the creation of weaponry. There’s far more joy in spreading happiness, in teaching, lest he shut down again … AND AGAIN … There’s a coldness hidden behind his pale eyes.

HE thinks he’d rather stay in the world of creation for a while longer.

❝OH yes, absolutely. Children, they like little toy soldiers and dolls. It may need to be tweaked a little, but I am certain that any little one would LOVE to play with something like this,❞ he encourages. Oh, children could be fickle and have short memories too, but if Siebren was in the inventor’s position, it would be a risk willing to take. ❝Invention and progress can come in many forms, friend! Not that you NEED me to tell you that, I’m sure.❞

Alador still had his doubts, which showed in his furrowed brow as he looked between Siebren and the little abomaton he had made. “Aesthetically they might not be pleasing for children, and I am not certain that human children would like them.” Witchings, perhaps, but not human children.

“…that is true. If these were to become toys, I would have to put more thought into an appropriate design.” Sadly aesthetics, and anything remotely fancy and eye catching weren’t his forte.

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✧*:･ﾟ| THERE'S nothing the astrophysicist can't do if he puts his mind to it. 

IF he wishes to be a pro chef, he will deem it so. The burns and cuts he'd ultimately receive mean very little in the face of a victory won. For Miku, it would be a victory well worth winning. A smile plastered firmly upon his lips, in the face of the retreating employee, he's a STUBBORN force of nature and optimism. 

HIS smug, truly shit-eating grin fades at the sound of another voice.

QUICK to disguise his expression, inwardly steeling himself for another altercation, he allows Miku to drag him along. But oh, he's blessed to know that this little city has more than just plain bigots populating its walls. He is careful to observe - one would not learn or grow in a CONTROLLING environment - but far more than ready to step in if he must. Being placed in the limelight always stirs his heart as though he's running a marathon. 

THE scientist can't say that he's surprised to find that this vendor is using this opportunity to try to gain something for herself, but at least she's nice. This is a rather FASCINATING learning experience all things considered.

❝I don't see why not,❞ he responds to Miku. ❝We AREN'T busy, and she isn't invading our personal space.❞ Less than ideal, perhaps, but he fishes through his own pockets for a pen nonetheless. ❝If someone sought to approach us while eating, I'd possibly consider letting them down instead.❞

AND admittedly, he finds himself realising, that it might just be a little fun to rub this in the face of the other vendor. Not often is he petty, but there's a first time for everything. 

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✧*:･ﾟ| SIEBREN understands well the risks and ramifications of taking Miku under his wing. Progress has always been an uphill climb, history often being unkind to scientists and their creations and theories. UNKIND to changes in social stances as well. People who went against the grain were always looked down upon, and Siebren certainly received his own brand of ridicule in his many years on this planet.

WHAT he hoped would be a diplomatic response does nothing to rebuff the hardheaded individual. Almost always a non confrontational sort, only when he notices Miku practically COWERING does he feel his blood boil. 

HE huffs, a harsh whistle through his nose. ❝Bold of you to assume that your knowledge of her supersedes that of a SCIENTIST.❞ The blow is low, not typically something he’d resort to. Siebren is usually on the humble side. ❝As someone who works in the fields of technology, I think I know MORE about what’s best for Miku than you, a stranger who only receives his information through the news feeds. If you’re not offering us your business, I won’t waste my breath on such fear mongering.❞

BEFORE the stranger could respond, Siebren turns to Miku and says gently, ❝I’m sure I could learn to cook noodles like that. Cannot be too difficult if we are ALLOWING clowns to man the stoves.❞

           Merely  OBSERVING  the  interaction  from  afar,  deeming  it  a  crucial  LEARNING  opportunity  that  would  enable  her  to  blend  more  into  society  (  and  be  able  to  interact  with  humans,  even  in  situations  where  her  bright  and  cheery  personality  had  no  place  ),  Miku  is,  wisely,  silent  at  first.  The  vendor  withers  away  beneath  Siebren’s  scorching  comments,  clearly  all  BARK  and  no  BITE,  and  Miku  feels  a  wealth  of  satisfaction  overcome  her  upon  knowing  she  had  a  steady  support  system.

