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Sarah sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. Agh, she was starting to feel her age these days. Maybe she should retire sometime soon, from both of her jobs. She was good at juggling them while also being a parent, but also teaching a new magical girl? If it was Isana she could do it easily, but fate seemed to have a rather annoying twist to it. She had an affinity for the metal element, whilst she was of the lightning.

She could teach theory and basics, but anything else? She'd have to let that happy go lucky chef handle it, as much as she would rather her not.

[color=aba000]"Aaaah, at least she's not ice."[/color] She sighed, leaning back in her comfy office chair and draining the rest of her coffee. [color=aba000]"I'd have to disown her."[/color] She chuckled to herself, gathering up the last stack of papers she had signed. There was a new exhibit opening next week, and along with inspecting the artifacts in question for authenticity as well as getting the promotions and handling clerical duties, she had her hands full with a lot of things.

[color=slategray]"Hey! Who'd be disowning who now?"[/color]

[color=aba000]"Wuh?!"[/color] Sarah jumped lightly as the door to her office was almost thrown off its hinges, nearly dropping both her coffee and the papers Isana walked in, her usual lively stride carrying her to a couch nearby before plopping down. Her usual fancy attire was slightly disheveled. Sarah sighed, shaking her head with a small smile. Well, she couldn't say anything since she had been the exact same way. [color=aba000]"Do I need to remind you to be quiet in the museum grounds?"[/color]

[color=slategray]"Eh, no ones here this late."[/color] Isana replied with a shrug as she pulled out an energy drink from he purse. [color=slategray]"'Sides if you're gonna disown me, I don't gotta listen to ya."[/color] Isana gave her mom a dismissive wave as she pulled open the drink.

[color=aba000]"You work here part time,"[/color] Sarah walked over, whacking her daughter lightly on the head. [color=aba000]"And I'm your boss, so you have to listen to me anyways."[/color]

[color=slategray]"Ow-well, what can I say, I'm terrible at following rules."[/color]

[color=aba000]"I know that very well, thank you."[/color] Sarah chuckled lightly. [color=aba000]"Well anyways, how was your day, Isana? Finish all your work?"[/color]

[color=slategray]"Yeah. Cleaned the exhibits, mopped the floor, filed paper work. School was...eh, you know, same old same old."[/color] she replied dismissively. [color=slategray]"...so when am I gonna get to see the mummies?"[/color]

[color=aba000]"Maybe once I think you won't try and harm them."[/color] Sarah replied, filing some papers in a few cabinets. [color=aba000]"Because I could have sworn I received a call from your principal today."[/color]

[color=slategray]"Ah? He coming to the next exhibit?"[/color]

[color=aba000]"Well, he did call about that."[/color] Sarah said with a small smile as she finished the papers. [color=aba000]"However, he also mentioned something odd happening. Something about the car of a a certain disliked teacher having had its engine displaced during school hours. Pretty sure he said something about a rolled up ball of metal, too, being found on the basketball court."[/color] Isana nearly choked and sputtered on her drink.

[color=slategray]"Ahahaha, w-weird how that happened, huh. Crazy."[/color] Isana glanced away from her mother, a small bit of cold sweat forming on her forehead.

[color=aba000]"It is, isn't it?"[/color] Sarah took a seat back in her chair, resting her chin on her hands and smiling menacingly at her daughter.

[color=slategray]"...h-hey now, someone totally wouldn't have turned the cars engine into scrap metal then used it for a basketball, hahahah. That's crazy."[/color] She chuckled nervously, nervously taking another drink of the energy soda. [color=slategray]"Weird how that happens."[/color]

[color=aba000]"Isana Mulryan~?"[/color] Her mother replied in a suspiciously nice tone.

