Ah, so that message had finally come at least, along with more information from Chatterbox. The metal-coated girl thought about the matter to herself as she was tossing away her still somewhat cold McDonalds bag with empty burger wrappers inside of it.
Sure there had been many places here, even a Pizza Hut to her delight, but at the same time she'd wanted to be ready and not stuck in a fast food line if things went down fast. Well, that had been another aspect to her idea that had been thought about after getting here....but still! She knew where her things had been dropped off according to her request, behind a trashcan near the women's and family restrooms close to the food court. No one was going to go near it, that much had been guaranteed. If a top-tier threat struck in this area, then, she'd be closest. If the others needed help, that would be more trouble due to this terminal only being accessible by train...a train which could be vulnerable depending on where the enemy struck.
In a sense, it was "easy peasy" on her end, save for getting to the others if needed once things began. That being said, she was proud of how the rest of the team had become in the time they had spent together thus far. Turned out they had some smart cookies, not that she was dumb, but her experience as a street hero had at least come into play as well it seemed. Regardless of her perception on things, though, Alloy's calm and casual facade hide a parahuman who was calmly breathing, steeled for whatever was to come and fight them in this place. Hopefully the civilians would be able to flee, with minimal casualties if any...heaven forbid that would haunt her slightly, though she'd seen terrible enough things in her life so far.
Ah! Perhaps if this took a bit longer, she could get a small Frosty at the nearby Wendy's! She'd eaten little the day before as she'd prepared herself physically and mentally, only taking in just enough sustenance to keep her going and not glut herself. Plus...she liked Frosty's, ok?
@Holy Soldier Alright, got a male Gerudo app partly-completed so far, just to keep you updated.
Had to study for a final exam today, and said final exam is tomorrow. So i can't put more into it tonight/right now sadly. :T
After finishing my final tomorrow, though, i will be getting back, finishing the app, and posting it here as soon as i can for examination and such. :D
Humans...humans could be stupid, and scared, and...she knew what it was like to be scared in a new place at least. And cautious. And frustrated, even angry. Thus Fran froze in her place a modest and hopefully safe distance from the two sword-wielders as they seemed to each take a stance. This was a battle, she could feel it in the air and see it as plain as day. It seemed as if some people were watching as well from the street as well, less looking at her as they were at the two others. Albeit, the glances at her still got under her skin a ways, not comfortable at all. And what would the dark, cloak-clad man do too at this rate? Flee? Attack? Ah. Perhaps she'd been channeling a bit much of her master in trying to become organized, yet her exposure to them left another thought coming right to her mind.
Would these people put the citizens around them all in danger, or harm them as collateral?
"Uuuh....aah!" Fran exclaimed to herself, in full feeling that this situation was rather stupid at base, agreeing with the sentiment arising in her mind that she'd stick around if only to make sure...er, try to make sure things didn't go badly.
Then, then she could see to some of these electronic devices about her. Wasteful!!!
The little girl seemed to at least respond to her gesture, having given a weak but genuine-seeming nod to her. It brought a bit of relief to the white-haired tactician, as this was a start. Maybe she could help her find a place to cool down a bit around here? Ah...well it was a busy city, but there would perhaps be areas with less activity at least. Then perhaps she could try to explain this sort of...odd occurrence, then maybe try to find the summoner that had brought them here. Not like everyone was accustomed to such a strange incidence in their lifetime. But if it wasn't a summoner, perhaps there was some other force that had-
It was at this moment that Robin put a hand on her Levin Sword instinctually, standing up a moment before she felt herself tackled. All with a familiar but different voice ringing in her ears with the cry of 'Father' having been the last coherent thing to reach her ears. A braced stance allowed her to not fall over, yet the tactician had to hold herself back from drawing her blade as a sigh escaped her lips out of habit. Owain. Lissa's son, Chrom's nephew, and overall a very...rambunctious member of the Yilessian Army prior to defeating Grima. She'd heard back home that he'd left with Cynthia to do things, but the words this Owin was rambling on about to her seemed to indicate another obvious point.
"Owain, please calm down. I am not your world's Robin, or your descendant. Though it seems one of the 'male' versions of me was your father at some point in another Ylisse...by Naga this is becoming a strange day. Perhaps we were all unknowingly pulled into one of the Outrealms?" Robin said, placing a calming hand on the boy's shoulder for a few seconds before pulling back again.