                           “  Sieby  is  very  smart !  “  She  boasts,  with  pride,  pressing  her  cheek  against  his  arm  in  an  odd  showing  of  affection,  “  He  will  learn  to  make  EVERYTHING  as  food,  in  the  gourmet  style !  “  She  had  the  utmost  faith  in  him,  to  the  point  her  spirits  were  ALREADY  being  lifted,  despite  the  once  tense  interaction.  Their  victory  secured,  naught  but  displeased  GRUMBLING  sounding  from  the  defeated  food  vendor,  Miku  hops  on  the  balls  of  her  feet  before  excitedly  dragging  Siebren  to  the  NEXT  truck,  who  was  waving  her  over  in  matched  eagerness.

           “  I’m  so  sorry  about  that  other  vendor,  sweetheart.  My  son’s  a  big  fan  of  your  work  and  I  can’t  afford  one  of  your  models,  but  do  you  think  I  could  get  an  autograph  for  his  upcoming  birthday ?  “  Gesturing  towards  the  menu,  it’s  obvious  she  has  something  to  offer  in  EXCHANGE  for  the  Vocaloid’s  time.  “  You  can  order  anything  you  like.  “

      She’d  already  begun  patting  at  her  pockets  for  a  writing  utensil,  before  she  realizes  she  should  probably  request  Siebren’s  judgment  on  the  matter.  “  Is  this  okay ?  “

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✧*:･ﾟ| HE'S begun to see the cracks in his own past, that he too has been used for the creation of weaponry. There's far more joy in spreading happiness, in teaching, lest he shut down again … AND AGAIN … There's a coldness hidden behind his pale eyes.

HE thinks he'd rather stay in the world of creation for a while longer.

❝OH yes, absolutely. Children, they like little toy soldiers and dolls. It may need to be tweaked a little, but I am certain that any little one would LOVE to play with something like this,❞ he encourages. Oh, children could be fickle and have short memories too, but if Siebren was in the inventor's position, it would be a risk willing to take. ❝Invention and progress can come in many forms, friend! Not that you NEED me to tell you that, I'm sure.❞

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✧*:･ﾟ| SIEBREN can’t say that he’s particularly fond of the idea of being a crafter of weapons. He’s a pacifist, or rather, that’s what he wishes he could be. Fate decreed other plans for him, cast the die and laid down the cards. A hand entirely in FAVOR of criminals without ethics or morals.

HE’S learned not to judge, and besides, he’s far too fascinated for that to even cross his mind.

❝OH, how delightful!❞ Attention does not waver from the little abomaton, practically bouncing at the chance of seeing wonderful craftsmanship in motion. Though he has his questions - and PLENTY of them at that - Siebren holds back with all of the strength he could muster. ❝They are quite endearing little things. Without their weapons, they remind me of little toys, actually.❞

To be honest, it was never Alador’s intention to use his talents to create weapons. He had started out making devices for home security, namely his own, and whatever else came to mind. It had been Odalia’s suggestion to branch out into weaponry, and it wasn’t until he found out what the emperor wished to use them for that he decided to destroy what he could and refrain from making more.

If only he had known, and done so sooner.

“Little toys?” He looked down to his tiny creation, which at the press of a button on its back, revealed a tiny jet pack that could make it fly short distances.

“I suppose it could be one.” But would kids actually like them? “I never thought to make toys before.”

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✧*:･ﾟ| IT seems to be a toss up, a grand coin flip of sorts to determine whether the world receives attentive Siebren or the Siebren who keeps his head in the clouds. He has always had an eye for SCRUTINY, for observing the lives of others. There's a great fondness in his heart for perusing data and stats, but so too does he also seek to immerse himself into a different world entirely.

