A lesson about fame (Gamma) (359 views)

[Raichi]

Now that his newest album was released Fiwa knew all the record stores in Neopia Central were going to be crowded. It was the perfect chance for him to go out in the open without anyone noticing, all his fans too busy buying and swooning over his new album, and all his non-fans couldn't care less about spotting him.

Of course he wore a disguise, he was dressed in black and even wore a hat. His piercings were also taken off, with his ear defect it would be a dead give away if he didn't. He decided to take a trip to the library, where a girl worked that peeked his interests. Not in an intimate way however, it was purely professional. As a celebrity who cares about being famous more than anything he had a lot of people working for him, managers, informants, even spies.

Now, what happened to Misty was known throughout Neopia. The crippled girl was no threat to Fiwawou's fame. He knew she would never rise to his level of fame. No, he couldn't care less. What he did care about however was the discerning news he received from his informants, that the ditched robot version of the girl had been brought to life by a faerie with determination to become famous again.

He knew of her capabilities, and with the right producers knew she could be moulded into a huge star, something he could of course not allow. He walked up to the desk, the cap of his hat covering his eyes. With a whisper he spoke to the person behind the desk. "I'm looking for Mistic, she works here as an assistant"

[Gamma]

Mistic - a petite Aisha whose ribbon-spotted pink hair and sequined hoodie forced her to stick out like a sore thumb in the modest library atmosphere - had been sticking bar codes onto the new shipment of novels that had just arrived. These books had been written by a well-known author who had made an appearance at the library recently. As Mistic begrudgingly taped the bar codes to the front of the books, she wondered if it would be any easier for her to become a famous author, as opposed to a pop star. She flipped one of the books open, saw the walls of text, and decided that writing short songs with short lyrics was a lot easier. She sighed, envying the author as she reached over to her page of bar code stickers.

She really didn't enjoy working in this library. It was so quiet, and nobody who came through the double doors was very interesting. She allowed her mind to wander, wishing her lunch break would come up sooner. She'd been eying her shopping bag all morning, wanting to give the new album she'd purchased a listen. She hadn't really looked at the album, but it was "in," according to her favorite magazine, so of course she had to purchase it. From her sitting position on the floor behind the librarian's desk, she reached for the shopping bag. Perhaps she could take a small peek...

But at the sound of somebody whispering her name, Mistic jumped to her feet, the book that had been sitting on her lap fell forward and hit her big toe. She gritted her teeth at the pain as she observed the black-clad Aisha standing before the desk. Strange. It was somebody she didn't recognize. Not a friend of hers, nor one of the library regulars. But, he was a stranger who knew her name, and when a stranger knows your name, it's probably because you're well-known. One of my old fans, perhaps?

"Yes, yes! I'm Mistic! Do you need anything? Book? Info? Autograph?" Mistic flinched at the sound of the librarian shushing her from behind a distant bookcase. Mistic was a tiny girl with little strength, but boy-oh-boy was her voice strong.

[Raichi]

When she mentioned autograph Fiwawou tried hard not to laugh, but wasn't able to keep it in for long. It was a short-lived laugh, and she would probably assume it was caused by being shushed by her boss than the autograph offer. He made sure to continue communicating in whisper and lifted his cap a bit so they could make eye-contact. "I need to talk with you about, well.. you. In private" his glance shifted over to the librarian who was occupied with work. Good, that meant they wouldn't notice the two of them sneaking off. "Follow me to the second floor, no buts.. and be quiet about it." he gestured for her to follow him and sneaked to the second floor, so they could converse without disruptions of a boss demanding for her to do her job.

He sat down at one of the tables in a mostly empty area and waited for her to join him. "I know all about you.. who you were, what you are now, what you aspire to be." he noticed she wanted to speak up, but he wouldn't allow her "hush, let me speak." he looked around him again to see if anyone was listening in to them, but the whispering and distance from the others assured him that was unlikely. "The difference between robots and living beings are, robots are a product of profit and convenience, and living beings are a product of love. You're not suited for stardom. You're not even suited for this job. You can be stubborn and try to pursue your dream, but you'll only end up rejected and put aside like garbage."
Fiwawou stood up from his chair to look down upon her, knowing his words had hurt her feelings. He walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder, then whispered in her ear. "Find another dream. Something that'll make you happy that isn't being a pop-star"

[Gamma]

Mistic was pouting, her heart crushed. "N-no... I can do it. I can..." She trailed off. Not being a pop star? It didn't make sense to her. The same way a calculator knows only to process answers, Mistic knew only how to sing and dance. And how to put a TV dinner into the microwave, but there was no way she could become a famous chef with that.

