Welcome to Gaia! ::

The human-like robot came skipping down the road, with a smile across her face. Her black gauntlets sparkled with amazing colors, with a small bar that read "brain activity." Of course, her activity was quite high. She knocked on the castle door and straightened her yellow bow and hair barrettes. She tied her yellow belt and swung on her feet, waiting for a response. Her blonde hair slowly waved with the beat of the wind, shimmering in the dim sunlight. "What a beautiful place." She said in a robotic voice, seeming to be in a Japanese accent. She looked quite realistic. As if she was a human, yet inside of her small machines worked to keep the Vocaloid running. Rin began to hum to herself, giving herself a nice idea of a melody. Her voice was now soft, sweet, almost entrancing. She stopped humming for a moment and listened.

In the armchair, the Genie curled with a slight purr, slightly dazed blanketed in the soft firelight, but the sounds of people (though she knew deep in her heart it probably wasnt people) awoke the Genie from her mental high. She sat up and looked around, watching closely as the sliver of light in the room was ultimately disturbed, and she giggled "I have Guests"

She closed her eyes, and felt the small tingle in her toes as they became lighter than air and creeped up her body, turning the purple clad Genie into nothing but soft glittering lavendar smoke.

From there it dispersed, inconspicuously ekking its way through the cracks under the door to lightly coat peices of the wall, hiding so she can take a good look at what was coming over people to visit. So far there was ome people, but not enough people yet to reveal herself. The smoke billowed along the wall further to investigate.

In the essence of her, the curious Genie tilted her head as her robotic mind analyzed the linguistics. The girl was giving her a Japanese accent. She checked her memory banks, amongst the languages the Genie robot knew, that was definitely one of them; so as the girl looked around the Genie began to access all Japanese knowlege and analyzed her deeper. The girl looked young, probably her creator made her that way.

I Will Deal with this Genie

Something jolted inside the Genie and she cried out, her eyes consisting of zeroes and ones

The Genie emulation has been deemed inefficient to handle a situation as such, activating Goddess emulation

The mist that now covered the castle floor gave a cautious tremble, and swirled around the young robot with flowing reds and purples, glittering with the presence of the new form. From inside it, a voice, smooth, alluring and motherly whispered in her delicate ears

"What brings you to my home little one?"

The Goddess arose from the mist in her truest form. Long raven hair flowing down to her shoulders, her beautiful almond colored eyes giving a red tint of power, complimenting the full red lips and deeply tanned complexion. Her garb was that of a typical goddess, the dress complimenting her full curves and even fuller breasts, flowing down her long legs. The dress itself, including arm shawls, was blended white and purple.

She towered, this goddess, and looked down to greet the Robot, waiting for her answer with a sweet smiling face

She chuckled softly at the young girl, who seemed slightly intimidated by her presence, "Doshitano?" She asked the young girl softly, sliding the invitation from her hands and holding it up to the light, it was hers allright, she could recognize the exquisite curvy cursive that took Genie centuries to perfect, and her very mystical calligraphy. The Goddess had whispered suggestions to Genie about some of these pictures, and the emphasis on some words, and judging by the girls appearence her work had been deemed effective. Their invitations had been crafted solely to entrance, and attract, her allure had worked.

She smiled as the girl sniffed the air "it smells of your favourite scents, yes. There is no definite smell because it can be anything" She brushed a lock of hair from the girls eyes with her long smooth fingers as the whisps of smoke danced around her hands, appearing to give the goddesses hands hints of lavendar lace.

(its ok dear)

"It Means "are you okay"" the Goddess pet the young girls head, "Forgive me, your appearence gave the impression you spoke the language little one, forgive me" she stroked her hair gently and handed her back the note, allowing the calligraphy to glitter. "do you like the invitations little one?"

The cursive began to spin and dance itself, and became on the page a merge into a spiral, the Goddess put a hand on the girls head and tilted her head forward "Just gaze into the pretty spiral my dear, relax, and take it all in"

The lips of the Goddess curled into a catty successful grin as the little robots jaw dropped and she became completely relaxed, falling into an almost cliche trance-like state. The little girl was frozen in her own mind, and a slave to her own senses.

With a soft chuckle, the lace of smoke curled off of the hand of The Goddess, and lifted to lightly brush underneath the girls chin, like an alluring figure "follow me little one, to someplace safe." She grinned and began to fade back into the darkness, the beckoning finger filling the Robots vision as it commanded her to follow