WHEN one notices a shaking figure from the depths of shrubbery, there's a rather sizeable amount of possibilities one might consider. Perhaps it is his eagerness to see the show, good sense and scientific brain set aside in favor of the fantastical, but he chooses not to suspect wrongdoing. If anything, he's just CURIOUS.

❝AHH, hallo there,❞ he says with a scratchy cough in the back of the throat so that he doesn't seem like he's sneaking up on the POOR girl. ❝Have you lost anything?❞

OR perhaps she's nervous. Immediately following the girl's line of sight towards the packed theater —- his intended destination, he hypothesizes. ❝The crowd is just there to see a show. Perfectly NORMAL!❞

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Gyess’ wandering had taken her to many strange places. Rarely did she spend time in what was her assigned abode, preferring the outdoors and wilderness to strange interiors. Of course, these ‘strange places’ were merely strange due to the fact that there was very little that was familiar. One such place was framed at the base of a mountain. Many people were entering the space chatting among themselves excited about whatever was in store.

Gyess watched the people pass at a distance, taking shelter behind some bushes as she curiously observed the passersby. She wasn’t sure where they were going or why so many of them had gathered in a single place. It did not appear to be a feast of any kind, nor did it seem it was a meeting. There was an energy in the air that Gyess longed to understand but was too nervous to approach.

‘What was this place?’ ‘What are these people doing?’ ‘Am I allowed to see what they’re doing?’ ‘Is is safe?’ All of these questions and more raced through her mind in an endless swirl, becoming increasingly unaware of what or who was around her. And so she stays, hiding in the bushes as she waits for the answers to her many questions.

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✧*:･ﾟ| SIEBREN can't say that he's particularly fond of the idea of being a crafter of weapons. He's a pacifist, or rather, that's what he wishes he could be. Fate decreed other plans for him, cast the die and laid down the cards. A hand entirely in FAVOR of criminals without ethics or morals.

HE'S learned not to judge, and besides, he's far too fascinated for that to even cross his mind.

❝OH, how delightful!❞ Attention does not waver from the little abomaton, practically bouncing at the chance of seeing wonderful craftsmanship in motion. Though he has his questions - and PLENTY of them at that - Siebren holds back with all of the strength he could muster. ❝They are quite endearing little things. Without their weapons, they remind me of little toys, actually.❞

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✧*:･ﾟ| ❝HOW fascinating. I’ve never met a soul who combines magic with technology.❞ 

THOUGH he allows that thought to sink in, dissecting bits and pieces from his mind. From a certain perspective, his own abilities could be considered something like magic. Cries and claims of the unnatural from the monsters who sought to study as if he were a mere autopsied body and NOT a living being.

❝SOME mistake my abilities for magic, but I don’t think that’s what they really are. So I’d be curious to see how your application of ‘abomination magic’ to your mechanical MARVELS.❞

“It is still relatively new, and there is not much in the way of technology in the demon realm, but it can be done.” And it was a specialty of his, for better and worse.

“You…would like to see my creations?” This brought a smile to his face. “I would be happy to show you, though I no longer create weapons or soldiers.” He drew a small, purple circle, and a small, pudgy being formed out of purple sludge. From there Alador began to put little metal pieces on it, similar to armour.

After a good half hour or so, a mini version of one of his abomatons, minus the weaponry, stood before them.

“It isn’t much, but I did include a tiny jet pack feature I had been working on.”

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✧*:･ﾟ| HE'S always said that a good relationship with animals could make even thebad days better, like rays of sunlight peeking through dark clouds. It appears as though Louise and him are sharing quite the wavelength, not simply in this regard, but in regards to Telma as well. The no-doubt INTELLIGENT beast is cared for the moment she invites his presence, long fingers running through pale fur. The wait for Telma is worth it.