The only alternative Mistic could come up with was writing books like an author. And there was no way she could do that. Mental images of walls of text appeared in her head, closing in on her. So many lines of text that were impossible to process...

Perhaps if she were still a robot, Mistic would have overloaded. But now that she was Real, all she could do was furrow her brows and stick her tongue out at Fiwawou. "You're not the boss of me," She paused, realizing she didn't know his name. "...Bob. Or whoever-the-HECK-you-are. You think you can barge into this library and--! Oh, that's right, it's a library." She brought her voice down to an angry whisper. "...You think you can barge in here and tell me what I can and can't do? Who do you think you are?" She jabbed a finger into his chest (a bit too hard) and flinched at the new pain in her index. "...Stupid. You're... stupid... That's what you are..."

Mistic could feel pain welling up in her chest. Did she really have to give up her dream? "I don't get it, what do you have against a little ex-robot wanting to chase her dreams? I don't care if I don't make it or if I get trashed (Actually, I do, but...), so why not let me do what I want?" She raised a brow. "And why are you so bothered by it? Who are you, anyway?"

She suddenly rose to her feet and reached towards Fiwawou's hat.

[Raichi]

When Mistic raised her voice everyone on the second floor glared at them, it irritated Fiwawou a bit since he was only used to being screamed at because of worshipping. Nevertheless her childish and angry reaction was somewhat amusing, and he hadn't exactly taken the subtle approach so it was expected.

Some were still staring at them, but most had resumed their reading and browsing. Fiwa decided to let her have her little rant, being bombarded with accusations and questions happened a lot in interviews so it wasn't like he was unaccustomed to it. When she reached for his hat he took a step backwards, if she were to pull it off everyone would notice it was him, since there was only one aisha with ears that long and the hat was able to make it seem they were average length. "nah-a-ah, that's not happening"

When she wanted to speak up he put his finger on her lips. "Shh, very well, but it'll be our little secret.. You have to promise to keep your mouth shut" he closed in on her ear and softly started to sing one of his most popular songs; "I sing for no one else but you, you'll always be my number one" When he heard her gasping for recognising the song and realising who he was he covered her mouth with his hand. "Shhh, no one must know. And I didn't mean to upset you" Of course it was all just an act. He couldn't care less how upset she was, all he cared for was securing himself. The only reason he was even on this stake-out was because he was bored, else he would've hired someone to do it.

He took her hand with both hands and put on a compassionate face. "I'm only trying to protect you. You already got hurt once, and there's plenty of career options available for you" Though he could read from her face that she disagreed, she clearly needed some advice on what her options were. He let go of her hand and wrapped his arm around her waist, taking her for a little walk. "What about dancing? You're good at that, you might even have a shot at fame if you make the right choices."

[Gamma]

But Mistic was barely paying attention to his words. So, the ever-so-famous Fiwawou had decided to pay a visit to her library... Her eyes darted coldly about, half-expecting Yes Boy Ice Cream to be browsing the reference books.

She normally would have been enthused about walking the library floor with Fiwa, but all this talk about careers and fame reminded her of how famous Fiwawou must be. Ah, how she would like to be him. Ah, how jealous she was of him.

So very jealous.

She absentmindedly shook her head at his dancing suggestion and everything else he said after that. She continued to envision herself lying in the garbage, the way her former bodyguards had left her there on that fateful night. Yes, she'd been hurt. But like a phoenix, she'd rise from the ashes over and over again. And now was her time to rise...

Cutting her celebrity companion off mid-sentence, she thrust a determined finger in his face and said, "If I can beat someone like you at something, then I'll definately make it as a pop star. That's why I challenge you to a singing contest! Winner tells the loser what to do, so if you win (which you won't), I'll do whatever you tell me to. I'll even become a famous chef - err - dancer like you want me to." Of course, Mistic, being overly confident in her abilities, was certain that this wouldn't be the case. She nodded to herself, quite liking the idea of beating Fiwawou at karaoke. "There's an arcade somewhere downtown that has a karaoke game in the back corner. We won't have an audience to determine the winner, but the game keeps score, so whoever racks up the most points wins." Again, she nodded confidently to herself. Yes, yes. I'm quite good at that game. He'll be very surprised when I clobber him at it.

Without waiting for an answer, Mistic began to tote Fiwa along by the wrist. I'm much better than him, she said to herself. I know it. I can become a better star than him without even trying. Perhaps if Mistic had payed more attention to this thought, she would have figured out the real reason behind Fiwawou's meeting with her.

