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[dreamingclockwork]

“Huh..?” The puppet speaks? Carefully opening his one visible eye, he came to realize that he indeed came face to face with one of Madam Herta’s. The crew had told him of her usage of puppets around the station. Phew, so it wasn’t a monster.. …wait. One of madam Hertas?!

“G-Gosh, I’m so sorry Miss Herta…!” His voice slightly panicked, he bowed to the puppet in front of him. Oh no, he really mucked it up now… not only did he mistake someone for a monster, but it was the owner of the very space station! Nice going… “Um, my name is Misha. I-I’ve been accompanying the Astral Express and, um, I’ve been asked to help round up the Wubbaboos.. S-Sorry for troubling you…”

He blushed furiously at the embarrassment, and felt extremely awkward about it as well. He hoped that by explaining the situation it would lessen the tension in his chest, but if anything it only got worse as he talked to her.

I have no heart and I must cry

(Misha + Herta)

#(companion quest: Herta) #spacesealing #thread: i have no heart and i must cry #GH mission board

[dreamingclockwork]

(Warning: This thread contains spoilers for the Trailblaze Mission 2.2)

“Tick-Tock Misha, it’s time to wake up!”

A cheerful, familiar voice rang out to the boy. Clockie…? As his eyes fluttered open, his head turned sideways to see- nothing? But where is… oh. That’s right. He’s no longer within Penacony’s Dreamscape, so Clockie was no longer with him. The voice came from his phone’s alarm, a simple app that allowed Clockie’s voice to wake you up.

Being used to the little mascot’s presence by his side, it was a little lonely to no longer have him around. He couldn’t say he didn’t miss the little guy. But, then again.. he managed to cross over from the dreamscape to reality, didn’t he? So.. maybe Clockie could do the same? Where would he even start with figuring this out, though? He didn’t even know how he made the jump, let alone get someone else to do so. But still, he couldn’t deny the flutter in his heart at the idea of getting to go on real adventures with Clockie.. maybe he could even take Sleepie with him too!

Oh! Didn’t the Astral Express have an expansive data base? Maybe there he could find a few ideas on where to start.. they’ve traveled across countless galaxies, surely they would have at least a hint on how to solve this conundrum? It wouldn’t hurt to look, in any case. So with a bit of haste he got himself presentable and ready for the day (with only one spill this time, a welcome change).

The Astral Express kept being impressive, no matter how many times he got to see it in all its majesty. Standing before it the way he did now- it was like a dream come true. Wait, focus Misha, focus! That wasn’t what he was here for now, he had a mission in mind!

“E-Excuse me…?” He timidly stepped into the parlor car, looking around for anyone present. The crew seemed to be absent, the room being completely silent. “Oh… umm…” what was he supposed to do now? He didn’t expect it to be completely empty, but it didn’t feel right going off on his own without permission either….

@syllogisticus

Do Memes dream of Clockwork Sheep?

(Dr. Ratio + Misha)

#(companion quest: Dr. Ratio) #(ic: I-I’ll do my best!) #thread: do memes dream of clockwork sheep?

[dreamingclockwork]

@spacesealing

Herta Space station, one of the very first places Misha ever got to visit outside of Penacony. Though he did not intend for it to be his first destination, a request for help in rounding up little spirits called Wubbaboos had him end up here, though he didn’t mind it. After all, to be an adventurer is to be open to visiting all kinds of places, even those that weren’t in the plan, right? That’s how Trailblazers do things!

And so, the young bellboy was wandering about the space station, listening for the sounds of little ghosts. The top floors were a bust, all the Wubbaboos having already been rounded up. He was about to enter the elevator to head to a lower floor and already pressed the button to go down. It was then that one of the workers called out to him. “Ah, be careful! The lights on the lower floors have been defective for a while so it might a bit darker down there…”

When the bell rang to signal his arrival on the lower floor and the doors opened, Misha could see for himself what the worker meant. The only light came from the dim emergency lights running through the floor as well as the light coming from the stars outside (which wasn’t much).

“Wooo… wooo…”

Oh of course there had to be a Wubbaboo here, where it’s dark and scary. Yet the creature sounded a little bit like… it was crying? “O-Okay Misha, you can do this..! A-Adventurers are brave and so are you…!” Trying to give himself a little pep talk, he stepped out of the elevator, leaving the safety of the little light that came off from it.

“C-Come on, little Wubbaboo…! Where are you…?” He lit up his phone’s flashlight, using it to look around. Lots of crates scattered about, as well as discarded boxes… geez, what’s with this place? Moving his light from right to left, for the split second it reflected on something that shined. “Huh..?” Shining his light again on that part, he saw a.. a… a puppet face….?!?!?!

“WAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!” He let out a shriek from both surprise and fright.

I have no heart and I must cry

(Misha + Herta)

#(Companion Quest: Herta) #spacesealing #(IC: I-I’ll do my best!) #thread: I have no heart and I must cry #GH Mission Board

[dreamingclockwork]

Wanted Plots!

Hi friends! Queen here looking for the following plots with my darling boy:

Wubbaboo Herding: I’m sure Misha’s had experience with chasing unruly creatures around in the hotel before, so finding Wubbaboo shouldn’t be that difficult! ….right? (taken by Herta!)

Driving Lessons: As a resident of Penacony who knows the land well I’m thinking it might be funny to have him act as an instructor rather than the one taking the class. It’s only a question though if the other party will take him seriously considering he’s so small..

