"Confound it," Asta muttered as the scene was diffused by the guards rather quickly.  Her hand fell still before it could even move to make a cast and she pushed her way back through the crowd to find somewhere else to be.  Magi weren't trusted, so she chose not to outwardly utilize her power, choosing to hide in throngs of people when she used making an average event into a more exciting one.  Still, she had to find some way to stop the church's power-grab over Magi.  Her people would, one tribe at a time, abandon this entire plane of existence.  They thought that by leaving it they would be safe from the effects of magic gradually ebbing away...  But no, as soon as this world faced such a drastic change, their home plane would almost certainly be next.  Either the Church would take it too or the Ydra there would have their own issues with the disappearance of magic.  It was all connected and her family and friends just wanted to bury their heads in the sand.  Disgusting.

As the crowd dispersed, going back to business as usual, she was able to make it more easily down the street.  Was everybody in this town perpetually drunk, or was there a holiday she simply didn't know about?  Men everywhere were tottering about and shouting at random people for no reason.  It wasn't until she saw a crowd and a few guards chasing after somebody shouting about him being Machina.  It was hard to tell, he looked like a normal kid, albeit with some strange equipment to just take out walking.  This town was full of drunks [i]and[/i] interesting happenstance...  All day, it seemed.

She furrowed her brow as she caught sight of an older man sticking his walking cane out and caused the boy to fall straight into somebody in front of him, taking both of them to the ground.  She laughed at the comedy of the scene, recognizing the boy and the little girl [i]and[/i] her pet by the food stand.  They were the ones causing a commotion directly outside the bar.  A living Machina, a boy with no sense of direction, and a homeless girl toting a moorcat...  Three pretty big misfits all in a pile with the guards converging on them.