[When a certain newly arrived prophetess is exploring Springstar, a certain tanuki in disguise is establishing herself in the identity of a woman who, even now, is tied up waiting to be disposed of in the safe house of a Zenite demon. As the Tribune's speech winds down in the courtyard, a dark-haired beauty in the sort of garb favored by Springstar citizens, loose and layered with a simple tie, tries to make her way through the crowds. Her arms are full of scrolls and other paraphernalia, overflowing with them, actually, and when she tries to navigate the dispersing crowds, giving a little smile and nod as she tries to move around a certain Jade-
That is precisely when someone else bumps into her and she seems to lose her tight grip on her things, a soft "oh-" beginning to form on her lips as some of the scroll tubes go clattering to the cobblestone ground at their feet.]
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That is precisely when someone else bumps into her and she seems to lose her tight grip on her things, a soft "oh-" beginning to form on her lips as some of the scroll tubes go clattering to the cobblestone ground at their feet.]