[h3]Talulah Fourier[/h3][i]& Trifoliata[/i]

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In a past life, Talulah might have thought hunting criminals would itself have been a criminal misuse of her skills. Even now, it still twinged a minor annoyance in her, but she was able to recognize that it was a civic duty as a witch, especially one well-suited for tracking such as herself. Looking among her companions, she didn’t think the same of the others, though—the black-haired girl could only think what a motley group of girls this operation had thrown together. 

She could see one of the other witches throwing glances towards the one in clanking full armor, and the other one dressed in full white.
Two beacons in the night. 

This experience was definitely different than what she was used to abroad. Being back in Lumiere was almost a novel experience after being in the sandy deserts for so long, but being an entire ocean and them some between her and the nasty wind-swept curses that had sent her back home in the first place was a welcome respite. If she hadn’t been convalescing, she wouldn’t even have participated in an operation like this, but Trifoliata had insisted on it as a way to ease her back into the groove. Exploring and researching artifacts in the field was her raison d’etre. 

Had it just been herself, Talulah would have insisted on diving straight into Notte’s Labyrinth. The ruins in particular wasn’t the brand of ancient empire that she was most interested in, but it was still remnants of an ancient empire, after all. 

Trifoliata also said that doing things like this was a good way to rebuild her shattered reputation at home, but that was neither here no there. Either way, she was here, and Talulah was hardly going to disagree that hunting down criminal scum and putting them down if needed was necessary. 

Talulah made a dramatic gallic shrug when the azure-haired witch finally commented on the composition of their little party. “I suppose it can’t be helped.” Her words were conciliatory, but it was clear that she was finding the silliness at least somewhat amusing. 

She and Trifoliata had scouting covered, and she said as much. “Trifle’s in the air ahead of us. She’ll let us know if she sees anything.”

Despite the distance involved, mistress and familiar could still talk to each other. The falcon’s smooth voice was audible to others, although slightly distorted by distance. “[i]…I’m gonna smack you. But no, I don’t see anything yet. From my perspective it’s obvious the neighborhood knows we’re around.[/i]”

The black-robed witch sighed, making her twintails sway as she shook her head. At least with a Lantern around, even if they bumbled around, she could still lock on to something.