She'd run into all variants of the children of the others, born by her, sired by male variants of her from other parallel versions of Ylisse. Truly Askr had been an interesting place, to say the very least. She'd even talked to herself...er, other versions of herself anyways. In truth, this moment for her was only bringing back those awkward meeting, though most had devolved into good conversations and interesting details among "herselves" about all of those "what if's" to a certain extent that the others had gone through. Albeit, in part she felt guilty having to explain her identity to Owain, considering what things the young man in any timeline seemed to have been through.
Ah! Hopefully he hadn't scared the younger-looking child she had been talking to!
It was then the screams, the sound of moving feet, and atmosphere of enemies nearby struck her hard. Robin wheeled around, drawing out Gungnir from her back into a battle position without a second thought as her experience with war kicked in. Though even if only for a brief moment, her body froze at the sight of what was going on...well, more so at who was doing it. It was visibly Chrom, but that feeling...those eyes and aura...it was wrong, wrong like the Grimleal and their ilk. Wrong like how it felt around Validar and others to her mind. And with Chrom, slaughtering innocents, there was a strange woman with odder garb and a pale complexion and pale hair.
Odd portals seemed to open around the small girl, as if conjured by her....perhaps some kind of new magic this young one possessed? She had not the time to think otherwise. Then the enemy seemed to strike out of the blue, moving from attacking fleeing citizens to pouncing at Owain next to her and the small girl in front of her. Time almost seemed to move slow as the two malicious figures seemed to move at great speed towards the three of them, killing intent already pushing the tactician's body to act automatically. The girl seemed to be doing something at least for the pale woman, which only left...yes.
As much it might hurt, she had to do something. This...this was NOT Chrom, not her Chrom, nor any Chrom she'd ever seen or met. This was not the Chrom from Grima's memories, even. To raise the holy Falchion to slay innocents, this was not Chrom at all. The real one...she knew what he might have asked of her in such as case, as much as it hurt her inside. Which was why-
'...Ignis'
-Robin's automatic reaction, as much as her mind could debate it, had already begun to strike out with the spear at this Chrom's heart with the spear in her hands. Ignis itself also flared to life as well, the skill enhancing her attack's power greatly as her enhanced strength already was moving the spear with greater force than her normal by some degree.
She knew Chrom's fighting style intimately, due to many days of practice and training and fighting together on the battlefield. She'd seen the flaws, the weaknesses, the vulnerabilities even. He was a strong fighter, but not immortal nor perfect. Right now he was concentrated on Owain, sword moving out to strike the boy's neck. Her attack at this Chrom in turn was coming from what she personally felt was his normal blind side when performing such an attack, the length of Gungnir allowing her to move to intercept with an attack of her own at his exposed torso. The attack was imbued with a great might, to Robin hopefully being enough to either obliterate him in one merciful shot...or at least do something in this case to impede or stop him.
She was a tactician, she...she had to do something in this situation!!!
Nicknames: “The Hot Chocolate Queen of Judgement”, “Protagonist-chan”
Gender: Female
Age: 13
Birthday: (14/02)
Height: 170.7 cm
Weight: 56.699 kg
Nationality: ½ Caucasian (American), ½ Japanese
Appearance: (see top hider)
Personality: A person with energy to spare when she gets worked up, excited even, over various things, though whom can be relaxed and even lazy in her personal time. She is the sort who would drag off a good friend on a “grand adventure” over buying a new cookbook or seeing some cute new swimsuits in a store window. Someone who would get bored and occasionally drop in on friends unexpectedly or out of the blue, even climbing fire escapes and scaling walls without blinking an eye at the craziness of it. Further, she is somewhat clueless of the true potency of her cooking skills, save that this originates from a sense of humility she maintains about this area of her skills.
This being said, she absolutely adores her favorite local place to get ice cream pizzas, set into a delicious chocolate chip or sugar cookie crust. The one time it was closed close to her birthday two years ago, she cried due to how emotionally attached she’d become to the place. She one day wants to get their recipes even, to make her own one day.
