Melty Blood Rojuira Doumei's Late Night Transmissions

Late Night Live Broadcasts done by the Backalley cast on niconico douga.

Translated by Heavens-feel.com

## **Part 1**

Satsuki: Umm. . . is this okay? Sion, how are things on your end?

Sion: No problems to report. The equipment is functioning properly.

Satsuki: Where is it? Oh, nice! I can see myself in it! Look! Look!

Sion: Of course. I am the one operating it. I, the alchemist from Atlas, am on a different level from certain people in the Clock Tower.

The quality of this will be so great you'll never think it was a live broadcast.

Satsuki: But it's still impressive. A computer we found on the street can access the internet in Rojiura. We live in interesting times.

Back when I used a Dreamcast to access the internet, I didn't much care for it.

Sion: Try to avoid making references to that era. You may cause a problem, and keeping the timeline accurate is a lot of work.

And then there's the remake. . .

Satsuki: Whoops. When I looked at an old anime, someone didn't even have a keitai, and I realized how incompatible it was with us. How troubling.

Sion: I don't quite understand your example, but I think it works for this situation.

Satsuki: Hmm. Is it okay for me to begin now? And it's a live broadcast to niconico douga?

Sion: Correct. But we already started some time ago. The camera's active.

Satsuki: Waaaaaah! You're already streaming this!? What should I do? My heart's not ready.

Sion: Calm yourself. It's all right, Satsuki. It's Oh dark 200. I very much doubt that anyone is watching.

Satsuki: Oh, is that it? This is the perfect time for us, but yeah, I can see how it might not be for other people. Normal people are sleeping about now.

Now I've completely become a night owl. (sad laughter)

Sion: Well, we're vampires. We can't do anything about it. The only being like us that can fritter around in the sun is the True Ancestor.

Satsuki: The True Ancestor is amazing. (realizes something) Oh, if Ciel-sempai sees our broadcast, won't it be dangerous for us!?

Sion: You don't have to worry about that. We have an understanding with Miss Ciel.

She deals with problems as they happen. Even if she does patrols of the city, she won't patrol it on the net. That would cost extra.

Satsuki: Oh. All right. I guess that makes me feel better. Even so, I feel a little uneasy.

To put it into words . . . I mean, I'm just me.

Sion: I don't understand, Satsuki.

Satsuki: Well, uh . . . It's nothing. Nothing. I didn't say anything.

I'll get told off for doing a bad job. A weird character like me isn't funny. What was that about a remake?

Sion: I don't understand, but that seems about right.

In any case, since we've begun the live broadcast, what shall we do?

Satsuki: You're asking me? Sion, didn't you plan for this? Yesterday, you said that your calculations were fine and that we should leave the niconico live broadcast to you.

Sion: What? I meant that I could prepare the equipment for the broadcast.

Satsuki: Oh. That's what you meant. Oh no, what am I gonna do? I haven't planned anything for this.

Sion: How can this be? It really is exactly according to my calculations. Satsuki, here in my field of vision, said she has no plan.

Satsuki: Wait, didn't you say this was according to your calculations?

Sion: Whoops. That was outside my calculations. Really. But setting that aside, Satsuki, as the person on screen, this is your time to shine.

Satsuki: I'm stuck as the host . . . I've got it! Ries-san! Let's have Ries-san put on some kind of performance for us! Like a live performance! Wouldn't that be good?

Sion: Satsuki, Ries is busy procuring the funds necessary to support Rojiura Domei.

She's been working since last week in the Hokuriku region. Right about now she's probably getting back from work.

Satsuki: Oh, is that how it is? Wait, Hokuriku? That's really far away. Although I don't really know much about the area outside of Misaki. Oh yeah! Ries-san!

Are you watching? (silence) There's no way she'd be watching. He he he.

Riesbyfe: [text] I'm watching! Go for it, Satsuki!

Satsuki: Now that I look at this, there are comments! Even though it's this late, there are quite a few people watching!

Sion: Rojiura Doumei (Back Alley Alliance) has cleared one step towards our adaptation into anime!

Satsuki: Did we really get one step closer?

Sion: I won't let you say you forgot about the spotlight of Toshihiko, Yokohama.

On that day, on that moment, we were were shining (I think).

Riesbyfe: [text] We were shining! All of us!

