Fran was braving the streets once more, swinging her medical kit in one hand and on the ready to perform emergency surgery at any given time. She was very much hoping for some severed limbs, but had found none so far.
How disappointing.
She cast her eyes around her surroundings, and her vision settled upon a boy sitting on the ground against a building. Her heart immediately started to beat with excitement as she desperately hoped that he was gravely injured. "Hello~ You~! Yes, you! You need my help, don't you?!" she cried, running over to him.
Immediately Rolo's instincts kicked into gear. He climbed to his feet, reached for the firearm, the knife, the grenade (for all they were vulgar things, even that would have sufficed) he did not have, and growled low under his breath when the realization of his vulnerability struck.
No. There was something else.
In the split second after the noise of Fran's approach his his ears, he moved so as to activate his Geass - and then he heard her calling, frantically almost, as if she'd been anticipating. As she neared he was able to catch sight of the marks on her face, peculiarities he hadn't been expecting. He fell back, still wary of her, but nevertheless put on the unassuming guise he'd been using for the past year.
"No, not at all!" said Fran breathlessly, cheerfully. And then she jumped right in to the questions, leaving no room for Rolo to be underwhelmed in the slightest. "Alright, where're you bleeding~? You're all sprawled out like that, so I assume your leg is gone? Please say it's so. I promise I'll give you a new one better than ever~"
"B-bleeding?" he repeated when the ability to form words returned to him. He narrowed his eyes, unamused and unprepared for this level of obvious stupidity. Either way, he could certainly give her a run for her money where interrogations were concerned.
"If I'm standing how can I be missing a leg?" he continued. "If you don't live here then where did you come from? A-and even if I were injured we couldn't properly perform surgery out here anyway. It's going to flood."
Fran looked thoughtful. "Alright~ Firstly, I myself have stood before without a leg, and also stood without either legs~ Secondly, I don't even come from this world, and neither do you. Thirdly~ Yes, yes we could! I have everything I need in here." She brandished her medical bag in front of him. "We could work quickly and beat the flood."
A glare then. Rolo was torn between the strong urge to just kill her and be done with it and the realization that he should take advantage of the possible help - was she offering help? - that was being presented to him.
"I'm Dr. Fran Madaraki," she informed him brightly. "I know you're looking at me like I'm crazy, and also a little bit like you don't like me much~ I can perfectly understand that. It's the stitches, right~? But if you'd like my help, I'm willing to offer it."
How disappointing.
She cast her eyes around her surroundings, and her vision settled upon a boy sitting on the ground against a building. Her heart immediately started to beat with excitement as she desperately hoped that he was gravely injured. "Hello~ You~! Yes, you! You need my help, don't you?!" she cried, running over to him.
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No. There was something else.
In the split second after the noise of Fran's approach his his ears, he moved so as to activate his Geass - and then he heard her calling, frantically almost, as if she'd been anticipating. As she neared he was able to catch sight of the marks on her face, peculiarities he hadn't been expecting. He fell back, still wary of her, but nevertheless put on the unassuming guise he'd been using for the past year.
"A-Ah, um...Yes. Do you live around here?"
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And stare.
And stare a little more but with a bit less intensity than during the first few seconds.
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"If I'm standing how can I be missing a leg?" he continued. "If you don't live here then where did you come from? A-and even if I were injured we couldn't properly perform surgery out here anyway. It's going to flood."
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"Who are you?"
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