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[frankensteins_moe]

Who: Berserker of Black and anyone
Where: Capricorn District, Park
When: 13th Hour of January 30
Summary: Someone new has arrived, and she is confused and angry.
Warnings: Berserker will be starting this log with Mad Enhancement active, meaning she is likely to attack anyone who approaches.

[During the 13th Hour, in the Capricorn District, a great battle rages.

In the middle of the barren field, there is a scientist in a white lab coat.  He has his arms held out, and appears to be trying to say something.  Unfortunately, his words are cut off every several seconds by the second combatant: a teenage girl wearing a pure white wedding dress trimmed in purple and metallic heeled boots, with a rather curious metal horn protruding from her head.  She bellows in rage, slamming the end of a large mace into the man over and over again.]

Uooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh...!

[Curiously, her frenzied assault seems to be doing just as much damage to her as it is to the man.  Every time she howls in rage and spins her mace around to swing it into the man's chest, the girl herself lets out a grunt as she's knocked back a few steps, as if she'd gotten the wind knocked out of her.  Anyone approaching closely enough may catch a few words of what the man is trying to say, between successive attacks and as the girl begins to tire from exertion.]

I... thou... art...

[Is that... her Persona?]

Comments

[frankensteins_moe]

[This merely elicits a growl in response as she clutches her mace protectively, digging her heels into the ground.]

[greyerrant]

You're broken, you can't stop me with that. Come along now, I'm trying to help. [ He doesn't seem impressed. ]

[frankensteins_moe]

[She still doesn't seem inclined to come along. Reluctantly, she uncovers the wound she's been shielding and holds her arm up, shaking her head. If Garviel looks, he'll see what appears to be old and stagnant blood flowing around severed wires sparking just underneath the broken skin.]

[greyerrant]

Are you some kind of independent combat servitor? What's your operating number?

[frankensteins_moe]

[Blink. Headtilt.

Yeah, she has no idea what any of that refers to.]

[greyerrant]

Come on. We haven't got time for this. Come with me if you want to get repaired.

[frankensteins_moe]

[SO DEEPLY SUSPICIOUS OVER HERE

But she doesn't want to be dragged, and if he isn't letting this go, she's got no choice but to follow.]

[greyerrant]

[ Loken will take her towards the Leo district, moving fairly swiftly for someone of his size and bulk, always looking back at the Monster to see if she's all right. ]

Are you mute? Nod, if you are.

[frankensteins_moe]

[Not entirely mute, which she demonstrates with a somewhat mournful groan. But after a moment, she does nod.]

[greyerrant]

Were you injured? Or is your inability to speak from another source? Nod, if you were injured, shake your head, if it was something else.

[frankensteins_moe]

[She shakes her head.]

[greyerrant]

[ He leans in, and will peer at her neck. ]

Some kind of surgery?

oops wrong account

[frankensteins_moe]

[Again, a no.]