And, perhaps if Mistic had a more sensible mind, she might have figured out that Fiwa was a much tougher opponent than she could have imagined.

[Raichi]

This girl was even more stubborn and determined than Fiwawou could've ever imagined. Did she really think he would consent to a singing contest? Being lured all the way over to the stairway he stopped and pulled himself from her grasp. "Have you lost your mind? Just what makes you think I would go down-town with someone like you" he snarled at her. Normally he was perfectly capable of hiding his enormous ego, but this girl pushed his buttons by not idolizing him or swooning like any other girl.

He scraped his throat, correcting himself. "Sorry, that didn't come out the way I wanted. It's just... Even in disguise for someone like me to hit down-town, that's too dangerous." Of course every-time he was being nice it was just an act, he very well realized that insulting and aggravating others didn't get him anywhere. He wouldn't have half as big of a fan-base if he didn't pretend to be nice and considerate all the time. "But.. I can take you up on your offer in my private suite. I can have background music arranged for any song you wish to sing, and of course have microphones of plenty."

He grabbed Mistic by the waist and pulled her into his chest, it would appear a hug but was more intimate in experience, his lips moving so close to her ear they almost touched. "And only the prettiest of girls get my private invitations.." his hand slid beneath her shirt across her back. "You're a lucky girl.."
"MISTIC!" An angry voice called from beneath the stairway, the librarian looking up at the two of them, the physical contact between Mistic and Fiwa immediately breaking up. "Stop messing around with your boyfriend and get back to work!" the crazy notion caused Fiwa to laugh silently, even more so the reaction of the delirious girl.

He followed her down the stairs and shook the hand of the librarian. "I'm Eric, nice to meet you" but the librarian had little interest in conversation. "I suggest you visit her during her breaks, not her working hours" to which he responded with a deadly glare, how dare she talk to him like that! Turning back to Mistic he gently took her by the hand. "So.. Pick you up here at 7?" if she agreed he would leave and return at that time to do exactly that.

[Gamma]

Mistic didn't really get why Fiwa suddenly pulled her close at the top of the staircase, but she concluded that Fiwawou was a "touchy" sorta person, the way he always had some sort of physical contact with her. What a weird person... she wondered. She nearly jumped out of her socks when she heard her name being bellowed by the librarian. "Stop messing around with your boyfriend and get back to work!" she said. Of course, Mistic wouldn't have such an absurd accusation be thrown at her, so she burst into an angry rage that caused many of the patrons at the library to raise their brows at her.

When Fiwa introduced him self as Eric, Mistic piped in with a, "Who's Eri-" but she was both shushed by Fiwa and cut off by the librarian. She was getting frustrated by all these people who thought they has so much more control over her life... Ah, but she never had control over her life. Even a robot needs to be told to move its limbs.

When Fiwa was looking over at Mistic expectantly, she hesitated, not entirely sure if she wanted to stow away in his oh-so-fabulous private suite of grandeur. She'd really wanted to do karaoke at the arcade. She'd dominated that singing machine. Fiwa's offer sounded so much more elegant... and uncertain. Of course, she was still confident in her abilities, but looking Fiwa up and down, she wondered if he was the type to rig competitions. He probably was. And so was she. Maybe she had nothing to worry about?

She finally agreed to his invitation, to which the librarian sighed and said, "No public displays of affection." Mistic didn't understand what that meant, but she certain wasn't affectionate towards Fiwa. No, he was more of a rival to her. Fiwa had so much more fame and fortune and money than she did, but Mistic still viewed herself as his equal. His superior, even. She's quite a foolish girl...

After Fiwa left, Mistic retreated back to her post at the librarian's desk. It was then that she realized that the album she'd purchased before work that morning was, in fact, Fiwawou's most recent album. She tightened her fists, wanting to throw the CD out the window, but decided against it. No, she didn't dislike Fiwa that much. Instead, she took the album with her when lunchtime came around, and instead of eating a hearty meal during her break, she went to the arcade and sang Fiwawou songs to the karaoke machine. If she was going to beat Fiwa, it was going to be at his own game, to his own songs.

As 7 o' clock ticked near, Mistic leaned impatiently over the library desk, waiting for her escort. Her boss told her to get back to work, and that her obsession over this singing contest was silly. But, to Mistic, karaoke was just as serious a battle as war.

