[h3][center][color=YellowGreen][i]Yukino Okajima[/i][/color][/center][/h3]
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Across the city there where many young girls who were leaving school and going off to do any number of things with their lives. Perhaps they had families who cherished each other's presence. They could have plans to meet with the friends made inside the halls of academia. Maybe they were simply adventurous youths who couldn't help but be allured out into Miso City regardless of the inclement weather. 

Yukino Okajima was separate from these groups, eagerly accepting a mantle meant only for girls such as herself and all the trial's and tribulations that entailed. One such responsibility, minor as it is, was answering the summons of her faction's leader even as the sky's opened up in opposition of her journey. 

Gooseflesh rippled across her exposed flesh as rain fell into the shadowed alleys that she walked. A palm frond was held above her head, but it made a poor umbrella whenever the wind picked up and swept the frond to and fro. Regardless of the weather and her poor attire, Yukino drifted through Miso's forgotten pathways toward the meeting. 

Being a Mahou Shoujo was her life, she had no other obligation beyond sustaining herself after this duty. There was no school for her to study and meet her peers on a level field. A family wasn't awaiting the verdant house she squatted in. And while she may have only recently became a Mahou Shoujo, she knew the city enough to know not to seek adventure outside of her duties. Yukino had a purpose to fulfill in order to reimburse the Contractor for coming to her with his deal, and she would do this with aplomb if need be.

She may have been cold, but she would never know hunger again. For a deal that good she'd get over her own shyness around others and be the hero Miso wanted. [color=yellowgreen]"Hmm, I should hurry. Don't want to be late..."[/color] Her voice came as a low whisper, if one had been beside her they'd  have questioned if she spoke at all. It was how she liked it to be. The sound of water stiking a leaf and her sandals upon water where all that would trail her as she hastened her steps to the meeting of Mahou Shoujo.