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[color=0054a6][h2][u]Victor Frankenstein and Franziska[/u][/h2]
[h3]The Madness Begins Again[/h3][/color]

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The man standing in the middle of the summoning circle raised an eyebrow at the first words his... "Master," said to him, following his summoning. He was tall, young, impeccably dressed, with long, lustrous brown hair and golden-brown eyes. Certainly not the image of a monster, and certainly not the monster his summoner was anticipating. But perhaps he would be less disappointed in the figure seemingly hiding just behind the man's shoulder? She was at once unyielding and solid, and yet also ephemeral, dressed in what almost looked like bridal wear, with electrodes installed in her forehead and temples. The air around her twisted and warped slightly under the pressure of some... hidden power. One perhaps emanating from the massive mace clutched in her grasp, despite the fact that she seemed far too small to wield such a massive weapon. The damn thing was nearly as long as she was tall...

The man cleared his throat, and the girl snapped to attention with record speed. 

[color=0054a6]"Franziska, my dear. Inspect the... 'accomodations.' See that they are sufficient for our needs."[/color]

[color=f7976a]"Yes, Father,"[/color] the girl chirped, calmly walking away to do as instructed. The man himself, however, stayed, directing an unamused scowl at his so-called Master.

[color=0054a6]"As for you... perhaps you are mistaken, young man? Perhaps you have confused me with the hulking monstrosity of that... ridiculous [i]fiction[/i] written to slander me?"[/color] He looked down to find an copy of such offending literature at his feet. With a gesture, a small, lantern-like device at his hip sparked to life, a bolt of electricity arcing from the device to the book, reducing it to ash. Giving a small nod of satisfaction at his doing, the Servant looked back at his summoner, disdain still clearly etched in every line of his face.

[color=0054a6]"Allow me to clarify, then. While I am Servant Caster for the purposes of this war, I also am Frankenstein. Dr. Victor Frankenstein, to be precise. The charming young lady who will be [i]thoroughly inspecting[/i] the abode you have for whether it suits our purpose is my creation, my Firstborn daughter. The... 'monster' that you were told such lies about. And if you are to be so caught off guard by the mere act of [i]summoning your Servant,[/i] [i]Master-[/i]"[/color] Here, he spit the last word out as though it were a vile taste on his tongue- [color=0054a6]"...Well. I think, perhaps, you are in for a [i]very[/i] unfortunate experience with this war."[/color]