[Raichi]

Being nice is annoying enough when interacting with fans, but it was pure agony when interacting with enemies. How irritating! Where any normal girl would melt in his arms Mistic starts yelling and distancing. She was going to be a tough one to manipulate, or seen her robotic past.. reprogram. Though nothing was impossible for Fiwawou, he would do anything it takes to keep himself on top and eliminate possible threats. That's why he had concocted a plan..

He arrived at the library in a normal black car, still wearing the same outfit so nobody would recognise him. The only thing unusual about his arrival was the fact he had a chauffeur, though he would appear more of a shady person than a pop-star in disguise. He got out of the car and walked into the library, where Mistic awaited him anxiously. "Come, you can sit next to me in the car"
Once in the car she almost seemed to illuminate the inside with her bright colours. Fiwawou couldn't wait to get out of his disguise and overwhelm her outfit by his own impressive ones.

The car drove up to the neolodge, their destination being to the most top floor room. Fiwawou owned the lodge so his room was the largest and most luxurious, not to mention secret. After all it was just a normal lodge, nobody even knew it had a luxurious suite hidden away. They took a secret stairway to the suite, his bodyguard locking the door behind them upon entrance, usual precautions. Fiwa smirked watching Mistic's reaction and took of his coat. "Keep an eye on her, I'm going to change" he said to the bodyguard, who just nodded.

Within the blink of an eye he returned, changing outfits being a routine thing on stage. He wore a navy coloured pants with bright accessories, a yellow glow in the dark shirt with his name on it and a navy long-sleeved jacket that ended at his waist with illuminating green stripes on his sleeves and the borders. Cool black shades rested in his hair, his golden piercings back in his tail and ear, and his jewellery embracing his neck again. He could finally feel completely superior again.

He sat down with her on the large sofa and was in no hurry to start the contest, he was finally feeling completely relaxed and was actually looking forward to crushing her dream. "I assume you haven't eaten yet, and it's definitely dinner time. What are you hungry for? You can have anything you like" he clearly looked overly comfortable, leaning back with one leg stretched. "The contest will happen when I say so. And I say we're having dinner first. Of course, you're free to watch me eat if you're not hungry."

[Gamma]

When the car pulled up to the average little Neolodge Mistic was familiar with, she snorted to herself. Luxurious, private suite? Ha, this Neolodge had the most plain rooms in all of Neopia! Of course, she had to bite down into her lower lip the moment they made it to the suite on the topmost floor. Rich carpet, chandeliers... It dawned on her that never once in her past did she get to have a private suite like this. Her robotic body had always been locked secretly away with all the other stage props at the end of every concert. A cramp, metal box. That had been her bed. Now she glanced over at Fiwawou's four-poster bed, wondering if Misty had lived this sort of life.

As she admired her surroundings, she scarcely noticed that Fiwa had disappeared. But when he did return with his glamorous new outfit, Mistic visibly gawked at him. "So cool..." she mouthed before clamping her mouth shut with embarrassment. She looked down at her baby blue butterfly blouse and denim skirt. How plain she looked next to this glowing sun. She'd felt a lot more comfortable with Fiwa's dark disguise, but now that he actually looked... decent... her sense of superiority quaked like a house of cards.

Mistic twiddled her thumbs anxiously on the couch, so very intimidated by how lax Fiwawou looked. Of course, he could relax. She was in his territory, after all. Perhaps if the two had gone to the arcade instead, the tables would be turned right now.

She felt her stomach grumble at the mention of food, finally regretting not utilizing her lunch break properly. At first she wanted a burger, but feeling Fiwa's sharp eyes on her, she felt as though even her taste in food was being challenged. So, she ordered the fanciest meal she could possibly imagine: "Spaghetti with meatballs!" She hasn't eaten a lot of gourmet food...

Mistic continued to observe her surroundings, quite impressed by the scenery. She'd never been anywhere like this before. In fact the wealthiest place she'd ever set foot in was.. probably the library. "How long did it take you to get a place like this...?" She trailed off at the end, hoping he wouldn't hear the sense of wonder in her voice.

[Raichi]

That was more like it, as much as she wished to hide it she was starting to behave more like a commoner and less like a snooty pop-star. Of course she was nowhere near showing signs of fan-girlism. He actually preferred her in this neutral kind of state. The yelling and star complex was annoying and so were clingy fan-girls.