PULLED from his thoughts when she arrives, his smile is fond. Stealing him! Well, it certainly wouldn't be difficult for an adorable animal such as Louise to do that! He laughs it off. ❝She is … a rather charismatic sort, I'd say. Makes very COMPELLING arguments.❞

A tap of index to the tip of his nose; if Telma wishes to be playful, what else can he do but oblige? If anything, there's something exciting, thrilling about pleasant banter. Telma has the ability to work his mind in many different and UNEXPECTED directions, like a thrilling dance of the mind. He doesn't hesitate to trot after the bartender and her pet, long legs a' striding. His coat is tightened over his form, eyes sharp in vigilance. Though one could safely say that the reason behind the royal guard's lax nature is a low crime rate … doesn't mean that he could allow for any trouble - big or small - to happen to the trio. 

❝HOO - weather's been getting colder lately.❞

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✧*:･ﾟ| A quizzical tilt of his head follows, as though not quite following. Oblivious? Perhaps. Or perhaps he’s just simply too kind for his own good. The reality may as well be a line drawn in the MIDDLE of both possibilities. An overwhelming kindness and wish to please that is only offset by sometimes too practical thoughts. Either way, it is the promise of being a student, of learning something new, that brings forth the LIGHTS in his eyes. 

❝I’LL have you know, I am just as good at learning as I am at teaching.❞ What a boast! But it slips out with a good natured laugh, askew grin slap dash upon his lips. Knowledge is power, a statement he all too EASILY adheres to. 

HALFWAY out the door, he turns. Louise, of course! A guilty flash behind pale eyes, but quick does he dive out to greet the animal as promised. Siebren has always been good with pets, particularly cats, but no amount of fondness for felines can prepare for their oft fickle natures. But, she’s not run off, the beautiful animal knowing all too well that she’s SPOILED rotten. Though he doesn’t expect her to speak, he talks anyway - loud enough for the hardworking bartender to hear.

❝WE’RE packing up now, Louise. It shan’t be long till you’re home and cosy, ja?❞

         Siebren  had  long  since  been  deemed  a  TRUSTWORTHY  human  in  Louise’s  eyes,  given  the  observations  the  snow  white  feline  had  made  since  her  beloved  mother  had  met  him.  Telma  always  seemed  happier  than  USUAL  when  the  older  gentleman  came  along  (  and,  better  yet,  the  cat  had  noticed  that  Telma  was  coming  home  EARLIER,  lately,  likely  as  a  result  of  Siebren’s  good-natured  offers  to  help  her.  )  Thus,  she  immediately  presses  herself  to  his  leg,  affectionately  rubbing  against  it  as  if  her  presence  and  attention,  alone,  were  gifts  to  be  appreciated.

       “ Mrow~  “  A  happy  chirp,  as  her  tail  perks  upwards  and  coils  ‘round  his  leg,  before  straightening  again,  a  chorus  of  approving  purrs  rumbling  from  the  spoiled  fur  child.

                           “  Louiseeee,  hun,  are  you  tryin’  to  steal  my  man ?  “  Telma  emerges  from  the  bar,  hefty  bag  slung  around  her  shoulder  and  a  scarf  hugging  her  upper  half  to  stave  off  the  night’s  chill.  Louise  responds  with  a  meow  that  sounds  strangely  AFFIRMATIVE  in  nature,  and  the  honey-eyed  bartender  can’t  help  but  chuckle.  “  Yes,  yes,  sweetheart.  Siebren,  baby,  are  you  ready  to  head  off ?  “

              She  playfully  bumps  her  hips  against  him  before  brushing  past,  hips  swaying  as  Louise  trotted  right  beside  her.

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✧*:･ﾟ| SIEBREN understands well the risks and ramifications of taking Miku under his wing. Progress has always been an uphill climb, history often being unkind to scientists and their creations and theories. UNKIND to changes in social stances as well. People who went against the grain were always looked down upon, and Siebren certainly received his own brand of ridicule in his many years on this planet.

WHAT he hoped would be a diplomatic response does nothing to rebuff the hardheaded individual. Almost always a non confrontational sort, only when he notices Miku practically COWERING does he feel his blood boil. 