Satsuki: Well, I guess so. But in the end, it didn't change the fact that we ended up living Rojiura lyfe, yo.

Sion: Let's work harder, Satsuki. If this live broadcast is a success, even the Rojiura Doumei might find a new road opening for it.

Satsuki: About that - if Rojiura Doumei grows, it'll cause a very complex feeling in us.

Something that's hard to describe, you know. Whoops! Now that I think about it, all we've been doing is rambling! We'll be in trouble if we don't do something!

Sion: Let's go with a standard. You can show off your house.

Satsuki: That could work! This is the pride of the Rojiura Doumei, the amazing Cardboard House! . . . This is not working. Shall we stop?

Sion: Yes, we should. After seeing what provides shelter to the Rojiura Doumei, the local government might decide to protest. Kirishima Takeru, in Melty Blood X volumes 1 and 2, introduced many unusual things that caused us trouble.

MBX - may it be like those!

Satsuki: Are you used to this?

Sion: Public relations and sharing data are standard features of the information age.

Satsuki: Oh, I see. Uh . . . first of all, what does one do in a live stream on niconico?

Sion: Document the work done so far with the emperor's seal? Or rather, a creepy live broadcast, like the one at akanamu channel (that was what I checked earlier).

Although that one turned out to be a bunch of people hanging around. If it were up to us, we'd do a better job.

Satsuki: So important people like the Roman emperor are on niconico live?

Sion: The Roman Empire has already been destroyed. No matter how you think about it, it's an exaggeration.  I was pulling a prank on you.

If I try to troll someone from Atlas City, that person will rub dust off himself and cough.

Satsuki: Okay . . . Wait, this is no good. If I drop my guard, we'll just end up wasting time!

Sion: It is a live broadcast. And it's not like we've prepared any scenario for it.

Satsuki: What should I do? Oh okay, I'll see if there's another thing being broadcast right now and use it as a reference.

Sion: I understand and will assist.

Satsuki: So what are you looking at? 'Try to Sing'? A show where I sing? I guess

those things exist too. But maybe that would be embarrassing.

Riesbyfe: I want to hear you! Satsuki! Sing for us!

Sion: People doing liveplays of videogames are also popular. Our Kinoko's been sinking a lot of time into Dark Souls.

Satsuki: We don't have any consoles here.

Riesbyfe: [text] Okay, when I get back, I'll get you one. For now, you gotta wait!

Sion: It seems like some strange comments are coming in.

Riesbyfe: [text] No, there aren't!

Satsuki: Oh, this is bad. Don't we have anything?

Sion: Nothing to be done. Don't worry, Satsuki. I thought this might happen. So for today's broadcast, I got a guest to appear on our show.

Satsuki: Oh, really? Awesome. It's nice that we have someone kind enough to appear on our stream. This is kinda surprising. Oh, and let me apologize - this broadcast is the Rojiura Radio - and though we come on at a weird time - okay,

Rojiura Radio now begins!

Riesbyfe: [text] Naming it Rojiura Radio, how awesomely done, Satsuki!

Sion: There are still some weird comments coming in. It's like a jinx. We'll pay them no mind. After all, right now there's no way that Riesbyfe, who is supposed to be working, is currently slacking off and commenting on nico.

Riesbyfe: [text] Of course not. That isn't possible.

Satsuki: Is the guest already here?

Sion: Yes, naturally. And now it's time for me to introduce our special guest.

Our part-time worker in the Rojiura Doumei: White Len-san!

Satsuki: Oh, it's been a long time, White Len-san. We appreciate your coming here as our guest.

Satsuki: Uh-oh.

Sion: What's wrong?

Satsuki: Uh, Sion . . .

Sion: Yes?

Satsuki: This is Black Len!

Sion: Uh! Oh, yes. She has different-colored hair. Wasn't her hair changing part of the setting?

Satsuki: Oh, her hair color changes? Well, that doesn't- oh, her hair grows on its own.

Wait, that doesn't matter. And for the radio, this is a meaningless guest.

Riesbyfe: For many reasons, this one is hopeless.

Satsuki: My bad. You took the time to come here, and though it might be meaningless, if we can't hear your voice . . . Wow, it's dark over here.

Sion: It's a live broadcast, and it does fit the look of what we're making. It can't be helped that Rojiura grows above the darkness, living in the shadow.

We can say that they are unseen.