Spaghetti with meatballs? He grinned, of all the things she could imagine this was the one she picked. And of course she did, why would robots carry knowledge of food? And that was one of the foods the tabloids wrote about as Misty's favourite foods. He had to remind himself that he was practically dealing with a naive child, heck, perhaps he could even convince her that Sloth had an evil twin brother or that pteri's laid neggs. The question she asked only proved how little she knew of the world. "Not even a month, but I got famous at the speed of light. Now that I've been big for a while I've got at least one of these babies in every country" though he was bragging it didn't sound like it, he never spoke with much enthusiasm if it was simple chit-chat. Especially in interviews it made him appear even cooler.

He grabbed a remote and pressed a button, it caused a tinkling sound in the kitchen. Shortly after a Gelert chef cook entered the room and walked over to them. "What may it be today sir?" he sounded rather fancy with his accent.
Fiwawou already knew exactly what he wanted to have "Steak Surprise for the both of us, and Melowhirl Juice for the thirst, with a topping of Benyeroberries."
"Yes sir" The Chef said before departing. Fiwawou raised an eyebrow at Mistic. "You didn't actually think I was going to let you eat something dull in my suite right?" looking at her face he came to realize he didn't mind her brightness now that he was in his own territory, but the real underlying cause was because her looks no longer intimidated his own.

"He should return with our dinner within now and the next 40 minutes. In the meantime..." he had to think on this. Socialising was one of the things he disliked the most, but with guests over there was simply no way around it. "We can do anything really. Watch any movie, play any game, I don't really care so you can pick" of course the contest he was saving for after dinner. It wasn't that he didn't have a preference in activity, but his preferences were all done solo. And it didn't matter what they did in the mean-time, his mind was set on her threat to his career being eliminated by the end of the evening.

[Gamma]

Mistic dug her nails into her knees at the word "dull" because she was almost certain that spaghetti was the most gourmet of gourmet foods in the world. She didn't even know what Benyeroberries were... Was her taste in food actually... lacking?

She was growing impatient, because she'd come here to out-sing the singer, not lounge around and eat food that is apparently more refined than spaghetti. And 40 minutes!? What the heck was she supposed to do in 40 minutes?

Mistic jumped to her feet and glanced around. She tried to find something that was worth making fun of, but all the furniture and decorations were so glamorous and wonderful that the only thing worth making fun of was her. Of course, she'd disprove that by the end of the night, so it was nothing to fuss over. She lightly stepped towards a door that she assumed was the closet, threw it open, caught a glimpse of Fiwawou's wardrobe, and then shut the door and walked away as if nothing even happened (although Fiwa had seen all of it). I guess navy's in... Mistic thought to herself, taking a mental note on the star's taste in apparel.

She pranced over towards the bar (where she took a seat and spun around in the swivel stool for half a minute) and then caught sight of the pool and poker tables nearby. She wasn't very good at card games, but she recognized the poker table as being one of those that could be flipped over to have a ping pong table on the other side. "Are you good at this?" Mistic asked as she lifted up the top of the table and found the ping pong paddles within. She didn't want to admit that she'd never played ping pong before, but it looked simple enough, so she decided that she could probably impress Fiwa with how quickly she could pick up the skill. Presumably.

She took up one of the plastic balls, tossed it in the air, and whacked it so hard with the paddle that the ball flew into one of the many flat-screen TVs. Thankfully, it was just a plastic ball, so it didn't deal any damage to the expensive appliance.

[Raichi]

It was clear that her impulsive behaviour was a sign of uneasiness, but for Mistic to suggest playing a physical game like ping pong was a happy surprise to Fiwawou. Usually robots insisted on doing the things they know and are familiar with, but for her to be so in touch with her human side to attempt a variety of things she’s unacquainted with meant she could discover a hidden talent. Though his hopeful face turned grumpy when she nearly damaged one of his plasma tv’s.

“I am, but clearly you’re not” he got up and walked over to her to snatch the paddle from her hand. “Why don’t you go do something that doesn’t involve objects bouncing through my building” his snarly attitude evidently showed he had gotten a bit too comfortable around her. With any other person he would’ve acted nice for the sake of his reputation. Though a girl like Mistic would put even Fyora's patience to the test, being around her was like having to babysit, but instead of a cute toddler making a mess it was a strongly opinionated teenager.

He placed the paddles back where they belonged and spun the table around. Then he took a calming breath so he could approach her in a more friendly manner. “I have books you might be interested in. Yooyuball, Sewage surfing, Rink running, Kou jong, Cave gliding, and much more, all professional sports of the body and mind.” Perhaps he could get her interested in another challenging profession. If he got her passionate about something else he would never have to worry about her any more!