If you want to send in an ask to say hi to Misha my ask box is open to all!! And if you want a thread feel free to message me through discord or on tumblr, either for one of my wanted prompts or if you have any other plot ideas! ❤️

[dreamingclockwork]

Dreaming Clockwork

Misha from Honkai Star Rail. Darling Muse of Queen (She/Her)

Links: Dossier / Talents / Interview / Affiliation

Portrayal notes below: (Spoilers for trailblaze quest up till 2.2)

Misha is the Memetic entity born from Mikhail's dream bubble, somehow having crossed over into reality. As such, while he's aware of his true nature as a fragment of Mikhail's childhood, he does not know everything Mikhail does, being a separate entity with his own thoughts, feelings and memories.

Related to this, Misha is not the watchmaker, and doesn't consider himself to be him. He is developing his own identity as Misha. For this reason his origin isn't something he likes to bring up, as he wants to grow and be an adventurer of his own merits, rather than being a shadow forever.

Due to having been invisible to the majority of Penacony, he might know some of the people there, but the only people familiar with him should be Gallagher and the people of the Astral Express (with Caelus/Stelle, Himeko and March 7th likely being the only people that knew of his origin) As this involves other muses though, I am 100% open to discuss this matter should this conflict with any of your headcanons.

#(ooc: out of the dream) #pinned post

[dreamingclockwork]

Interview

(Spoilers for the Trailblaze quest from 2.2)

Dreams. Incorporeal as they are, they are built from humanity’s hopes, desires and fears.. In Penacony, the land of dreams, the impossible becomes possible. Nonexistence becomes existence, spawning manifestations of the subconsciousness. Those born from thoughts and memories are what people have dubbed “memetic entities”. Mikhail Char Legwork. The Watchmaker. Father of Penacony. He is all of them. He is none of them. He is a memory. He is a fragment of hope. He exists. He does not exist. His journey has ended. His journey has not yet begun. Who.. and what is he? What was meant for him? Was he truly meant to be nothing more than a figment of a memory? A tool to guide the nameless, only to then vanish into the depths? Was he truly satisfied with that? His time as simply “Misha” may have been short, but it meant everything to him. Getting to be a bellboy, listening to the stories of all who passed him by. Being inspired by tales of adventure, dreaming that one day he could go on his own journey across the stars.. But, because of the nature of his existence.. Was that dream impossible? He knew he wanted more out of his short existence. The watchmaker’s journey has already happened. Yet the journey of the innocent spirit he left behind had not. His fate was perhaps a cruel one, as the moment he was born within the dream bubble, his destiny was simply to fade away alongside the world that he called his home. What if though..? What if rather than oblivion, by some miracle, or perhaps the grace of a higher being, the dream was allowed to find existence? Allowed to find his own identity? Allowed to live the life he wanted? Allowed to go on the adventure he always wanted? What if the boy that was born from dreams was allowed to dream, himself? “H-Hello! My name is Misha! Um, if it’s not too much trouble.. Please let me journey with you! ..For at least a little while!” Doing a little curtsy in front of the Astral Express and its crew was a young looking boy, with pale blue hair and curious violet eyes. Though his stature was small, his voice light and a little weak, an adventurous spirit burned brightly within his core. Doubt crossed one of the crewmember’s expressions, however. The boy looked like such a fragile, young little thing..  “Are you sure you’ll be alright, Kid? I mean, journeying like this is serious business, you need to be strong. and you look rather, well…” the man trailed off. While he didn’t want to crush the boy’s spirit, he was worried he could get hurt, or worse.

“Well.. It’s true I'm not the strongest..” That wasn’t a lie or his way of downplaying his skills, it was just a fact that physical strength never was his forte. He was destructive maybe, but that was purely because he was kind of clumsy.. Not the best record for him to have perhaps, but strength (or the lack thereof) wasn’t all he had in store! “But I have other skills I could offer.. Maybe? I-I’m good with machinery, and I’ll make sure everything stays tip top clean!” He was once a bellboy, after all. Keeping the hotel spotless was his job, as was taking care of the appliances. The idea of simply replacing parts was a little sad to him, so If he could he’d always prefer repairing over replacing. “Please.. It’s always been my dream to travel amongst the stars, and to see the vast universe. I.. I won’t get in your way, I promise!”

He always wanted, for as long as he could remember, to go on adventures as a trailblazer. A part of him wondered too if, maybe, this is how he could carve a legacy of his own. Mikhail might be remembered, as both a nameless as well as the father of Penacony, but he had long since passed. Misha, however? The boy that stood on the plush carpet of Penacony’s space port, here in the real world? He was.. Nothing, really. All his adventures took place in the depths of his mind, known to nobody but himself, Clockie and Miss Mirror. As is, he wouldn’t be remembered by anyone, having been a dead man’s shadow. But that would change. He would become known for his own, real adventures. As Misha, a dream who’s wish carried him into reality.

“Well.. okay, sure. But I want you to be very careful, okay? This isn’t a vacation. Pack your things then, We’ll leave soon.” The crewmember spoke after a moment of deliberation. Delight sparkled in Misha’s expression, forming a bright and grateful smile. “T-Thank you so much..! I promise I’ll be careful!” And he thankfully already packed his bags. They were right.. Huh? As he turned around, the suitcase he had packed up was suddenly gone! Where did it go..? Looking ahead, he saw his suitcase had been mistaken for a guests’ and was carried off into a Trolley! “Oh no, my suitcase! W-Waaait…!” He shouted after the attendant that was currently rolling his belongings away. Running after it, he tragically was unable to see a bag that was on the ground in front of him. His foot caught on it, and he fell to the floor with a painful thud. “Owww….” If he ever wasn’t sure about his existence, the pain he was feeling in his knee certainly would remind him with every spill...

#(OOC: Out of the Dream) #(Spoilers: P-Please be careful!)