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[color=ed1c24][b]“Try to keep up~”[/b][/color] 

That was about all the advice Ozma gave to the other Magical Girl. She left the actual pep talk and teaching to Valeria and Maria. She never said how the others could follow, only to simply do so. However they traversed in London’s streets was up to them so long as they weren’t seen by humans. Despite the invisible nature of their magic, it was surprisingly easy for people to claim catching the supernatural on camera these days. Or so they liked to believe. 

The open-ended nature of Ozma’s request was, perhaps, an unspoken lesson of its own. Whatever method of travel best suited a Magical Girl was entirely dependent on their abilities and, often, their personality. Ozma passively kept track of where each girl was in accordance to her own zipping location. Curiosity and maybe a little amusement had the Crimson Comet grinning. Despite the worries of some of the other girls, it almost seemed she wasn’t taking this patrol any more seriously than normal. But Ozma’s flight pattern soon changed.

Diverged from the city’s streets, she took the class away from human presence and into further reaches near the outskirts of London. Their destination was [url=https://i.imgur.com/9bt6pFU.png]eventually revealed[/url] as an abandoned mall long since left to cater undergrowth and decay. Maybe the city saw no use to fully demolish it or maybe it just wasn’t in their budget. Maybe the locals thought it was a fun place to evoke urban legends. Whatever the case, the mall was still standing, as run down and beaten up as it was. Ozma hovered her broom through an opening in the roof and descended into the lowly lit building. By the time everyone gathered back together her hands were waving with a red glow.

Spells were enacted, a rising forcefield of magic bubbling up the abandoned mall to keep them inside. Or to keep something from getting out. There was method to her madness however. Even the weakest of the gathered girls could sense the growing darkness around them, the wild presence of Pageless that piqued their interest upon their arrival. [color=ed1c24][b]“Seems we found the place just rife with them,”[/b][/color] Ozma commented, finishing her spell and grinning down at the class from her broom.

[color=ed1c24][b]“Oi lasses, you all know the Pageless are getting right and antsy these days. Some of you may have noticed they were following us. Bold little devils they are now; better to lead them here and box em all up for one fell swoop.”[/b][/color] Ozma tipped her hat forward and leaned back on her broom. Her expression was unreadable even as she smirked. [color=ed1c24][b]“There’s another reason we’re here though. Well, we’re not supposed to be but since when was this country founded on following rules? We’re hunting for someone.”[/b][/color] said Ozma with a gloved finger to her lips in a hushing motion.

[color=ed1c24][b]“Some of you encountered her before and we’ll be relying on that experience to wrangle her. Consider this patrol off the record, if you catch my meaning yah?”[/b][/color] It was all but spoken confirmation the Grand Ministry didn’t even know they were here, calling into question if Ozma was even approved to lead this patrol. Such thoughts wouldn’t last long, not when the Pageless Ozma mentioned grew restless. They hissed and buzzed, the darkness taking shape with beady eyes gazing back at the girls from behind Ozma. Their bodies easily blended into the thick greenery of overgrowth.

[color=ed1c24][b]“What? Is something behind me~?”[/b][/color]
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