[b]Cynthia[/b] When she saw the blonde girl raise her diamond-encrusted foot up to bring it down on the horrible creature's head, Cynthia looked away, covering her eyes. By the time she looked back, it was already fading into light, as well as... what was left of its head... it all drifted and gathered around the blonde girl, feeding into her. Cynthia stared. Fear trembled inside her, but... there was more then that. There was... fascination. She'd never seen anyone like this before! And... she was injured, but it clearly wasn't from killing that monster... she'd done it so fast! Was she... was she... When the Doll spoke, she answered Cynthia's questions. "You're really a Doll!?" she cried, shooting to her feet almost immediately. "That's amazing! I can't believe you're really a Doll! So.. was that monster... was it... what was Mary calling them... a Puppet? Something like that! That monster was a Puppet! I didn't know if the rumors were true, but... but now I know and it's amazing!" Part of her supposed that it meant there really were evil monsters in the city bent on doing terrible things to people with absolutely no remorse, but on the other hand it meant that Dolls were really real! She'd read about them before... seeing one in real life... it was new and exciting! "I'm Cynthia! Cynthia Lee! What's your name?" ---- [b]Dead Heart Shooter[/b] "This is for you, Master!" Dead Heart Shooter pointed at the struggling Marionette. Almost immediately, Rocket War fired. The sound was deafening, a barrage of bullets and explosives unleashed from the various weapons protruding from the iron maiden. Even as the weapons shuddered from the recoil, the sheer power behind every shot, Dead Heart Shooter maintained her position. She was small, and yet the recoil didn't move her at all. And Rocket War simply kept firing, kicking up a vast cloud of dust and debris. After what seemed like forever, Dead Heart Shooter lowered her hand. Instantly, every weapon in Rocket War ceased firing, the last few motions being the slowing spinning of the chaingun. "... Now, Master!" Dead Heart Shooter turned towards her lovely, wonderful Master. She was so beautiful, every curve of her body, her soft skin, her black hair, her lips, her eyes... Dead Heart Shooter felt herself getting weak in the knees just looking at her exquisite Master. "I'm Dead Heart Shooter, Master! I'm here to please you, to protect your forever and ev-" Something glinted in the corner of her eye. The small Doll jerked out of the way as a silvery blade sliced the air where she once stood. Turning fully, she saw it. The Marionette! She must have moved when all the dust got kicked up... In place of her right arm, there was a silver blade, from the elbow down. Dead Heart Shooter frowned. "Rude! Rude rude rude! I was talking to my Master!" "Hmph... so you're a Doll, then?" the Marionette inclined her head to the side, "I wasn't expecting this..."