Hai guys. I'm Anajade and this story was inspired because people keep nicking my ideas for stories, characters and even copying my school work. I find it soo annoying so in my true style I'd thought I'd write something about it.
Before we begin I'd like to introduce my 5 ocs who will be in this story, they are all mine however the personalites, clothing and music types were inspired by my friends; Enis Estiar (Mine), Rosia Thornibly (Shannon), Andy Tomsett (Amy), Jezz Beatawow (Jessica). There will be one more oc inspired by my my friend Joe, it will be a human form of his MLP oc Atomic vortex. ~Enjoy xox Anajade xxx
Filtering through the window, the sun light illuminates the room. The tension is thick yet not unerving as we take in the news. We have once again been robbed of our originality, first with the Utuas, however that was quickly resolved, but now by the Beat-loids. Who didn't even seem to want to be discreet about copying us.
Sitting around the table is myself, my sister Rin, Kaito, Miku, Gumi, Meiko and Luka. Each with similar expressions plastered across their faces, a mix of annoyance and mild frustration, varying in different degrees. Miku, Kaito and Gumi only looking upset wilst Luka, Meiko and Rin almost looked ready to kill. Myself, well I was halfway between. I like to think of myself as the level headed one.
The news that Master had just given us over the phone was that a new company had, ultimately and quite bluntly, stolen our software. But that was not most irritating part, their voicebanks had become almost instantly popular, almost as if they were mocking us. Currently there were only two of them: Jezz Beatawow, or J-wow as she had soon be nicknamed, and Rosia Thornbibly.
Sitting on the table infront of us were their box arts, or more specifically a laptop displaying them. Jezz sported short spiky shoulder length hair which went from black, through to ginger then blonde. Placed a top her head were a pair of green headphones She wore a black corset top, a red jacket and green miniskirt. whilst rosia had unruly purple hair, she wore a red t-shirt, black trousers and arm warmers, in her hair she wore a single red rose.
Frowning in annoyance Rin slammed the laptop closed before looking round the small group.
"This isn't fair. Those scum bags have obviously stolen our stuff, My armlets, Gumi's style. Screw what Master says, we should chase down those Beatloidsin the roadroller."
"Rin." Luka begins, looking at me as if wanting me to calm her. "We don't need any bad publicity with this new competition." Its a valid point I think to myself before rolling my eyes at her in a clear message, that I would defiently, let me repeat defiantly, not be dealing with my demon sisters bad temper.
Miku nods enthusiastically in the corner before turing to pat my sisters back comfortingly. "Its okay Rin-Chan. Master will sort everything out with them. It'll be like legal karma" Her slightly high pitched voice exclaims causing me to wince slightly and Meiko to laugh sharply, at what I am not sure.
"Does that mean murderors get killed to MIku" She snickers coming dangerously close to falling off her stool. It seems that her morning dose of alcohol has already taken affect leaving her slightly tipsy, personally I am now worried to let her out on the streets; in her druken state, coupled with her anger, and possibly Miku's innocent statement-anything could happen. I could only imagine the trouble she would wind up in. Anything from cutting those poor Beatloids hair off to attempting to set them on fire. Only at the moment though I don't feel sorry for them instead I feel angry and slightly betrayed.
Hearing a stool scrape I look up at Kaito as he stands. Normally he claims I look up to him as a big brother, but thats not true. I look up to him because he is taller than me. Although being the only other boy in the household, as well as one of the odest does dub him as being big brother.
Cautosly he takes Meiko by the shoulders and guides her upstairs ignoring her confused and insulting comments as is she escorted away. Tuning back around I come face to face with my devious twin sister, her face contorted into a evil grin which mocks her sweet and innocnet box art.
This girl is the demon himself and I can only dread what she has planned. "Len~" She coos fluttering her eyelashes in a way which I presume is meant to be cute. "Grab the keys your coming with me and Miku" Her face transforms into a wicked grin as she and Miku haul from the kitchen. Away from the rest of the sane people and further away from my beloved bannana pancakes.
Squatting in the bush I feel ridiculous, with a camera stuck to my forehead and war paint decorating my cheeks I stick out like a sore thumb. It dosen't help in the slihtest the Rin and Miku are sat on the bench disguised with a newspaper sporting two hastily cut out holes. If that wasn't enough my sisters giagantic white ribbon stands tall and proud like a salite perched atop her over grown head whilst Miku's ridiculous long and illuminous green hair hangs over her legs as she watches the stage through her own two holes. I can honestly say that between them they were gaining as many, if not more, confused and amused glances as I was.
Suddenly a hush falls over the crowd as the lights on stage blare into life and a spooky yet somehow happy beat errupts. The stage itself is a mix of emoistic and cute things, the deep crimson mixing well with the green. And then suddenly they are there, the two new beat-loids suddenly appearing out of no where. Jezz bouncing along in time with the music as she starts off the melody, her voice is soft and mature. On the other hand Rosia seems much more somber, she moves through the lights like a ghost, her own vocals adding a traditional and soothing backing to the song.
Although I dislike it, I find myself drawn into the song, its one that I recognise from the the corner of my eye I see Rin tear the paper in two and stand, Miku trying to calm her raging fury. The only thing I can think is 'Crap'.