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nProject MirAIs Generation 0 – Prototype Final member debut stream.

nProject MirAIs – Virtual UTuber Idols

nLive in 5 minutes

nNovember 23, 12:00 PM

nMOD: Titor – Link successful. Welcome to Project MirAIs

nBlahBlahGame – Cool stream, but first a word from our sponsor, Rai-

nHorizon_Stepping_Moo – Third star incoming! At this rate i might have to change my name to Stargazing_Moonfox

nWow! A lot of verified users are here for once!

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nLive in 4 minutes.

nThe heck? How are you verified with those user names?

nWinder – 4AM newcomer!

nI hope you all got first aid kits at hand. If this debut is anything like the others, we will need it.

ngenericuseralt – Let’s get into trouble, shall we?

nLive in 3 minutes.

nH.V.G – This is going to be pretty interesting.

nLaica Lavridge – Just as it is obvious that people die when they are killed, so too it is that simps will simp.

nRintaro – El. Psy. Congroo.

nChat works? CHAT WORKS!!!!

nLive in 2 minutes.

nAnumi – I am here to support Alfi’s friend. Wonder who it is?

nMe too!

nI’m here from Hana!

nDragonStorm117: I’m in and wow is it lively here!

nLive in 1 minute.

nMOD: Alfi Titor Ch. – Try not to cringe too much.

nMOD: Hana Homura Ch. – Nee-chan! That’s mean!

nMOD: Beta – Behave yourselves.

nNow I’m *really* curious about what the new idol’s like…

nWaiting for Project MirAIs – Virtual UTuber Idols to start…

n—–AI|IA—–

n—–AI|IA—–

nPlay Steins;Gate 0 – Amadeus

nGentle piano notes, almost like falling raindrops. A lone violin joined in with a somber solo. At the end of it, light piano arpeggios sounded out.

nThe camera showed a slow pan of mist covered mountain peaks and a lone woman with light blue hair, staring longingly into the distance.

nThe music suddenly kicked into high gear, synth drums and a distorted electric guitar joined in a frantic and fierce driving rhythm.

nThe camera distorted, flickering through scenes like spinning back a roll of film.

nThe woman, lying at the foot of a monstrous blue dragon, crimson blood staining her body as it poured from a fatal wound.

nThe same woman, now a young teenager, standing with a kind woman that looked like her, but with black hair.

nA man wreathed in shadows with ominous crimson eyes, looming over the corpse of that black-haired woman.

nThe blue-haired woman, still a teenager, screaming in anguish as she discovered the corpse.

nTwo azure dragons flying through the mountain peaks, crashing against each other. One with malevolent crimson eyes, and the other with icy blue.

nAll of the scenes faded out, dissolving into bits as a familiar time machine crashed down into the void, opening a gate and revealing golden light and a familiar line of text: Project MirAIs

nAnd then a lone female voice started singing.

n“I’d rather be… blissfully blindLeaving everything now up to fate… as well as to time.”

nThe scene changed to the blue-haired woman, walking across a snow-covered field, a sword with a glittering blue sheath on her right side.

nA stream of tears, rains down somewhere

nGentle lies covering up the pain, as the truth draws near

nSpace rippled and the woman was suddenly surrounded by assassins, crackling with azure lightning. Seeing them, the woman narrowed her eyes and drew her blade, causing icy blue light to splash everywhere. The silhouette of horns and a tail emerged, followed by a gust of icy wind before the camera panned up to the sky.

nBroken fragments of the blue sky creating a new paradox

nPieces of a puzzle that even now just can’t seem to be solved

nA 3D transparent box containing flickering screens, all of that woman fighting over and over again.

nInfinite choices spiraling outwards, noise that obscures it all

nReach out your hand now, defy that cruel god now,

nFulfill those words that you turned into vows

nThe box shattered, along with the screens, and countless stars started to take their place, along with a blue sphere suspended in the void.

nAll of us shall race across the stars to defy fate and

ntear down all the walls to save them again

nThe scene cut back to that blue-haired woman lying on the ground with a fatal wound. But as she reached out to the sky, countless lights started to emerge, causing the scene to fade out in static.

nEverything now, reduced into dust

nOnly to be restored

nThe scene shattered, revealing the blue-haired woman once again walking across the snow-covered field. But this time, when the assassins showed up, so did two other people. One a man in a white lab coat, and the other a silver-haired woman with burgundy eyes.

nSo right now just facing that cruel dead end that leads nowhere and all of the strife that’s bound to be there

nRestart the time to start over again

nKnowing that we’ll be here right by your side…

nStart a new… life…

nThe scene shifted back to the woman staring longingly at the mountain peaks. But then the camera panned back, showing Titor standing in front of a glowing golden gate and holding out his hand.

nThe woman turned around and then let out a faint smile before grabbing his hand.

nAnd then the video feed cut to a black screen with only a few lines of text.

