Frankenstein's Monster (Fran)


Sapporo




'Yes, let us wander about until whatever did this jumps out and gets the initiative. I am no barbarian, but at least i don't just attack people in a duel out of the blue.' Fran wrote in the air for Jin with her stick, tempted to make one of those 'rude' gestures humans seemed to love using in their media. But no, to her and for now it was not worth the bother. Would have been as bothersome as actually talking, really.

Yes, a careful approach was one thing, but if their enemy was hiding then calmly wandering would only keep them hidden or able to take the initiative. At least in her mind. Much like a scared rabbit...or a certain man....if one drove them out of the hiding place it could allow them the initiative. Or at least lower chances of am ambush perhaps? She was smart, but she was no tactician, nor was she a petulant child as this fool of a swordsman was insinuating. A fool for having an idea? No, no she was not. Of course there was danger in this, but at least the man who she had walked here with (albeit he had seemingly frowned at her too) was offering to take her up to another level.

She glared swords back at Jin, before walking over calmly to where the dark-skinned Ben was standing.

'I supposed driving out our enemy of their hiding place was a viable plan, a surprise if you will. But yes, i would be glad to search from the top with you.'

Fran then gently reached towards other man's hand after putting her stick away again, though a bit of hesitation was visible on her end. She was not one for...this kind of contact really. Master was kind, and there were other servants like Sir Babbage who were very kind, but...to touch the hands of another human was alien to her. Alien and even a bit instinctually frightening...she was just a monster after all. Though it was a rather odd issue, to be frank, and she did not want to fall behind for he time being unless this group proved evil.

Besides, could this man lift her weight with bridal chest included?

Regardless, she finally, cautiously and carefully, took Quick Ben's hand and gave a light accepting nod to him: signalling she was ready to go.



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Robin


Akihabara




Robin observed and listened on to the others as she went about looking at what the white orb had produced. Various red, blue, and green lights, scattered about what was a three-dimensional map of what she assumed was this city. It was odd yet fascinating, better than a normal map of her world save for how it had come into existence only after battles against shadowy (and perhaps all fake) foes. The tactician searched her coat for emergency quill and paper, maybe to record to general patterns of things down, but to no avail.

Robin merely let out a small sigh, before looking to the map again, finger under her chin as she began to ponder what it perhaps meant once more and attempted to memorize the general distance that seemed to be on the map. It was a big city, to be sure, but using estimations of the towering size of what was around them...hmm....she felt she had a very rough grasp of things perhaps. Maybe these dots were various types of enemies, higher or lower tier in nature? Or perhaps dangerous area of varying degrees? Perhaps it was even enemies, safe zones, and potential allies at the various locations being marked.

Though as one of the two younger girls that had approached them seemed to make a loud retort, or at least start to and stop herself, Robin's attention was swiveled back over. Brows furrowed as she listened to the exchange between Abigail and Chris, before she stepped over as the smaller girl attempted to again start to 'explain' what she thought was going on. Though it was obvious the two girls has far different experiences and definitions of the phrase 'Master'...

"I know events similar to this myself, but...definitely far from the same. Do you think this situation is similar to what you are calling a 'Singularity', Abigail?" Robin said, taking a knee as she talked to the little girl again, serious but calm, not dismissing Abby's words but instead trying to pleasantly coordinate with her and give her the chance to speak without interruption.

For all she knew, her and this girl, and perhaps the others, had bits and pieces of what could be going on. Or at least, this was all an initial base to form theories or stratagems for all of this in the foreseeable future perhaps.

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