Her tenacity is such that she will pursue a “target” of her interest all over the place, should she remain interested or feel it is worth doing. Chunni tendencies are also a given for her at times. Yet whilst in all of this she comes off as a “pretty annoying but energetic person”, her intelligence is actually not bad. Actually, the opposite of what some people joke about her. Her grades are stellar, her mind like a whizzing machine when it comes to learning and acting and processing information overall. In fact, she can come up with plots and strategies and such, even go through with deceptions with shocking ease.
Biography: Born the daughter of Akari Takahashi and Jason Sterner, scientists who moved to Academy City, worked in the same lab, and eventually fell in love and married, Hanako was always around an educational and vividly bright environment. Her parents were always excited about their scientific passions, but were not always the best socially despite their skills. Hanako turned out similar in that she was awkward at times yet incredibly smart, though from “as young as possible” her parents had her get involved with the Power Curriculum Program. For years she went through school, always ahead of most peers but not wanting to “skip grades” for the sake of enjoying being around people her age.
She eventually joined Judgement when she could, fascinated by the idea of getting involved with a group of students to keep the city safer. In fact, upon joining she became one of the more “notable” faces in Judgement due to her hot chocolate and her at times unorthodox nature of parkour-ing about to get to suspects or pursue things. This being said, whilst many think her dumb and annoying, many others among Judgement members have become fond of “our little smart goofball” in a sense as if she was their beloved younger sister. Regardless of the various opinions about her, some she is aware of but hasn’t spoken about, Hanako has continued to pursue her desires and dream towards the horizon, not ceasing even in the face of adversity.
Question is, where will she ultimately end up in this city full of dark sides and threats unseen to the general public?
School: Tokiwadai Middle School
Grade: 7th Grade
Skills:
Cooking – Skilled in matters of cookery, her abilities are only surpassed by the Great Demon Lord (her mom)! Truthfully, it is a hobby of hers that turned into some pretty high-tier skills over the years. She’s never put them to the test or fully realized how good she is at this, but unbeknownst to her the “gourmet hot chocolate” she can make is a sensation among many Judgement members. Some who have heard rumors of it have even traveled to taste it, somewhat to her welcome but sincere confusion.
Swimming – Her Middle School’s Star Swimmer on the Swim Team, or at least one of the top two, she can swim fast and skillfully when in the water. From this she has also built a very notable breath-holding capacity, in part from....stupid dares to hold her breath at the bottom of the pool for a long time. With the latter thing once almost causing her to drown when someone jumped into the pool and landed on her head as she was coming up to finally get air.
Parkour – She has spent many an evening moving about the city, doing her work as a member of Judgement. Albeit, in a manner that has led to her being rather lean yet very physically active. She boasts a high physical stamina for someone her age, and a level of robust-ness from...accidents she’s had over the years.
Faction(s): Judgement
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Ability name: Breakdown Bomber (due to its conversion effects and resulting applications)
Level: 3
Premise: The fact that matter and energy are two sides of the same coin, essentially one and the same, with matter being able to be converted into energy.
Description:
When making physical contact with other things/objects, the user uses this power to destabilize the molecular structure of them, essentially alter the state of the matter to be "riding the line between matter and energy". This is basically priming the matter composing affected things to be transformed into and unleashed as energy in a heartbeat. This in effect generates an explosion, and results in the targeted thing's complete destruction due to it having been now fully converted into energy. Affected things do not visibly seem different or strange, even with physical contact, retaining enough of matter's solid state to not stand out oddly. This being said, these affected things essentially sit about as bombs, and scientific equipment used to detect energy can get strange readings from these affected things.
Then, at the user's will alone the affected things can be detonated manually, or alternately at the time of creation can be set on a "timer" after which the transformation occurs. Likewise the manner of detonation can vary as well.
This user at times has taken to closing their fingers in, and press their thumb down as if pressing the button of a small detonator in their hand in order to "detonate" affected objects. This has led to the rumor and general belief among peers of hers that this is required to make her power work. Of course simply willing to detonate affected things works equally as well and faster, and other actions could be used as an imagined catalyst for "detonation" to boot. Multiple objects can be affected at the same time, even, and detonated at different times at the user's will. The user can also blindly choose to "detonate" everything they've made into a bomb (which is dangerous).
This being said, mentally keeping track of the location of everything they've affected becomes...harder and harder the more things they use this power on. Simply put, affecting a few objects that are easily remembered by the user would be better than priming a lot of objects (unless one wants to mass detonate at once).