nProject MirAIs

nAoko Ryuusei

nOpen the Gate to new futures

n—–AI|IA—–

nStonelight: !!!

nRintaro – El. Sai. Kangaroo.

nEven more dramatic than Alfi?!

nWait, was that a dragon?!

nHoly crap.

nThat was intense!

nPlay Aoko’s BGM

nW-Wait? What’s with the mood whiplash?!

nI-I get that Alfi’s thing is gap moe, but this kind of gap is… eh?

nAoko-chan is it?

n—–AI|IA—–

n—–AI|IA—–

n“H-Hello? You can hear me, right?” A smooth and low female voice echoed.

nOh?! Is it a real ice-queen this time?

nWe can hear you!

nAbsolutely!

nNot Aoko-chan! Aoko-hime! No, Aoko Onee-sama!

nAoko leaned back, staring at the screen. Furrowing her brow, she muttered, “God, this is cringey… I-I mean, good morning everyone!” She put on a clearly forced smile and said, “Aoko Ryuusei here! Ao are you?”

nlol wut?

n*I can feel the secondhand cringe*

n*Should we sue Titor for inflicting cruel and unusual punishment on his talents?*

nworker abuse!

nMOD: Titor – Oi! This was her idea!

nThat’s what you say every time!

n“What was I supposed to do… Oh, right. The chat. Like… this?” She snapped her fingers, causing a chatbox to appear on the left side of the screen. Unlike a normal one though, the chatbox looked to be covered in snow, with the occasional snowflake drifting across it.

nCool!

n*N-Ice!*

nOh god stop.

nSo this is the sort of business that my dear husband is running…

nAoko stepped back, revealing her full body as well as the surroundings. Her outfit was fairly simple, a plain white dress shirt with black slacks. But it seemed like her shirt was either a size too small or she didn’t know how to button it, since the first few buttons were left undone, revealing a deep and pure white valley.

nL-Lewd?

nArrrrgh. Just a bit more…!

n*I see John is a man of culture. :pray:*

nLike Alfi and Hana, Aoko’s room was a typical steel warehouse room. Unlike them though, she had decorations up.

nA box set of Inertial D sitting on a shelf. A standing punching bag with a blurred picture of a handsome blonde man taped on it. A closet filled with Nikeys clothing and casual wear.

n*lol. Is that a picture of the real John?*

nDoes Aoko have a grudge against Mister Smith…?

nHow sure are we that John is telling the truth about the girls having free will…?

nMOD: Titor – Hey! That’s defamation!

nYou’re a time traveler. There’s probably a parallel dimension where it’s true.

nAoko glanced at the chat and then chuckled. “Seems like you guys think the same about that guy, huh? Doesn’t he seem like a guy you’d want to sock in the- Ahem. I mean… Should we get started with the introduction?”

n…We sure this is an idol company?

n*Dang, John. What did you do to this woman to piss her off?*

nYou can sock me all you want, baby.

nThis user has been banned by a mod.

nMOD: Beta – Do not encourage her.

nWait. Encourage her?

nAoko frowned and said, “I feel like I’m forgetting something… Oh yeah.” She snapped her fingers, causing a pair of blue horns and a thick scaly blue tail to appear behind her.

n!!!

n*DRAGON WAIFU!*

nPLEASE STEP ON ME!

nKick me!

nMOD: Titor – Goddammit.

nMOD: Beta – *sigh*

nAoko glanced back at the chat and then smirked. “What a bunch of perv- I mean, could you refrain from saying such words? That’s rude.”

nOoh, I like her.

n*lol where did John get this girl?*

nF to John’s dream of an idol agency

nAoko tucked a strand of her light blue hair behind her ear and said, “First off… Introductions- Oh wait. Did that. Then next… The bio, right?” She muttered and then tapped something in front of her.

nThe chatbox scrunched down to the bottom left corner.

nguest_8445: *Bottom left? XD*

nTHIS is what father is up to?!

nWait! You’re not supposed to comment, Meggie!

n“Let’s see… There we go.” Aoko tapped again and a window of text appeared in the open spot on the top left. Like the chatbox, it had a snowy theme.

nAoko Ryuusei

nAge: 22

nBirthday: March 20th

nHeight: 180 cm

nJob: Azure Dragon Priestess, Trainee Idol, Drifting Practitioner

nAffiliation: MirAIs Generation 0

nOh she’s definitely an Onee-sama

n*Why do I want to suddenly get dominated by her…?*

n*Oi! Get your kinks out of here!*

nCool! She’s really a dragon!

n:groan:

nAoko forced a smile and said, “Here’s my basic biography! There’s not much to tell, but I’m working hard to become an idol like Miss Alfi! Please treat me well!”

n…She’s forcing it.

n*100% forced*

nGood thing Myth Inc. isn’t an acting company.

