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

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

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[i][color=green]'I concur. Though if things continue like this, I am unsure if the human populace here will be able to withstand it as well. With that in mind, clearing this blizzard would be helpful. 

Though if push comes to shove, I'd prefer to travel with a more level-head seeming individual like you, rather than the other two should we all part ways.'[/color][/i] Fran wrote out in the air with her stick for Ben to read, before giving a nod and beginning to jog after the two sword wielders with Bridal Chest clutched close to her chest. 

However, their end destination didn't seem to be much better than their initial location in the snow dome. Thick driving snow, a total absence of people, and now in the lobby of this big tower's reception area there were no people either. Usually, this spoke of a monster attack in Fran's experience. Or the presence of an enemy servant who had performed some kind of large-scale magecraft after obtaining a Holy Grail. Regardless of the possibilities otherwise, it wasn't a good sign to her on an instinctual level either. 

Bridal Chest held in a battling position now, Fran made her way first...over to a computer on the reception desk, unplugging it promptly. But more than that, she moved over towards a nearby door, maybe a place where employees could be? She was curious...but one could never know what lied behind a closed door. And if the enemy was potentially waiting...well, it was not like she was...human or anything. Just a monster, and so...ah, she had better get on with it. 

With a casual ease, Fran swung Bridal Chest, smashing the door like it was a toothpick whilst preparing herself for potential battle. 

It was time to see what maybe lied beyond, perhaps? If anything was around here at all perhaps. 

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

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

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

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Time reversed, eh? Robin mulled over the idea briefly as she considered the possibilities of this being tied to the Outrealms or such things. She also knew Owain and Severa, even Inigo had been pulled into another world entirely, where...well, herself and others were just legends. That much her time with a strange summoner had taught her as she conversed with others from seemingly endless parallel worlds. She more or less felt it was more similar to that occurrence than perhaps the Outrealms, then, but for such a variety of people from greatly different places...at least it seemed such to her as even the man that had been in the metallic chariot also approached them....then this was perhaps an incredibly unique situation altogether. 

It was only speculation at best, however, but evidence seemed to point to another thing. Those gems, time reversing, the fake Chrom...and maybe fake other person for all she knew...something, some being, someone was behind the scenes somewhere in this world. That much she could postulate after just the Grima incident altogether. Grima had pulled strings, made puppets, et cetera. 

This would take time and effort...and frankly, cooperation unless these people wanted to rampage on their own paths. Maybe. Albeit, she felt a tug to keep this little girl safe. Sure, she'd proven she could fight, but....it just felt right to stick with her for now regardless. 

[color=white]"Perhaps we have all been pulled into an alternate world. It's happened to me before, but...never to this extreme. And considering what we just fought, someone could be pulling the strings behind the curtain....

But that is enough theories for the moment, perhaps."[/color]

She was about to suggest they find a place to dwell in, a base of operations if anyone had viable money for this place. Or if they could perhaps barter? She didn't know for sure. She was not a boss, merely a tactician trying to grasp the situation at hand. Yet before she could really get to this, the gems, a glowing white orb, two more girls, all of this seemed to occur in quick succession to her. Though there was one sentiment she could readily agree with at this time. Especially after looking about them for people's reactions...if any.

[color=white]"I suppose we all are in the same boat, then, and this orb is more than a little strange after what has happened. 

Though at this venture, i assume 'cosplay' means to dress like another individual. If...the context is relevant here.

But if no one else notices this orb...hmm, there must be a reason."[/color]

Robin supposed they could try a myriad of things, but usually an item showing magic like this only for them...usually was a good thing. Like the Fire Emblem reacting to Naga when Chrom unlocked its full power. Albeit, the same could be said for when it was used to revive Grima, a memory that made her almost shudder from recalling it. 

Taking a chance, Robin stepped out to touch the glowing white orb. It wasn't dark like the beings, nor as dark as those shining gems. Further, there was only one way to perhaps entirely confirm if this was a good sign or not. 

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