“I also have footage if you dislike reading, I take it visualizing sports you haven’t heard of isn’t half as exciting as reading about it”

Being excited about his own idea he gestured for her to follow him back to the couch, where he grabbed the remote and turned on the flat screen, opening up a menu with endless variety of choices. “here” he handed her the remote “pick anything you’d like to learn about”

[Gamma]

Perplexed by the Fiwawou's sudden request, Mistic took the remote and flipped through the seemingly endless list of Neopian activities. Some of them were familiar to her, like Gormball and Cheeseroller, but what in the name of Neopia was Cliffside Flag Tag? And Extreme Yooyuball? As if that sport wasn't already intense. Mistic clicked on a few of the more interesting sport names, watched the replays, and listened to the interviews. She was entertained for a good amount of time and finally set the remote down on the table after laughing at some sport called "Zorb Ball."

"Ordinary people like you seem to have so much fun." she said. Well, Fiwa probably didn't see himself as ordinary, and he certainly wasn't... but that was the only way Mistic could compare herself to him. He was ordinary, and she was...? "You can't tell a stopwatch to do math, a calculator won't give you definitions. People think computers are smart, but machines are actually pretty stupid. It would be nice to take up hobbies like the people on the TV, and I always tell myself I can try new things," She stretched lazily, as if the suite belonged to her. "...but it'll likely end in disaster. They programmed me to sing and dance, so I'm too dumb to do much else." She laughed. "I can't even dress myself. I have to read the magazines to know what to wear.

"The Faerie that made me Real said I would be like everyone else, but I don't think I am. I mean, sometimes, when I think, I just see a jumble of numbers: ones and zeroes. Someone told me it's called Binary..? I think it's funny that I still think like a machine at times. I think my brain hasn't realized that I'm Real now, so maybe that's why it won't let me learn new things? Computers don't learn... they teach without realizing it." She tapped her temple. "Ah, a friend of mine told me that. There's no way I could have thought of that on my own."

She realized that she'd unconsciously risen to her feet and had made her way towards a painting on the wall. She started to poke at it playfully. "But, if I was a regular person, I'd be a pop star, AND a painter, AND an actress, AND anything else that comes to mind. I could try... and I have... but it never works out."

She realized she was basically rambling by this point and glanced over at Fiwawou. "Hey, you're pretty good at playing dress-up! You should be a spy! Or a thief!" She smiled widely, because she honestly thought a thief was a career.

[Raichi]

Fiwawou raised an eyebrow at the insane suggestion. "You talk too much.." but before he could say anything else the smell of food entered their noses. The chef had arrived and served their dinner at the table. Fiwa gestured for Mistic to follow him to the table so they could dine together, the food looking and smelling delicious, inviting for them to dig in. When he sat down he thought about what the girl had been babbling on about, how she was different because she was a robot.

"I don't think you're stupid" he complimented her as he cut his steak. "You just need more time to adapt to being real, the longer you're a real aisha, the lesser you'll be a robot in your mind" he then ate the bite that was on his fork and looked at her for her response. The Steak Surprise was excellent, and the Melowhirl Juice especially refreshing. What she didn't know was the effect of the Benyeroberries to the juice. It made for a chemical compound that altered the state of mind until the juice was out of their system.

Fiwawou liked his Melowhirl with Benyeroberries on occasion, so he wasn't strongly affected by them. A girl like Mistic however would get into a relaxed trance or simply get over-emotional, either way would disrupt her karaoke performance significantly. Perhaps if she decided to eat the Benyeroberries she might not even remember whatever was going to happen that fateful evening, though that wasn't what Fiwa was going for. He took a sip of the drink and smiled contently, eating being one of the few things he enjoyed doing even with others.

"There's no reason for you to be so hard on yourself, you're cute, spirited, pretty, and I bet there's a lot more hidden deep inside. What you are now is only a small bit of who you are, and a major bit of what you were programmed to be. If I were you I'd go on a mission of self discovery, and how can you do that when you chase after your past? Don't you realize that by thinking only on becoming what you were programmed to be you can't possibly succeed at something else?"
Fiwa remained composed, but deep inside he felt victorious about his manipulative words. He continued eating, letting his words sink in to her brain. To add on to his compassionate act he even moved his hand onto hers, to hold it for a little while before releasing it again.

"Oh, and the berries in our juice are not for eating, they have pure decorative purpose" he casually added to the conversation. Not only was he a fantastic liar, Mistic was incredibly naive. He savoured the taste of his meal but at the same time was anxious for them to be done dinning, curious to see how his plan would proceed.