Satsuki: You said you were hungry and wanted a can of cat food? What should we do, Sion? Should we go to the convenience store?

Sion: It seems we have no choice. Let's get some. It's night, and if we pretend to be human, we should have no problems.

Satsuki: Well, I am trying to act like a human. Well Len-san, can we count on you?

Sion: We'll rely on you for a while, Len-san.

Len: [sign] The next broadcast will begin at nightfall and end at dawn.

Riesbyfe: Wait, is that the end?

## **Part 2**

Satsuki: (mumbles, smacking sounds)

Sion: Good morning, everyone. Rojiura Doumei's honorable second in command, Sion reporting.

Satsuki: (grumbling) Oh. What?

Sion: This time I wanted to report from the early morning. I mean that from the perspective of a vampire. For us, when the sun sets, it's morning.

Satsuki: (mumbling, soft breathing)

Sion: So with that out of the way, in our line of business this would be about 1 AM!

Satsuki: (mumbling)

Sion: Since we're doing a live broadcast, we're showing you a live broadcast of Satsuki sleeping. That's our aim for this one. What do you think, everyone?

Riesbyfe: [text] Nice. Satsuki's sleeping face is really good.

Sion: Judging by the comment, it's not working out really well or really badly.  I want to keep going.

Satsuki: (eyes open) What? You call me?

Sion: No, I didn't call you. It's too early in the morning. It's too early for the remake. Take it easy, Satsuki.

Satsuki: Oh, is that how it is? I'm gonna go back to sleep.

Sion: That was dangerous! Satsuki is a simple, honest heroine. Her manner and mood right now help with that image.

Anyway, today, to help us understand what it is that you want, comments would be helpful. How about it?

Troll: [text] What color panties is she wearing?

Sion: A lame and useless comment came onscreen. I'm going to ignore it.

Who was that, anyway? Dang it. Police officer, the comment writer is over there. Oh, and they were white, by the way.

Troll:[text] Good job, Sion!

Sion: I'll take that as a compliment. I feel honored. But I'd rather not make that kind of show. I suggest you withdraw those sorts of requests.

Troll: [text] Boooo! Booo! Damn Atlasian hikki!

Sion: Comments from people with no common sense will be buried. Please understand this.

Troll: [text] Really? Good for nothing Atlasian.

Sion: Yes. I reported you to a mod. And I'll check out your IP and location. Let's see.

You're writing in from something like an internet cafe. Even if you log out now, it's too late. Drown in despair.

Troll: [text] Oh wow, I'm so scared lol You can't do anything lol

Sion: Moving on. We'll continue observing Satsuki's sleeping face.

Satsuki: Oh. That's kinda  . . . (laughs)

Sion: She's sleep-talking.

Satsuki: Oh. I got a role in this year's April Fool? Nasu-san is very busy with Dark Souls. He's being corned by the three golems. Later, Yumizuka-san (mumbles)

Sion: How realistic.

Satsuki: Satsuki was the only one who didn't have enough in the game!? (laughs)

If that's how it's going to be (laughs)

Sion: The next role is going to be in Rome. This will be treated as an omake.

That way of laughing is tiresome, like an OL's. You're supposed to be a high school girl.

Satsuki: High school . . . high school . . . how nostalgic.

Sion: Hmm?

Satsuki: Graduate. The campus. Simple love. (laughs, mumbles)

Sion: (sad) Satsuki, it seems you're having a good dream. Although you don't have a cute way of laughing.

Troll: Satsuki! It's me. Go out with meeeeeee!

Sion: Since we're all here, let's see what things she always carries with her.

Troll: I've been waiting for this!

Sion: As far as stuff . . . cardboard boxes. That's about it. Hasn't changed much.

A couple changes of clothes. What does she do for laundry? On clear evenings, she does her laundry with water from the park.

Japan's water is clean, so that's a help.

Troll: Doing laundry at the park . . . lol

Sion: There are also blood packs. I got those from certain connections known by the Tohnos. Freshly squeezed, with an Akiha seal, or something.

In a package from a certain servant. That'll help her with hunger.

Satsuki: Fool! That's . . . (chortles)

Sion: I take my eyes off of her, and it looks like she goes into a good place in her dream.

Let's continue. In addition to all those other things, she has a notebook. "Rojiura Doumei Comic Play"?

