Tokyo

There was a dark room in which the lights suddenly went on. "Good morning, Miss Katsumoto." A digital voice said. Misaki woke up or rather came out of a standby mode as she was a rather more modified cyborg. She got up and looked in the mirror and noticed a tear in her skin. "Great. I guess I will have to fix this." She said and went into a separate room. Out came a metallic Misaki carrying a rug of fake skin in one hand and her pyjamas in another. She threw the artificial skin into a box and the clothes into the hamper. She then stood on a round base and a digital voice said: "Polishing commencing." Two metallic arms came down and gripped Misakis head, then pulling it off and disappearing with it into a hole in the ceiling. Meanwhile the body was being polished. After a minute it had a chromy shine and the mechanical arms came back with the head in an equal shine, then reattaching the head. A tube wall came down and through the crack between the base and the tube wall, a pulsing light was to be seen. When the tube wall went back up, Misaki had skin again.

Misaki then went to her closet and got dressed. When done she wore a short skirt, with white thighhighs, a white t-shirt with a short-sleeved pink-ish zip up hoodie and a black choker. She then headed over to work at the corporation she had been to for the past eight years. It was the start of the new vocaloids and she couldn't wait to get started with them.

Shizune bounced to the beat of her music as she fought several simulations she had uploaded into her system, each large pulse of music causing her bass implants to reverberate around her and amplify the damage from her blows, the simulated assailants that took enough damage dissipating, while the weakened ones collapsed and eventually followed suit as the bass destroyed them, until she was once again the only one in her room. She smiled, huffed out her relief that her warmup was done, switched to another song, and set the program for 25 units, all on hard. This song was much a much faster dubstep song, and it reflected itself in the speed of her attacks, where each blow the opponents threw was matched by ten from Shizune. As she cleared out the room once again, punctuating one rather large drop with a curb-stomp, she began sweating, and revered it. She viewed sweat as a sign that things were going great, be it in a rave or in a fight, and always tried to make sure she had worked up a sweat by the end of her performances of any type. As the final beat of the song marked her finishing move, a frontflipping axe kick, she turned off the simulation, switched to a trance song, and went to take a shower and clean herself up.

This was her first time going out of the states. Her home land, it was something new to hear that made her want to cry because she would miss all of her fans, friends and loved ones but she was also joyful to get a new place to go to, new fans to make and meet and also a few group she maybe joining up with when she landed into Tokyo. She didn't really know what she was going to happen but all she knew is what her producer told her. "You will be the first of a new generation", all she could think was the cybernetics she had replaced in her as a test realm for new DJ equipment but to her it was to give her fans more of a show and to give them, their moneys worth to see her. It wasn't long into the flight that she did dove of and was woken by the flight attendants that they are landing soon. As she woke up her hair's color turned from black to a navy blue to match her outfit. The people around her didn't see it but one small child whom looked at her as if he just saw a ghost. She looked over at him and gave in a smile and asked him, "What is your favorite color?" . The small boy look up at her shyly and spoke quietly, "g-g-green". She then nodded and in a flash her hair turned to that color. The boy looked at her again in amazement, the flight attendant then took the phone off the wall and called out to everyone. "Hello there everyone! We will be landing soon to please if you can, we have about 10 minutes, make sure everyone is packed up and put away in a secure place and buckle up as we land encase we hit turbulence" . It felt like it was only a minute to her the plans wheels hit the ground and the plan came to slow stop on the runway.



As she came into the terminal she grabbed her bag and went into the waiting area for her bags and left to go outside where she called a taxi to driver her to the address she was given. She arrived there and the building looked normal to her. She had the Taxi driver drop her off at the door as she knocked on the door so see if anyone would answer.

Misaki got to her office in the corporations headquarters. She was just reading e-mails when one of the researchers broke into her office. "M..miss Katsumoto! The v..vocaloids are gone! Those which ran amok are gone!" He stuttered. Misaki let out a sigh and stood up. "I will hire a group to find where they had went. Were the surveillance cameras at least able to pic up the theif?" Misaki said. The researcher then shook his head and said: "Well no. The cameras were hacked. Whoever did this must have been an expert with electronics. It could have been even our own people." "Go for now. I will get investigations started!" Misaki said. The researcher then left.

Misaki then called the head of security. On the phone, Misaki said in a cutesy voice that probably made the head of security blush: "Harudo-kun, the 1st generation vocaloids were stolen. Can you lead investigations to reacquire them. The perpetrator might be an employee of the corporation."

She then headed down to the lobby area to wait for the new generation of vocaloids.

(OOC: super-6-1 where are you from? Because there are a couple mistakes in what you had written for example context wise it is "incase" and not "encase". To encase is to put something in a box. Also you do not fly a "plan", you fly a "plane".)