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>Follow the Rumor of the Bus in Reverse. Uwasas were dangerous back then.
Chase the culprit and it will run away, but crime scenes won’t grow legs. That would make sense if… you weren’t chasing a bus. It remain the best choice regardless, chasing a teleporter and one with such a high pitched, echoing voice seems like torture. You convey Sana as much.
λ Sana: Ok.
What a simple answer. Sana un-transforms into her Mizuna Girl’s School uniform, a short-sleeved purple dress that goes over a long-sleeved white shirt and sports a short skirt above long dark socks. You ask her why- since nobody can see her anyway.
λ Sana: It’s just that, walking next to normal people while wearing my Magical Girl outfit… It makes me feel like I’m a weird person.
Oh well; it’s not like it’s an inconvenience anyway. Any empty street would do according to the Rumor, all you need now stuff to call it- and you know where to find it. And you tell her.
λ Sana: H-huh?!
There’s no one to ask for help and stealing such specific items would take too long, so this will have to do. A discarded broomstick, a chunk of a bed’s backrest, a black crayon, and a pen with a cat-shaped tip; that’s what Sana could dig from the trash box between the school and the school supply store. She keeps apologizing to the freaked-out cats as she pretty much dives into that awful-smelling box, looking for something to glue it all together, screaming as a cockroach walks over her hands. Such is the task of the Emissary of the Law of Cycles.
λ Sana: Kaname-san, I found this.
Despite smelling like shit now, Sana seems proud as she holds out a piece of wet cardboard that’s still surrounded by some scotch tape. You wonder if that can still glue anything at this point.
λ Sana: I’m not sure if this will work... I just have to remove it carefully, carefully…
This is going to take a while, isn’t it? You dive into the trash yourself for the sake of efficiency, and find a perfectly fine paper tape roll in less than a minute. But when you show it to Sana, she looks sad.
λ Sana: Oh. Um, good job, Kaname-san… I’m sorry.
She’s halfway through peeling that tape off the cardboard. Looking at Sana’s dirty nails, you toss the paper tape roll back into the trash.
λ Sana: You tossed it back? Why?
You let Sana know that paper tape doesn’t stick that well on wood. It’s a total lie, but there’s no way she’d know.
λ Sana: Oh, too bad. That’s such a shame.
It is. You use your little paws to help hold that piece of cardboard as she peels the dirty tape off it. It’s a slow process.
