Shion could not believe her eyes when her phone played the spectacle her copy was watching. She'd just moments ago finished learning war-tank building by proxy, watching as several magical girls managed to turn a pirate ship into something straight out of a comic-book, and now not only had the police arrived for the first time in her career as a magi to the scene of an event, but the mechanical monster nearly ran them over. Reports from her stalking copy had fallen to monotonous as she waited for something interesting to film and Shion felt a moment of hesitation on whether or not to just send her to the door and knock. She decided against it as she jumped off the roof she had been settled on. In the quite recent past she'd finished her map of the city, integrated all but two of her copies, namely one from the train station and the one waiting bored at the hotel, and found herself in a local eatery that unbeknownst to had recently become a gathering place for several of her magical peers. Remaining in her transformed state for no particular reason other than to avoid having to do her incantation again when she wanted to travel quickly, she'd taken her seat and ordered a simple meal from the 'specials' section.
Makoto was upset. She'd gone through the trouble of using one of her patented Heroic Entrances™ and she was totally ignored! The whole point of Heroic Entrances™ was to make people notice that she'd arrived on the scene to bring justice and/or abject terror to those (un?)fortunate enough to be graced by her presence. Normally she'd get back at the group by messing up whatever they ignored her in favor of, but she didn't want to alert the other time magi she had felt earlier. She'd found herself sitting on one of the last remaining handrails across from the train station proper, wearing a rather adorable, if she did say so herself, pout, simply watching as the various girls and singular boy went about their business of metamorphosing a broken pile of wood and scrap into a vehicle that would make Mad Max cream himself. She'd just almost fallen asleep when local law enforcement appeared and the thing started moving like a fourteen year old trying to drive a crane. Not a demolition crane, mind you, but the bird, with an RC car glued to its back. She instinctively steadied herself with her tail as she began laughing, holding her gut and balancing on the rail in a way that nothing could logically emulate, a single vertebrae all that kept contact with the rail.
She supposed she could simply do away with the police herself with a flick of her tail, but she decided that watching the gathered magi try to talk and/or fight their way out would be more entertaining. She devoted a small section of her brainpower to watching for that portal girl's actions, however, not wanting to be left behind by such an amusing group, even if they were harsh critics. All the more reason to stay around and show them the way A True Heroine™ does things. Not to mention the feeling on the back of her neck that these people would lead her to a feast the likes of which she'd never had. 
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