[center] [color=green] [h3] Mima [/h3] [/color]
[b]Ayumu, Far Above the Clouds[/b]
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The city was alive and bustling. Scurrying about like bees in a hive, or ants in a nest. The city itself had no particular interest to her, in that respect. Perhaps toying with the inhabitants a bit here and there, but most of the people here didn't interest her, or were pretty passive. It was like going to the human village, except there were a fair number of non humans there. But, living in houses like humans, acting like humans, eating like humans, even speaking their own language. . .

That wasn't how Youkai existed. So in that respect, this was a world dominated by humans and those who acted like them. This was no Gensokyo, which meant there were no other Youkai, and no Shrine to loaf around at. No shrine meant no Shrine Maiden, which meant no one to constantly spook by dressing up in tableclothes. Still, there were plenty of interesting exceptions, she supposed. But mulling upon it further, it was probably that Boundary Hags fault. 

Mima had decided to simply float far above the city and watch things going on below and in the vicinity from a birds eye view. Using magic, magnifying her view became pretty trivial. If there was ever something that caught her fancy, she could freely intervene and complicate an otherwise simple situation. But outside of the city is where she found what she wanted to mess with.

A lavender haired witch wearing what looked like Pajamas. Marisa had spoken of a magician like that before, though Mima had never met her. Patchouli Knoweledge, was it? Mima knew because her name tended to come up a lot in some of the books Marisa stole, as the author. Hohoho. She flew straight down with blinding speed, directly into the ground. Moving in the general direction of the Manor Patchouli was approaching, she popped up somewhere on the premises. Given that she was a Magician with skill, it'd probably be best to form up a lie that made sense. After a few seconds, she floated about the splendorous but run down entrance parlor, doing ghost things. She put away her staff and covered herself with an old tablecloth. After all, she needed to look like a ghost for this.