Russell
Raggedy Ann stood, leaning against a roof ledge overlooking a street. Her thin dress fluttered in the cool night wind, but the cold didn't bother her. She ran a hand through her hair, feeling the coarse fabric covering every inch of her skin snag lightly on a few dark strands. She brushed her slightly bulky hands together, the hair brushing off and drifting through the air.

She still wasn't used to this patrol stuff. She had no idea if she was doing it right at all. She'd barely actually encountered anyone, especially not anyone doing anything particularly nefarious. Even if she did, she'd have no idea how to stop them, aside from wacking them with her slightly reinforced arms. Regardless, on the roof she sat, blowing out an extended puff of air from her not-visible mouth.
Robert
Minutes go by. Minutes to hours. It's strange how quiet the city can be in it's low periods, a stark contrast to the rage and energy it's usually filled with. Laser blasts, and thrown cars, wind and beasts conjured from nothing, and new London to serve as the backdrop for it all. It felt right in the wrong way- normal, if one could call it that.

So when it was quiet, it felt off. 

Poppet was flying around, hopping from rooftop to rooftop, in the same sort of rut, the silence of the city today a blessing for most, but a curse to her eyes. It was inevitable she'd happen upon Ann, but when she spotted her, a fight was not the first thing to come to mind. She quietly lowered herself down behind the cape, the clack of her heels on the ground enough sound to alert her, if it weren't for poppet's hollow voice.

"_Hey there, I'm not bothering you, am I?_"
Russell
Raggedy Ann nearly jumped out of her pseudo-skin, whirling around to face Poppet. Poppet would see a featureless face of coarse, beige fabric looking back at her, framed with locks of black hair with dyed red side bangs. The fabric around her lower face contracted and warped when she spoke.

"Gah-! You scared me." She spoke with a crisp, yet muffled English accent. It was hard to tell, on behalf of the fabric adding extra bulk to her figure, but she looked tense upon having been surprised from behind.

"No. You're not... Bothering me." She hesitated through her words as she fully started to process the figure in front of her, who wasn't even that much shorter than her. Poppet's appearance reminded Claire of dolls she'd seen at an antique store. Poppet reminded her of *Her*. "How did you get up here?"
Robert
"_Oh, I guess I could ask you the same- it's not every day you see a walking doll on the city skyline_" She chuckled to herself, a little haunting given the effect on her voice.

She took a few steps forward, her black hair blowing in the breeze as her heels cracked against the hard floor of the rooftop. When she started to glow a little, a lavenderish color, the clicking of her heels stopped, and she was getting taller- she was floating!

When she was just a few feet away from Raggedy Ann, she placed her fair porcelain hands on her waist. " _Though to answer your question, I was flying. Looking for trouble I guess you could say._"

Her face held no expression, even if it did, it was still broken up by the mask she wore, however her tone was exasperated, annoyed, and a little somber to boot. "_ Don't suppose you have anywhere to be, do you? I kind of... Have some questions for you._"
Russell
"I used the ladder. Which was quite hard, actually. But, I did."

She watched as the doll started to float, becoming taller than her, feeling a slight sense of envy as she became the shorter one in this conversation. She tugged at a hem of her heavily-altered Raggedy Ann costume.

"If I had somewhere to be, I don't know that I'd be on a roof. What... Are your questions?" She shuffled back a bit. The doll mentioning she'd been looking for trouble made Claire feel almost cornered by the porcelain girl.
Robert
Poppet couldn't help but revel a little in the way she scoot back from her, the power standing this tall over her gave the puppet. Gave her. Still, it was counter to what she wanted. Reluctantly almost, she dropped herself down, and the glow vanished in turn. The puppet even took a seat, cross-legged on the ground, pedestaling her head between her hands.

"_Questions like- Are you really a doll? Or are you... Just the master of that puppet?_"
Russell
"Puppet? I'm... I'm not a doll. Not actually. What about you? Are you actually a doll or are you a master of that doll?"

The question Poppet asked made Claire curious, peering closer at the doll. She seemed very life-sized, but it was hard to determine what she actually was just by sight. She stayed standing, looking down at Poppet.
Robert
Ann's examination yielded somethings of note. For one, her skin was fair and perfect, save for the parts where her body had been repaired, from chips and cracks. Battle damage probably. She looked to be modeled after a real person, there was no uncanniness to her like there might be for a normal porcelain doll, and was likely why she still wore a mask. 

"_Master. Maybe I'm screwing myself in the long run by saying this, but... My real body is soundly asleep somewhere near by._"

Poppet adjusted, looking up to Ann now. Poppet's mask covered the dolls face well enough, but even if it hadn't there wasn't much of an expression there anyways. It was a body, frozen in time so to speak, an effigy of someone who once held the capacity for expression.

"_Look. I don't intend on fighting you, unless you'd wanna go a round or two for fun, Just never met someone with a similar power before. I feel i have to ask, if not a master.. What are you? What makes you look like.. Well.. A Raggedy Ann doll?_" Her tilted at an angle as she asked, her bangs falling over the space of the mask and hiding her eyes. "_I used to have one as a kid, my sister traded it to me for my Andy doll. She preferred it._"
Russell
Raggedy Ann briefly looked around, very subtly due to the fact that her eyes moving wasn't visible. Considering the doll had just landed here, she probably wasn't going to easily spot where this Master's apparent real body was.

"I don't exactly intend on fighting, either. I'm not particularly confrontational. I'm... Uh. I actually forget the terms that I read on the forums I was on. I usually have regular skin, but I can change it. Changer, that's it. I don't know how I forgot that. I can make fabric and things go over my skin, kind of like a barrier. It makes it harder to get hurt. There's something else. Brawn... Brute! Brute. That's it. And the Raggedy Ann thing is mostly just the dress. I'm glad it conveys what I wanted it to. Raggedy Ann is actually the name I'm going with."