n:grass:

nAoko’s eye started to twitch and she said, “Next, likes and dislikes.”

nLikes:Hana

nDrifting

nSports

nDislikes:Irritatingly handsome men

nMeddling old ladies

nMy father

nHana and sports I get, but drifting?

nSomething tells me she’s got a trauma with riajuu…

n*She doesn’t like her father?*

nMOD: Titor – Goddammit! Do we have to do this every time for the list?!

nMOD: QingLong – I did warn you to inform me before you went live.

nMOD: Titor – I called! You didn’t pick up!

nMOD: QingLong – ? Oh. My apologies.

nA new mod?

nQingLong? The Azure Dragon…? Aoko’s older brother? Father?!

nAoko glanced at the chat and then frowned, mumbling. “Why is my chat so different from those two?”

nBecause Onee-sama energy?

n*Because you don’t seem like a real idol…?*

nMOD: Hana Homura Ch. – You can do it, Aneue!

nAneue?! Then Aoko is even higher than Alfi?!

nAoko smirked at that and said, “She’ll get mad at you, Hana. But thanks. Anyway… Let’s just get this train wreck over with as soon as possible. I’m getting shivers down my spine from just standing here.”

nTurn on the heat, maybe?

nHaha. Very funny.

n*Be careful not to get put on ice!*

n*What’s with all the puns?*

n“First, I like Hana. She’s basically like a little sister to me, and I’m here to help her out.” Aoko paused and said, “And I guess Alfi’s alright too.”

nMOD: Alfi Titor Ch. – T_T

nOooh… that was cold.

nMOD: Hana Homura Ch. – Hah… guess I shouldn’t have expected anything else…

nHey! Don’t make fun of Alfi!

nAoko read the last chat and laughed. “Looks like Alfi’s got a lot of white knights riding to her rescue. That’s cool… I guess.”

nMOD: Titor – This was a bad idea.

nMOD: Beta – …I apologize.

nDon’t apologize! I like the sass!

n*Yes, Queen!*

nAoko crossed her arms and then said, “Drifting. In my… home world, I enjoyed drifting from place to place a lot. But here on Earth, I discovered that you humans had something else in mind when you talked about drifting as well. These… cars that you built to travel on are amusing.”

nWow. She said that with a straight face?

nMaybe her acting isn’t that bad after all?

n*Such cringe… but it’s hilarious.*

nAoko coughed, something that sounded vaguely like ‘fvcking bull$hit’, but clearly wasn’t. With a smile on her face, she nodded and said, “Your ‘sports’ are interesting as well. I’m fairly fond of what you call ‘basketball.'”

n*i’m dying*

nAre we sure Myth Inc. isn’t an entertainment company?

n*I just got here. What’s with the cringey dragon lady?*

n*Just watch.*

n“Next, my dislikes… First, I don’t like irritatingly handsome men. Bad experience.” Her eyes subtly flicked towards the punching bag in the corner of the room.

nwwww

n*Seriously, what did John do to her?*

nI see. Another entranced by his charms…

n*lol*

n“Next, I don’t like meddling old ladies.” She frowned and said, “I’ll decide how I want to live my life myself, thank you very much.”

n*Tell’em, Queen!*

n*Oh no. The cringe is spreading.*

nThis hurts to watch… but it’s hilarious too… Pain.

n“And my last dislike…” Her eyes narrowed, flashing an icy blue.

nSerious mode?

nS-So this is what people mean when they say they want to be stepped on…

n*Hnnngh… so hot…*

nHVG: I’m so sorry.

n“…John said to let it go, but I can’t. That man did terrible things to countless people and even killed my mother. Although the situation is fine now after John intervened, he still…” Icy blue light began shining around Aoko, responding to her mood.

nWhoa. Is she… still acting?

n*Why do I feel like these idols are all dangerous people IRL…*

nYA BE

nAoko shook her head, putting on that fake smile again. “Sorry! I was just… Argh, fvck it. I’m sick of acting like this.”

n?!?!

n?!!!!

n*Pft, what?*

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nAoko shook her head and said, “Look. You know that I’m a trash idol. I know that I’m a trash idol. Even so, I’m here, and this is what we’ve got.” She held out her right hand, grabbing a mic from somewhere off to the side and said, “I’ll sing you one song and then we’re out of here. If you still want to stick around, I’ll catch you at my first stream tomorrow morning. If not, well, Alfi and Hana are collabing with Meincraft later today. Anyway, song.”

nPlay Judgment – Yakuza series

nA slowed down and low rendition of an old 90s song common in karaoke bars. With her eyes closed and her face flushed red in embarrassment, Aoko sang while swaying to the beat.

nAnd when she was finished, she gave herself a bit of applause to cheer herself up. But then she froze, as if just realizing that she was still live. Stiffly turning her face towards the camera, she turned a deep red and then punched the screen.

nThere was a loud *crack* and then the stream ended.

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