[center][h1][color=green]Frankenstein's Monster (Fran)[/color][/h1][/center]

[center][i]Sapporo[/i][/center]

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This strange man in odd garb...she liked this man, as a person...more or less for giving her this magically-altered stick with which she could VIABLY COMMUNICATE with others. The Berserker accepted the stick with a sincerely happy yet gentle smile in return, internally giddy about not being forced to talk now. At least for now. Truly she had no idea what the future on this strange Earth...or Singularity or whatever it was...would hold, but not being the only one that had appeared here was a small comfort at the very least. Albeit all of the electricity waste, and the crowds of people that had been around, those were not her favorite things by a long shot. Not that she hadn't become accustomed to Chaldea's chaotically inhabited environment to a rather good extent though. 

Without hesitation, Fran quickly began to write out a message in the air. Nothing too long at first, she supposed, but a proper thanks at the very least would do:

[color=green][i]'Thank you for this, as speaking....well, it hurts quite a bit for me. 

But while i agree with the other two wanting to find out how we all arrived here, and why this blizzard arose, i want to stick with you for the time being. 

You seem to have a good head on your shoulders. And...also didn't start swinging swords as soon as you met another person.'[/i][/color] 

She would keep following this darker-skinned man, and apparently this little group of theirs that was wanting to go about looking for the source of these issues for the moment being. Mainly the blizzard right now, though such weather was...well, she was used to it. In life and far better as a servant for that matter.  

Though she seemed to have rather good penmanship, flowing and even a bit stylish. Or perhaps this was something she had learned at Chaldea from watching others? 

[@TheFake][@PKMNB0Y][@VitaVitaAR]

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[center][h1][color=white]Robin[/color][/h1][/center]

[center][i]Akihabara[/i][/center]

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The tactician blinked in surprise as the world seemed to shift, not only their opponents defeated but the world seemingly reverted to a pre-battle state after. Yet only the enemies remained...dead? Even Gungnir was back on her back once more, like nothing had happened. It was...and interesting turn of events, but not one she was feeling bad about. Innocent lives not lost was a plus in her book, especially after all she had seen and done in her life so far. 

Calmly, Robin walked back over to the little girl, taking a knee and giving a soft smile. 

"Well, i think you are right about them not being alive. It feels like familiar situation to me...but i can't recall from where. Regardless, i think we weren't able to introduce ourselves properly yet.

My name is Robin."

The tactician spoke in a gentle and motherly-like voice, trying to pick up in a sense where she and this little girl had left off before the battle. Besides, Owain would perhaps make his way over to them regardless...based on what she knew of the eccentric son of Lissa at any rate. More importantly, she wanted to help this little girl if she still could, though much like a certain manakete this girl seemed to be more than meets the eye. 

[@VitaVitaAR][@Rabidporcupine][@PKMNB0Y][@Raineh Daze]