This....was definitely not Chaldea. Nor was it London. Nor was it honestly any of the other singularities she had seen and been through with Master. Had she been pulled into something, then? She had heard Master talk about that sort of event happening to them before, but she hadn't heard of it happening to servants. This was truly strange, and she couldn't feel mana in the air at all in this place to boot despite all the people being present about this area. Yet...she could feel the electricity, pulsing around her as she saw great building, and a large red and white tower near here. So wastefu-
"Uuh?"
The weather seemed to snap her out of her momentary daydream. Yes, it was cold. Not something that'd affect her, but...it was snowing in this place. Fran looked up and held out one hand, Bridal Chest gripped rightly in the other as she let some snow flakes fall into her open hand. This was real, felt real and seemed real at least. Was this some situation like Babylonia had been like, with some goddess working her powers on an area? Wait, of course not. There was no mana here, yes, as she had noted before. Albeit this sensation of suddenly opening her eyes to another place was jarring enough as it was. One moment she was being talked to by Master for trying to unplug everything in their room, and now she was here.
Things only felt worse with all of the stares she felt she was getting from the people around this place...ah. But she did notice one thing that stood out from the crowd, some oddities that could be similar to her. Well, maybe. To one direction was a couple of people with swords, which stood out like a sore thumb amidst this crowd it seemed. Then there was a bench, yes, that she could barely spot in the distance. Standing in front of it was a man with some strange cape and incredibly dark skin who seemed as lost as she felt.
But....who to approach? Were these strangers in a strange land, albeit she could tell this place was like Japan, potential allies or scared enemies? Ah. Would she even be able to...communicate regardless? Master nor the others were here, no one who knew what she was saying really. Drat.
There was one thing though. All the snow that coated the ground, just enough that the smaller end of Bridal Chest or a finger could write in it! It seemed the street near the darker man had too many people to draw in the snow though...aha!
"Uuuh!!!" Fran called out as loud as she could, waving at the darker man and hoping to get his attention as she motioned towards the two people with swords using Bridal Chest in her other hand.
She then quickly turned to the other two, keeping a small but cautiously hesitant pace of sorts as she moved towards the two people with swords. Yes, there was just enough space to write in the snow there at least! Or perhaps right now she was channeling Master a bit too much in trying to get these people together. Regardless, she was strong enough to strike if any of these turned out to be enemies, and this would maybe solve that issue by causing others to flee or meet together.
....and for the love of everything, a lot of these people needed to turn off all of these electrical devices!!!
....This was not the castle in which Chrom lived, nor was this the camp she had been in with the others as they had been marching to find a group of local bandits. It was a crowded street, but these buildings were like nothing she'd ever seen. Signs that...glowed? Cranking, clunking, tinkling metal sounds that were nothing like she even had heard before also rang out among the chorus of voices. The buildings did, however, resemble the structures she'd eventually heard about from a certain Summoner the last time she'd disappeared from home and appeared in a new place. In fact...this felt just like all of those other times she'd been yanked to other place by some force or another.
The only issue was, who or what had brought her here?
As the white-haired woman looked about herself, she felt the odd look occasionally bore into her, but it seemed her presence and being quite literally armed to the teeth was not frightening anyone. Albeit, no one else seemed to be carrying real weapons either. Regardless of things, Robin began to walk forward through the crowd, gently making sure Gungnir's top didn't stick out into someone around her. If she could get a point of reference, that would be able to help the situation along. Though with so many buildings around...perhaps she was in a large city?
That was when the faint sound of a young voice hit her ears. Though she'd not had a child herself, she'd been around others from parallel worlds like hers who had been her children. An odd experience, yes, but one that had attuned her a bit to a cry of distress. Had another been pulled here with her, perhaps?
Robin began to make a light jog, moving through the crowd a bit more vigorously until she came across the source of the noise. A small girl, dressed in odd garb, standing there as many people seemed to walk past according to the tactician's perception of things. The white-haired woman gently approached, taking a knee a cautious but comfortable distance from the seemingly scared child.
"Did...you suddenly end up here too?" she said, her voice taking on a bit of a nurturing tone, though audibly trying to be careful to not spook the girl as she tried to both help get her attention calmly and ascertain if her first guess was correct.
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