[b]Cynthia[/b]

Cynthia was... confused. Yes, that was the best way to put her reaction to this. There was some boy in a cloak trying to sound all intimidating and serious just standing there and telling them to go home. Go home? No way was she going to go home right now. She had a Doll, anyway. Folding her arms in defiance, the girl opened her mouth to point out this fact... and quickly shut it. Wait, weren't Dolls meant to be sort of hidden or something? And this guy, even if he only sounded a few years older then herself, looked pretty shady, too! Wearing that cloak and all, it looked really suspicious!

So, she instead settled for agreeing with Alice, who was naturally totally convincing in every way.

"I'm perfectly safe with Alice," said Cynthia, "And I go out all the time at night. Besides, you look pretty shady."

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[b]Dead Heart Shooter[/b]

Dead Heart Shooter frowned at the other Doll. What was that look? Hmph. She was the best one for her Master so nothing she could do for her Master could ever be wrong unless her Master said so! Explaining she was a Doll should have filled in everything, right? And she wasn't here just to kill Puppeteers! ... Though... oh yes, she would be shedding their blood... The streets would be soaked in the blood of Puppeteers. The blood of anyone who tried to harm her Master, as well. Dead Heart Shooter had no compunctions, no hesitation in her mind. Whatever did so much as annoy her Master would be dealt with in blood. However, none of this conviction showed in the small girl's bright and cheery expression as she looked towards her Master once more.

"Well, I might kill Puppeteers too, but I'm here for [i]you[/i], Master!" she happily declared with a smile, "And you did make a contract, Master! The moment you allowed me to step in and save you!"

Ahh, it was so nice even speaking with such a lovely Master... Dead Heart Shooter nearly swooned at the thought of spending more time with her. But then her Master said something strange. Dead Heart Shooter cocked her head to the side quizzically. "Sell your soul...? Of course not, Master! Spending time with you is enough payment for me, anyway!"