HE huffs, a harsh whistle through his nose. ❝Bold of you to assume that your knowledge of her supersedes that of a SCIENTIST.❞ The blow is low, not typically something he'd resort to. Siebren is usually on the humble side. ❝As someone who works in the fields of technology, I think I know MORE about what's best for Miku than you, a stranger who only receives his information through the news feeds. If you're not offering us your business, I won't waste my breath on such fear mongering.❞

BEFORE the stranger could respond, Siebren turns to Miku and says gently, ❝I'm sure I could learn to cook noodles like that. Cannot be too difficult if we are ALLOWING clowns to man the stoves.❞

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✧*:･ﾟ| SOMETIMES it can be overwhelming, relaying information and explaining it further, but he’s always been the sort to relish in the expansion of knowledge and pursuit of one’s own CURIOSITY. 

AT times, she may land in trouble, but he’d do everything in his power to PROTECT her.

SO, when a voice calls out from within the truck, his nose wrinkles. A sharp pull away from the menu, arms folded behind his back. Gaze wanders, lifting over one shoulder and then the other, as if EXPECTING a drone to be hovering like a pigeon begging for scraps.

UPON seeing none, his nose scrunches up even tighter.

❝HER name is Miku,❞ he says in a firm, yet determined voice. Turning towards the android, he places a hand upon her shoulder. ❝Don’t get too excited. You know some people are shy about their PERSONAL space, ja?❞ There’s a taste like battery acid in his mouth; something says that if she were a human teenager, the man WOULDN’T have even bat an eye. 

      There  had  been  numerous  reports,  when  Miku’s  PROTOTYPE  had  first  been  revealed,  about  the  UNCERTAINTY  of  letting  artificial  intelligence  loose  to  mesh  with  the  human  world.  Technological  advancements,  especially  ones  as  GRAND  as  a  humanistic  robot  who  could  learn,  and  adapt,  to  her  surroundings,  were  both  accepted  and  FEARED  by  the  common  folk.  Fears  that  she  would  soon  dominate  the  job  field,  making  human  workers  obsolete  and,  thus,  out  of  work  (  and,  even  a  few  LUDICROUS  assumptions  that  a  robot  rebellion  was  on  the  horizon  )  kept  many  from  accepting  her  into  society.

        It  was  OKAY  when  she  was  just  a  virtual  entertainer.  A  video  game  character,  a  fictional,  marketable  character.  Now ?  She  was  a  THREAT.

                          And,  sadly,  she’s  aware  of  this,  to  the  point  it  puts  somewhat  of  a  DAMPER  on  her  initial  excitement,  as  she  scoots  closer  to  Siebren.  “  M-My  name  is …  Miku,  ja,  “  she  says  utters  with  a  slight  TREMBLE  to  her  voice.  A  NEW  emotion  she’d  not  yet  explored.  “  Maybe  we  should  go  to  the  other  booth ?  “

            “  They  won’t  like  it  there,  either.  It  can’t  eat—  why  are  you  wasting  our  time  and  resources ?  It’s  like  bringing  a  damn  puppy  to  a  chocolate  buffet.  “        “  I-I  can  eat …  “              “  No,  you  can’t.  I  know  how  you  walking  USBs  work,  it’s  a  WASTE.  “                      “  US …  B ?  “

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✧*:･ﾟ| DEMEANOR practically changed like the flip of a switch, now that pleasantries and misunderstandings have been smoothed over, Siebren can begin to devote his attention to far more preferential matters. Eyes watch the moon - for a man of science, he's so utterly DEVOTED. Perhaps it is the near ethereality of the deepest reaches of space, the wonder and the call of impossible dreams.

❝OF course. The farthest reaches of space seems daunting to some, but I see the world beyond to be an exciting promise. The moon is a WELCOME invitation, I think. A gateway to the mysterious beyond. Not a frozen rock to cower from.❞

THE woman may be as elusive as many of those mysteries, but he's always sought to look beyond the bounds of what humans would usually consider. She's not rebuking his apology, so what else is on his mind but to EXTEND his hand in friendship? It is refreshing that someone else would understand his feelings, even if the reason is completely different from his own.