[color=slategray]"Okay okay, I totally played basketball with it!"[/color]

[color=aba000]"Goddamn it Isana."[/color] Sarah sighed, leaning back in her chair. Despite her tone, she didn't seem too upset, luckily for the teenager. [color=aba000]"I don't care if you have fun with it, but can you try not to cause a scene?"[/color]

[color=slategray]"What? The guys a tool and everyone found it hilarious."[/color]

[color=aba000]"Just don't get caught, okay? Next time just don't leave it behind. I'd really rather not find my daughter the subject of new government experiments."[/color]

[color=slategray]"Yeah yeah, I'm not gonna get caught."[/color] Isana replied with a dismissive tone. 
[color=slategray]"Anyways, mom, you said you wanted to talk to me about something before we left?"[/color]

[color=aba000]"Mhm."[/color] Sarah frowned. She had thought of how she was going to approach the subject, but no idea sounded great to her. How could she send her own daughter to fight those beasts? Let alone let someone else teach her? It made her nervous. The others probably couldn't understand even if she asked about it. None of them had kids, and their apprentices weren't going to be their own flesh and blood. [color=aba000]"...I suppose it's time I stopped putting off getting into contact with Ishimiya."[/color] Sarah said. [color=aba000]"Like me, she's a magical girl of the older guard, but she's of the Metal element. That is to say, she is the going to train you.[/color]"

[color=slategray]"Eh? Really?"[/color] Isana replied, sitting up.

[color=aba000]"It's best if you have some sort of teacher."[/color] Sarah said, standing up and grabbing her own purse and a light jacket. [color=aba000]"I can't teach you because my element is lightning, unfortunately."[/color]

[color=slategray]"Eeeeh...I dunno, I think I'm pretty good as is."[/color] Isana said with a small frown, standing up as her mom walked to the door. Isana grabbed her bag, following her out of the office and towards the Museum's entrance. 
[color=slategray]"Not like its something I can't just pickup?"[/color]

[color=aba000]"Isana, shadow beasts are dangerous."[/color] Sarah replied seriously, stopping in front of the doors of the museum to turn and face her daughter. [color=aba000]"They're not things you can just casually take on by yourself or carelessly-"[/color]

Mid sentence, a loud, piercing malevolent shriek echoed through the darkness of the night.

[color=slategray]"...speaking of..."[/color] Isana looked up at her mom with a gleam in her eye. An almost endearing, childish excitement. Sarah sighed, she couldn't say no here, could she? The older magical girl quickly adjusted Isana's tie, before giving her a quick hug and holding her shoulders.

[color=aba000]"Alright. If I tell you no you're gonna go anyways."[/color]

[color=slategray]"Hehe, I'm glad I have one of the cool parents."[/color] She grinned, earning another smack on the head from Sarah.

[color=aba000]"I'm serious. You be careful, Isana. If I have to come save you, you're grounded for a week."[/color]

[color=slategray]"I'll be fiiiine, you worry to much mom."[/color] Isana turned, bolting out of the museum.

Maybe one of the other girls would show up? It'd be a good idea to go on patrol herself anyways, in case she found the heir of the lightning element. Sighing, and wishing she could have just one more cup of coffee, Sarah pulled on her jacket and headed out herself.

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Running to the source of the commotion wasn't hard. Isana was already fairly physically fit, being a magical girl only made her physical state better. Running across rooftops, across streets, and generally taking the quickest route there, she was at the site within minutes. A convenience store? She could snag a few snacks on the way out once the shadow beast was taken care of. In fact, she could take enough to have enough for awhile, heh.

Pushing that slightly errant thought aside, Isana leaped from the roof of a nearby building, landing on the ground. Right, she needed a weapon. Casually walking by a street lamp, she stopped just long enough to put a hand on it. The metal began warping and morphing, shrinking and compacting itself into a rather crude, hunk of steel. It wasn't the most elegant of weapons, but a giant 'fuck you' club to some monsters head worked just as well as a blade did.

Hefting the mass of metal over her shoulders, Isana walked towards the convenience store, ready to lay the beat down on whatever manner of beast this was.