At the airport that houses the Divine Angel's private jet, the screech of tires can be heard as a white '63 Stingray pulls up to the gate. A security guard emerges from the booth and gives a tap on the darkly tinted window before it rolls down. Even if it hadn't been for the tint, the driver inside would've been impossible to see, until she turned the interior light on, giving her form.
>Guard: What is your business here? >Spirit: Duh. The WWA is sending us to Paris for the show. Even if i'm not booked I'm going to be there so I can haunt Steeli and ruin her trip like she ruined my Rookie's chances at the Spark Championship. >Guard: Alright. Just let me check a few things first. You have your passport?Spirit reaches over to the glovebox, as it pops open a few rounds of ammunition fall out. Huh, weird she thought, those weren't in there earlier. She grabs the paperwork and hands it to the guard who has an eyebrow cocked, but is smart enough to know better than to ask about what the Angels bring with them to the airport after the 'purple rain' incident.He looks it over, punches a few bits of info into a tablet he's carrying, which blares a noise at him in return
>Guard: Uh, Miss Emilia. It says here this vehicle is barred from travel to Paris>Spirit: What do you mean this vehicle is barred? Like, i'm allowed but cars aren't? Do they not drive in France or something?>Guard: It says here this vehicle was flagged in an investigation into a terrorist plot to blow up the Eiffel Tower.Spirit pulls out her phone, looking up the info. It's legit, there's even security footage capturing the incident (
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cBbs9Vg9QXk&t=29s) much to her surprise.
>Spirit: Well then fuck, I guess I'll just float around Paris. Any other problems?>Guard: Um, your passport was revoked. Apparently you're deceased?>Spirit: Well FUCK! I guess I'm one waifu that won't be in Paris. 