❝A fantastic idea! Biscuits are certainly best paired with tea, though I've not often said NO to a good cup of cocoa or coffee either.❞ Thoughts trail off, as though adrift upon the vast sea of space. Only after a sharp tug on his mind does he tether himself back to reality. ❝Sorry, I've gone all ahead of myself again.❞

HOW rude! Even if unintentional. The man offers an elegant bow, the sort of a bow a conductor would offer to a packed theatre. The smile he offers is slight, but no less warm than a gentle fire.

❝MY name is Siebren de Kuiper, Doctor de Kuiper if you wish to be formal about it. I've been here for quite some time, so it is not merely stargazing spots that I'm familiar with. Being here may be unfortunate, but I'd rather take a look at the BRIGHT side.❞ Gaze softens as he ponders the moon's beauty once more. ❝And she's certainly providing that tonight, ja?❞

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✧*:･ﾟ| SUBTLE, how he unfolds from within himself. Tendrils of confidence float from his core in waves. Though he can’t say he approves of having his name attached to the occult ( he’s a scientist, damn it all), what strikes him in a more IMMINENT regard is the thought that he could be ratted out - thrown aside.

❝AHH, I see. I was worried that you would … take things poorly. SOME see what I have as more a curse or anomaly than anything else.❞ Visible discomfort is a blush against his lips, but she deserves an explanation, albeit a brief one. 

ANYTHING more, and he’d close up his heart behind hundreds of locks and chains.

TURNING focus upon the moon in particular, ENTRANCED, perhaps. Like the flow of the waves extending their tendrils towards the pair’s feet. He listens, attention rapt, and despite the bad memories that threaten to resurface, he is at peace.

❝WONDERFUL, yes. I do hope your wings return in due time. There’s nothing at all quite like being out there.❞ To gaze upon planet earth from the moon above … he sighs, gestures vaguely with the sweep of a hand. ❝Cold, some may say, but to me, a grand COMFORT.

AND so is this! I would truly hate to find enemies in fellow stargazers. Perhaps next time I ought to bring biscuits.❞ Conflict avoidant ( for the might of his abilities are great and terrible, to both himself and others ), Siebren’s thoughts change in the instant, as if by the flipping of a switch. ❝I’ve been here long enough that I know of other places that could be of INTEREST to any astronomer.❞

there, there~. not so hard to work a man open when need be, hm? despite the scowl received ‘pon first flighty introductions otherwise he seems to have softened at some least. much better company than most men she’s certainly had the displeasure of meeting, why, this one already boasts eons better with a proper head && situated shoulders.

just when she thought they were all avid skirt chasers like her darling cheshire puss or worse, an irredeemable slob like enzo. speaking of, she will have to continue the ever wondrous chase of cracking the dirty little secret in just how a degenerate fat slob managed himself into becoming such a family man. the sentiment alone perhaps raises an inkling of amusement nonetheless, but home is where the heart is && perhaps she is even beginning to miss the little inconveniences that came along with it.

ah.. there it is. how to make a man divulge without so much as lifting a finger. he’s quite sensitive it seems. in regards to heralding such power of course, oft times as one should be. it isn’t as if the world has taken kindly to her own or her dearly departed sisters for that matter. memory is downturned in favor of gaze sweeping just once more over her companion before rising towards pearled rays of celestial elegance dotting the skies wherein the moon sits among them in the center like that of priceless jewels rightfully so. the throne is only worthy of the most beautiful of all.

❝ cold to those who can’t quite understand of course. ❞

&& never mind her own qualms with the most frigid unforgiving, how little cereza had long since admired the moon from betwixt what little grace the bars of a cell granted reprieve within her lofty glow.

❝ she is a beauty few can truly fathom. i don’t suppose you might be willing to share these other places? if you’re bringing biscuits then i’ll bring the tea. ❞