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( @treeofcrucifixion continued from x)

What a strange, and intriguing sight, Jin thought. It was odd enough to think that this was the famed, or infamous Frankenstein, the supposed and quintessential 'monster' of many a tale, and they were in fact nothing of the sort, nothing close to monstrous, not as far as Jin could see (at least 'monstrous' in the way he knew Humans typically thought).

What was stranger, however, was this creature in and of herself, this self-proclaimed monster who somehow seemed both delicate wilting flower (so fragile and thin, holding onto themselves the best they can) and dangerous bastion of might all at once-- he saw the way they positioned themselves with mighty-sceptered hammer in hand, and knew it was not for show, he could feel it, he could smell it, the strength, the spark, the power that coursed through their every limb.

Jin had discerned that power the moment they crossed paths of course, but to see it at the ready before him, juxtaposed with the image of a ruinous bride beaten down by the world and tried by it for her nonexistent sins, why it made this 'Frankenstein' almost seem like a contradiction to Jin, an enigma.

There was clearly a STORY behind this creature Jin looked upon, too, one that was far from anything ever recorded about them in any book written by Human hands, and with that story, he also saw an INDIVIDUAL who had been misunderstood time and time again by the world, misunderstanding they were made to suffer for. Because of that, Jin saw a few potential parallels between this 'Frankenstein' and himself, and he saw a mystery, and Jin loved to unravel a good mystery.

"Human's don't care for monsters," Jin replies, smooth though with a wide grin that (purposefully) did not hide his razor sharp fangs, "I know that well from personal experience, let alone from the allegories within those tales spun about you and other such creatures of fantasy."

Jin steps forward, bringing himself closer to Fran after she had shuffled back, and raises one hand with a single finger outstretched.

From where Jin stood, he was only just able to touch his finger to the bulbous top of Fran's scepter, but that was all he needed.

Around the preternatural flesh of Jin's fingertip, a minuscule though pressurized concentration of wind gathered, sparking into a brief flare of lightning that did not assault Fran, but rather danced around her mace.

The lightning was PURPOSEFUL, it called to the electricity that animated Fran, it sought to impose a feeling of familiarity, of kindred spirit between she and Jin... and then it was gone, almost as soon as it had sparked to life.

"But that doesn't mean it's right, or that we monsters shouldn't try to understand each other."

Jin now walks past Fran, though he does so slowly, anticipating her to follow him when he asks, "I've rented out the nearby lodge, there's no reason for us to carry on out here in the woods; come and speak more with me."