[@PKMNB0Y] [@VitaVitaAR] [@Rune_Alchemist] [@Pyromania99]

[center][h1][color=8dc73f]Fran[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=8dc73f][i]"Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmm~ Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmm~"[/i][/color]

Frankenstein's monster, otherwise known as Fran, hummed a catchy tune as she made way through bustling streets, carrying a rather large sack over her shoulder. For the past couple of days, her Master, the recluse alchemist that they are, had been sending the peach-haired girl to different parts of Fusang City doing different tasks, ranging from errands and delivering packages to patrolling and material gathering, of which she just accomplished doing the latter. While she didn't mind doing these tasks, it did make the Berserker feel like a pack-mule. It didn't help that her Master was also hands-off and a bit distant with her, acting very much like the conventional mage in this day and age. Still, the circumstances weren't enough to put Fran down, as evident from her smile and the perk in her steps as she made her way back home.

That is....until she heard the gunshots.

[color=8dc73f]"Uh?"[/color], muttered Fran, stopping her walk as she turned toward the source of the commotion. The shots sounded like they were coming from a club that her Master would go to on a rare occasion. Normally, Fran wouldn't even bothered and would avoid the confrontation if she could help it, but.....

.....making a hangout spot her Master frequented safe wouldn't be a bad thing. It's what a Servant would do, right?

So, with that in mind, after putting her sack of materials down in a spot where she can find it later, Fran rushed toward the club, her battle mace materializing into her hands. As she passed through a bounded field, she growled cautiously as she entered through the side entrance, the very air feeling like it was trying to slow her down. Upon reaching the scene, Fran took note of several things. One, the gunmen, as well as the girl leading them apparently. Two, the tall violet-haired ballerina and the hooded white-haired savage fighting said gunmen, most likely Servants. And three, the two young women hanging back from the fighting, most likely Masters of the aforementioned Servants. Still grasping the situation, Fran rushed in to fight off the gunmen as well.

[color=8dc73f]"Grrrraaaaah!"[/color], she yelled, making her presence known as she sent one gunman flying to the wall with a swing of her mace before the punching the head of another.