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While she ran, Alicia was being watched from a distance. Her route was closely monitored. After all, no action could be taken while she was running in a relatively open area. But, at some point during her run to the train station, it became apparent that the quickest route was straight through a currently closed department store. The building itself was still open enough for a Magical Girl, just all the stores were closed behind metal roll-up doors closing them off with colorful signs above, her shoes probably echoing a bit as she ran through. In here, protected by the walls of the closed department store, this would be fine.

A portal suddenly opened, quickly widening from nothing at all to a two-meter diameter hole in reality in front of Alicia. It was a certain distance away, so she’d have time to stop and review the situation. With the assumption that she’d actually stop and not attempt to just run around, a girl would calmly step out of it. A somewhat tall girl, with white skin and very long straight white hair reaching her knees, a dark elaborate dress holding her body and an eyepatch covering her right eye. Her expression was blank, and with her right arm she was clutching a large stuffed bunny…

Behind her a much shorter, seven-and-a-half year old girl, whose hands were fluid-feathered wings and body seemingly entirely composed of black liquid with white color lighting up her face to simulate a face, eyes staring down at a notebook currently partly submerged in her right fluid wing. Clearly a monster-girl, a liquid harpy. Assuming Alicia hadn’t taken initiative by now, the portal to darkness they had come from would close, and Eli would start speaking while reading off her notes. Her voice sounded… defeated.

[color=57a345]‘Name: Alicia Hayden. Affiliation: Beacon. Specialization: Light. The purifying light-specialization brings with it the side-effect that its user can tell if those they speak to are lying…’[/color]

[color=077ae6]‘… Meaning, you’ll know I’m telling the truth.’[/color] Mariette finished, a certain triumph in her tone, her expression touched by a small smile as she looked at the girl in front of her.

[color=077ae6]‘Hello, Alicia. I am Mariette Pedersen. I wish to speak with you.’[/color]