Oh, what is this? I thought we could never get over that, but she has a plan. She even has been making notes on it with a red pen.

Troll: What was that!?

Sion: I'm so moved. Satsuki, you're always thinking about the success of the Rojiura Doumei. In fact, I think I might cry a little bit.

Troll: Cry! Satsuki, marry me!

Satsuki: (laughs, mumbles) Introduction . . . me too . . . a heroine. (laughs)

Sion: These tears . . . no, I'm all good now. In fact, I'm starting to get angry. (drawing) Maybe I'll doodle on this.  A standard street. A heroine.

Riesbyfe: [text] Wait, stop, this is cruel, Sion!

Sion: In the remake, the band of winners, the Rojiura Doumei, won't make an appearance. Hit them with curtain fire of requests for a Melty Blood remake.

Hmm? There are quite a lot already? (angry) What are you saying?

I'll send off a complaint. Resign yourselves to something bad.

Troll: Melty Blood's business permit has been withdrawn.

Sion: What was that, dear customer? Take that comment back. First off, outside of Melty Blood I don't have any business. This is life or death for me.

Surely this is something that other people should forgive.

Troll: What about getting mentioned in Fate/Extra? Rani was really cute.

Sion: Don't lump me together with the remaining Atlasian in that future.

Satsuki: A little sister? They talk about her a lot. (laughs) All set.

Oh no, you are making me blush. (conks out)

Sion: (sigh) I've come to think it's time to show you something else. Isn't there a good way, everyone?

Riesbyfe: [text] Satsuki's too young to get married. Her dad would never forgive you.

Sion: Okay. Thank you for all of your opinions. I'll just watch over her warmly.

After all, everyone loves Sacchin. Oh, and Ries- I know it was your comment.

You tried to mix in your comments with those of the crowd, but I traced the IP.

Troll: Threatening again? We all know it won't amount to anything. (lol)

Atlas' Super Hacker (lol)

Sion: Fine. I'll ignore you. Back to it. Now we're getting to the climax. Satsuki's hidden aspect, presented to the public!

Satsuki: (opens eyes) Sion? What are you doing?

Sion: To be frank, Satsuki, your face suddenly looks surprised. It's time for us to broadcast, but you were sleeping. I thought this was a good chance.

We discussed the color of your underwear, or embarrassing things you talked about in your sleep, on our live broadcast.

Riesbyfe: [text] Once it was up on the big web, we had no choice but to tune in.

Satsuki: The color of my underwear? Embarrassing sleep-talk!?

Sion: Sure. Have a look. The stream is going smoothly. I'll give you a copy of the conversation and responses to it. This my specialty.

It was actually rather exciting. This is why the net never ends.

Satsuki: Broadcasting? To the whole country? My sleep talking!? My undies!?

Sion: Well, you say to the whole country, but I'm distributing it to the net. It's really being broadcast to the whole world.

The diffusion has been going on for a while.

And - wait, Satsuki, are you awake?

(crashing noises)

Sion: Stop! This is a misunderstanding! Satsuki! I can explain!

It was Ries! This was her idea!

Troll: Trying to shift responsibility (lol) Those Atlasians (lol)

Satsuki: Now that you've done this, I'll never become a bride! (sobbing)

Sion: Satsuki, please calm down. Wait, all the power in my body is - I'm being drained of my mana! A Reality Marble!? At this time!? Already an apostle . . .

Satsuki: Sion, you're a big dummy! Take this, ya dumb octopus!

Sion: You don't need to badmouth me so much. I'm running out of mana. I'm sorry folks, but Rojiura Radio is coming to an end right now.

And if I survive, may we meet again!

(camera drops)

Satsuki: I'm not gonna talk in my sleep anymore!

Troll: Oh, it's over now. I guess they didn't care about the last part.

I'd better be on my way.

Troll: Hmm? I keep hearing a thudding noise. There's a limit to violence, ya know.

Troll: Wha- What the heck is this! A Black Key!? If it isn't Ciel!? What are you doing over there?

Troll: Wha - wait a minute. What's with the weapons? You've got one I've never seen before. A log!? Why a log!?

Troll: Why did I comment in that dumb stream!?

Troll: Well everybody, I have a curry person to battle. May we meet somewhere else in the future.

The next part of our tour will be in the Tohoku area! Until next time!