[b]Plain Doll[/b]
[i]Abandoned Apartment, Downtown[/i][hr]Cold, winter days. And a thoroughly pleased doll.

With a subtle, curious expression, Plain tilts her head and looks over her newly summoned companion. Inherently, she understands his status as a familiar of hers, and that it was her duty to respond to his greeting gracefully, beautifully and carefully. And so, the Master politely curtsies their Servant.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, brave warrior. I, Plain, am indeed your Master and the one who has summoned you..." But with this, she trails off, seemingly losing her train of thought. She ponders for a few moments, before clapping her hands in a rather cute signal of realization.

"I must ask, before we move on to establishing our contract. What manner of Hero are you? And what shall you be called?"

Her tone is very curious, and comically serious as she asks what were evidently a series of very ordinary questions. However, to the dear, discarded doll, who had hardly seen anything besides the inside of her bedroom for most of her life, even these mundane questions seemed to be a boundless adventure.

This was, in fact, the third time she had truly interacted with a human being. Given, this one was an incredibly powerful superhuman spirit formed from the soul of one of history's mightiest heroes, but it certainly still counted as a human, no? Even if his body was not that of an ordinary human's, as long as his soul was human, that meant that he was undoubtedly human too. 

This, Plain was sure of.