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Wiki Wednesday #206 - Alika Nikomi
Alika is a twenty year old Czech woman who likes knitting and marshmallows.
Who Is Nikomi Alika?
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I… oh, right. I'm the fictional Ouura.
Madia never clarifying who the mother who loved me was led me to a very large mistake. It was one of the times that my mother was on Madia Luna without being glued to Madia's hip. I wanted to just be told by my mother that she loved me.
I found her in a hotel room that she was touring to see if it would be acceptable for our people. I tried to address her in our language.
"Mother, I wanted to –"
She laid into me. I didn't understand her. She spoke too quickly and used words I had never heard. I picked up phrases like 'hit your head' and 'dumb toddler'. I pulled out my click box and asked if she loved me.
She froze in place. She looked down at me. I had never seen anything as terrifying as her enraged face. But soon, it gave way to incredulous laughter. She snatched my click box from my hand so that I could understand her. How could she love me? I was worthless. I gave her no social standing and took up space. She had already used my connection to Madia to fully dissolve the covenant of childcare that my father had broken. I stood still as the clicks and pops became nonsense in my head. She threw the click box at my head. I was too broken to even move, so it smacked me in the forehead and left a bruise. That shook me enough to bend down to grab my click box and leave. I walked slowly to try and stay in that fog.
When I opened the door to Madia's house, I expected her to be there to hold me and tell me I was loved. But she was away. I tried to hold it together, but I was on the verge of tears. Suddenly, I noticed movement.
For the first time, I saw Minha's father stand up from his chair. I stood still, confused.
He asked me to come with him. He called me 'vowel girl' because there was no use transliterating such different languages. I had a name for school, but it didn't feel real. Somehow, 'vowel girl' felt like it was actually me.
He hailed a taxi. I was confused because everywhere I could think of going was within walking distance. He was quiet as I watched the city give way to the countryside out of the window. Then, buildings began popping up again. They were run down and poorly constructed. Nothing like the polished yet quaint city.
He led me out of the car and into a small shack that looked like a stiff breeze could knock it over. The shack was just the entrance to a stairwell. At the bottom, there was a restaurant. Minha's father started speaking with the people there, but I couldn't understand them. I could pick out some words, but it was mostly nonsense. We were led to a table in the corner. We sat down.
"I'm an immigrant too, though not as much as you." I just stared in shock as he spoke. I had heard him give one word answers, but never a full sentence. I realized that he did have an accent that was just a little hard to understand. He continued on. "I'm from the North. It's very different there. But, there are a lot of us here."
A waitress came by and placed plates on our table. I didn't recognize any of the food. Some of it looked inedible, but I followed his lead and ate what he ate from the small bowls. It was unpleasant, but I tried to not show it on my face. (Luckily, how could you read my old face easily?)
"I know what it feels like." He paused to eat a small grey thing. "Wanting to be loved."
How Is Alika Nikomi's bank?
Mae is upset with me because she wants to do her whole dog and pony show of advanced tuning, but no. She made this mess of being very behind, and I must fix it by not taking such time.
Alika has a one pitch, romaji encoded CV bank. The voice is nice. It is clear, feminine and youthful, one might even say cute.
Where Can I download Alika Nikomi?
The download link is on the Fandom page. She is nice.
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