Open up the door and [CLOSED]

[future_hatsune]

[She wakes up on the floor, disoriented. The first thing she notices beyond the room being, surprise surprise, white and desolate, she notices parts of herself feel... empty. Maybe the reprogramming that alien did to her is out now? Yep, definitely gone; no more impulses to kill all humans by the power of Love is War. Thank god that's over with.

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[de_bel_survivor]

[Waking up, he was in a daze for a moment. When he's a little more awake, he blinks in confusion and sit up.

Where is he? He's not outside in the lockdown, and the room's...something about it was different from that place.

Glancing around, he study the room until he see her.]

[future_hatsune]

[And then. And then oh her god there he is. That can't be right, she's got to be mis-seeing a lamp or something. She blinks over and over, increasing focus until she can practically see red pixels in the depths of his eyes, and shakes her head, no, no, she can't allow herself to hope. It hurts too much.]

Alive...? [She can't articulate the question any further than that, she's not sure if she's asking him or herself or even wondering about her own condition relative to the mortal coil. This can't be right, she's got to be dreaming, yes, any minute now she'll surge up from bed and wonder how she remembers what happen-didn't-happen so vividly.]

[de_bel_survivor]

[When he saw her, he just stare, not quite believing his eyes. The familiar girl he can just remember, but always blurry on the details and not given enough time to think about it. He was too busy to spare the time, unless he's alone in private and not tired.

At her voice, he blinks his now blue eyes.]

...Miku?

[future_hatsune]

[Unlike him, Miku recalls his termination as only yesterday, or perhaps the day before, since notifications weren't sent out, or maybe even three depending on how she got to where she is now. So the emotions she's been trying to suppress are very fresh for her.]

Yes-- [And hesitantly, she steps over towards him, further away from the wall. Her arms still hang at her sides, not daring to reach out.]

[de_bel_survivor]

Is that...really you?

[Not just a dream, a figment of his imagination from the stress of the Lockdown, the day after he beaten Babel's trial and everything.]

[future_hatsune]

I... I guess, yeah? [Minus a few skin panels butttt.] I could ask you the same thing.

[What kind of figment wouldn't say she was real? She steps closer, fairly certain that she should reach out and touch him. Yeah. That's the right thing to do. And, and if her hand passes through him or his clothing what is he wearing feels like flannel sheets - then she'll know, right? At least she'll know then.]

[de_bel_survivor]

Yeah, it's me.

[Her hand touch him on the shoulder, which is covered by his black cloak he wears over his normal clothes.]

[future_hatsune]

[She runs her hand over the fabric slowly marvelling at it, wondering why he would wear something so... dark-looking. It's not like he has demons inside of him or anything, she never heard anything like that.]

So -- terminated [She skips over a word in her stress and repeats herself.] We were terminated, huh? [...it's really a shame she's programmed to keep trying to sound cheery like this.]

[de_bel_survivor]

[The fabric is soft, yet durable. Naoya knows a good tailor to customised it for him.]

It seems so, but... [He seems confused.] That's a while ago, isn't it?

[future_hatsune]

[She frowns at the fingers of her other hand and counts out the days without speaking.] Um... not too long? A couple days, I think? Here you never know... [She's kind of worried now, that this implies the amount of time he's been gone differs significantly. Maybe it means something, that he's in new-seeming clothes from home and she's still got asylum provided threads. ...]

[de_bel_survivor]

A couple of days? [He frowns. The time doesn't match up to what he knows. The asylum's tendency to mess with time again?] For me, that's...months ago.

She could actually be canon updated in the middle of the log

[future_hatsune]

[It hits her like a ton of bricks, and her mouth falls open for a brief moment before she closes it back up.] ...Oh...! [So what does that mean?] So that's when you got that... nice cloak, huh? [Yeah, she still doesn't actually know about the whole demon prince thing.]

if you like?

[de_bel_survivor]

[He wonders how she would take it. It and the changes that came along with his decision.] Yeah... It's a gift.

It shall be seen

[future_hatsune]

[If she'd ever been asked why he had demons at his side, the best conjecture she could have come up with was "emissary of the gods". ...exactly what prognosis that implies when compared to the truth? But the last time she saw them was so long ago. It's barely even at the forefront of her mind when she thinks of him. What is is the little hint of one of the many little differences about what it's like outside.]

A gift? Wow! Gosh, I've almost forgotten what getting those is like-- [Let her have this tiny sharp unbelievably sweet taste of what having her own life is like. Being subject to the whims of producers and companies and rabid affectionate fans instead of a heartless computer and mysterious doctors. It's kind of sad, when you think of all the little things she's forgotten. New people being something you came across in passing every day and not on a monthly basis. Never even having to think about following the Three Laws. Death being an unconsidered inevitability instead of constantly just barely a distant possibility. This is

[de_bel_survivor]

In that case, I'll try and get you one.

[Perhaps with his power, he can get them out of here. He have a better chance than his old, human self. The King of Bel do have the power to rival God, so Kouki's cautiously betting on that strength.]

[future_hatsune]

[She glows with a smile at that as she reaches up to graze his cheek with her fingers.] Great! I wish I could, but -- [You know. The complete lack of raw material. Maybe she could extract bits of chocolate from the cafeteria or learn to sew or something. She shouldn't dwell on this, he's alive.]