“Who is that?” “Damn kids.” “Is there a convention in town?” These words followed her everywhere. She was used to them now and hardly ever used her ‘normal’ old form anymore. Id didn’t feel right to pretend to be normal after everything that had happened, everything she’d done. Miaka was dead, the Amethyst Witch was what had taken her place. “You should try and keep a low profile you know.” That voice, she didn’t need to look to know that the small purple cat would be there. “What I do is none of your business.” she sneered back. “there’s only one reason you’d come to me so tell me where she is.” “You’re my avatar, everything you do is my business. Remember that. She’s in Sushima school, only just awoken.” Without a word the witch changed direction and started walking in the other direction tossing a few count at a stall and grabbing a bag of fried meat without stopping, the tiny small animal scampering to keep up. “What about Higanbana? That’s her territory?” “What about her, if she tries to stop me again it will be a two for one special today. No girl, or team will keep me from my goal.” her voice was a low determined hiss that to a human would send shills down their spine. “And what goal is that?” “To win the war, of course.” She kept walking, crumpling the now empty bag and tossing it into a trash can before dodging into a western fast food place, it would at least have a bathroom where she could change. “It’s been a long time hasn’t it?” The mascot was sitting next to the sink as Miaka examined herself in the mirror. “Are you talking about this form or the school?” “Both.” “She’s new, right? Just a rookie. I’ll go in, find her, kill her and get out. It won’t take long.” She exited the cramped room and was out the door before anyone noticed it wasn’t the ‘cosplayer’ exiting but just an ordinary schoolgirl.