As the figure ran she tracked his movement through the ravens in place throughout the park. No matter how fast he ran she'd be able to find a raven in position and switch to it's sight in order to track this figure. The whole neighborhood was under her eye, not all at once but with little more than a fast switch from one spot to another. There was no way this stranger was going to escape her sight.

[i]Perhaps I could trace his route back to where he came. I could discover his hideout and possibly his benefactor. This could be the revelation I'm seeking. All I need to do is concentrate...[/i]

[b]"I'm sorry! We didn't mean to get you noticed! I-I'll change back right away, if that helps,"[/b]

She could hear her voice distantly spoken to her. She had to concentrate, this was an opportunity that was hard to pass up but at the same time if she left herself be completely vulnerable in the meanwhile it would make her an easy target. She was exposed and even if she trusted the two other magical girls in full, something she did not despite their kind exterior, the attention they drew would make her a target for any others who might happen to be in the area. She'd argue that it was quite unlikely for someone to just happen upon a magical girl in a place that saw as little foot traffic as this but given the fact two magical girls had made a B-line right for her in the first day of her visit here that clearly wasn't a safe bet to make.

She was torn. As much as she'd of desired to pull away the veil on this growing conspiracy she's only just scratched the surface of with this chance encounter the idea of losing everything out of recklessness burned a pit in her stomach. This opportunity, so close and yet...

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In an instant her sight returned to her. For that flash of an instant her whole body tensed with stress brought upon by the inner turmoil this lose/lose situation had engendered within her. Returned to her body however she returned to her focus, her expression falling back into one of placidity. She knew better than to cling to stress. When her body was so fragile even stress could fell her this well regimented control she held over her mind was very well necessary. Honed through combat with the shades she's learned much discipline in what little time she's lived.

[b]"Let's find somewhere safer,"[/b]

Hearing Fuyuko's proposal she silently nodded in agreement. Seeing as the other two had reverted to their standard forms she figured it was only proper she did as well so as to not draw undue attention to them as a group. With a thought the darkness which clung to her form and comprised her attire peeled away into a cloud of raven's feathers which were carried away on an unfelt wind, the feathers frittering away into nothingness like drifting embers consumed by a lightless flame.

Now cleared of the magic her hair was back to it's pleasantly light golden hue. She was sat in a rather plain wheelchair, albeit one with an electric motor and an oxygen tank fastened to it's side. Her clothes were back to their normal state, far less ostentatious and quite frankly more to her liking.

With a subtle motion she manipulated the controls, urging her chair back onto the solid pathway where she awaited Fuyuko's lead since she seemed like she wished to continue conversing.
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