[center][h1][color=green]Frankenstein's Monster (Fran)[/color][/h1][/center] [center][i]Sapporo[/i][/center] [hr] Humans...humans could be stupid, and scared, and...she knew what it was like to be scared in a new place at least. And cautious. And frustrated, even angry. Thus Fran froze in her place a modest and hopefully safe distance from the two sword-wielders as they seemed to each take a stance. This was a battle, she could feel it in the air and see it as plain as day. It seemed as if some people were watching as well from the street as well, less looking at her as they were at the two others. Albeit, the glances at her still got under her skin a ways, not comfortable at all. And what would the dark, cloak-clad man do too at this rate? Flee? Attack? Ah. Perhaps she'd been channeling a bit much of her master in trying to become organized, yet her exposure to them left another thought coming right to her mind. Would these people put the citizens around them all in danger, or harm them as collateral? "Uuuh....aah!" Fran exclaimed to herself, in full feeling that this situation was rather stupid at base, agreeing with the sentiment arising in her mind that she'd stick around if only to make sure...er, try to make sure things didn't go badly. Then, then she could see to some of these electronic devices about her. Wasteful!!! [@TheFake][@VitaVitaAR][@PKMNB0Y] [hr] [center][h1][color=white]Robin[/color][/h1][/center] [center][i]Akihabara[/i][/center] [hr] The little girl seemed to at least respond to her gesture, having given a weak but genuine-seeming nod to her. It brought a bit of relief to the white-haired tactician, as this was a start. Maybe she could help her find a place to cool down a bit around here? Ah...well it was a busy city, but there would perhaps be areas with less activity at least. Then perhaps she could try to explain this sort of...odd occurrence, then maybe try to find the summoner that had brought them here. Not like everyone was accustomed to such a strange incidence in their lifetime. But if it wasn't a summoner, perhaps there was some other force that had- It was at this moment that Robin put a hand on her Levin Sword instinctually, standing up a moment before she felt herself tackled. All with a familiar but different voice ringing in her ears with the cry of 'Father' having been the last coherent thing to reach her ears. A braced stance allowed her to not fall over, yet the tactician had to hold herself back from drawing her blade as a sigh escaped her lips out of habit. Owain. Lissa's son, Chrom's nephew, and overall a very...rambunctious member of the Yilessian Army prior to defeating Grima. She'd heard back home that he'd left with Cynthia to do things, but the words this Owin was rambling on about to her seemed to indicate another obvious point. "Owain, please calm down. I am not your world's Robin, or your descendant. Though it seems one of the 'male' versions of me was your father at some point in another Ylisse...by Naga this is becoming a strange day. Perhaps we were all unknowingly pulled into one of the Outrealms?" Robin said, placing a calming hand on the boy's shoulder for a few seconds before pulling back again. She'd run into all variants of the children of the others, born by her, sired by male variants of her from other parallel versions of Ylisse. Truly Askr had been an interesting place, to say the very least. She'd even talked to herself...er, other versions of herself anyways. In truth, this moment for her was only bringing back those awkward meeting, though most had devolved into good conversations and interesting details among "herselves" about all of those "what if's" to a certain extent that the others had gone through. Albeit, in part she felt guilty having to explain her identity to Owain, considering what things the young man in any timeline seemed to have been through. Ah! Hopefully he hadn't scared the younger-looking child she had been talking to! It was then the screams, the sound of moving feet, and atmosphere of enemies nearby struck her hard. Robin wheeled around, drawing out Gungnir from her back into a battle position without a second thought as her experience with war kicked in. Though even if only for a brief moment, her body froze at the sight of what was going on...well, more so at who was doing it. It was visibly Chrom, but that feeling...those eyes and aura...it was wrong, wrong like the Grimleal and their ilk. Wrong like how it felt around Validar and others to her mind. And with Chrom, slaughtering innocents, there was a strange woman with odder garb and a pale complexion and pale hair. Odd portals seemed to open around the small girl, as if conjured by her....perhaps some kind of new magic this young one possessed? She had not the time to think otherwise. Then the enemy seemed to strike out of the blue, moving from attacking fleeing citizens to pouncing at Owain next to her and the small girl in front of her. Time almost seemed to move slow as the two malicious figures seemed to move at great speed towards the three of them, killing intent already pushing the tactician's body to act automatically. The girl seemed to be doing something at least for the pale woman, which only left...yes. As much it might hurt, she had to do something. This...this was NOT Chrom, not her Chrom, nor any Chrom she'd ever seen or met. This was not the Chrom from Grima's memories, even. To raise the holy Falchion to slay innocents, this was not Chrom at all. The real one...she knew what he might have asked of her in such as case, as much as it hurt her inside. Which was why- [i]'...Ignis'[/i] -Robin's automatic reaction, as much as her mind could debate it, had already begun to strike out with the spear at this Chrom's heart with the spear in her hands. Ignis itself also flared to life as well, the skill enhancing her attack's power greatly as her enhanced strength already was moving the spear with greater force than her normal by some degree. She knew Chrom's fighting style intimately, due to many days of practice and training and fighting together on the battlefield. She'd seen the flaws, the weaknesses, the vulnerabilities even. He was a strong fighter, but not immortal nor perfect. Right now he was concentrated on Owain, sword moving out to strike the boy's neck. Her attack at this Chrom in turn was coming from what she personally felt was his normal blind side when performing such an attack, the length of Gungnir allowing her to move to intercept with an attack of her own at his exposed torso. The attack was imbued with a great might, to Robin hopefully being enough to either obliterate him in one merciful shot...or at least do something in this case to impede or stop him. She was a tactician, she...she had to do something in this situation!!! [@VitaVitaAR][@PKMNB0Y][@Rabidporcupine]