High school is terrible, and Ellie has a bad case of 'senioritis'. She has a better reason than most of her peers though; wraiths won't hunt themselves. Still, if she comes in a couple times a week, social services will stay off her ass. And she wants to talk to the new girl, Fleming.
They share this lunch period, so she shouldn't be too hard to track down.
Unless Ellie or the Incubator seems to object she'll borrow one of those.
She's sorting them into two piles, one slightly smaller than the other. Gwen can have one from the smaller pile.
That works.
"I heard there are other magical girls in town," she says to the Incubator.
They haven't come here yet, it says, tail flicking placidly. They will soon, assuming the pattern of their movement continues.
They can't really say anything in front of it, verbally or not.
She goes.
Gwen goes home to worry. She hasn't met any magical girls besides Ellie, and she's not hopeful. If they want recruits, how can she leave her territory? Maybe they won't ask her to. She sleeps.
Close fight, if it comes to that. But not overwhelming force, so they probably aren't looking for one. As long as she's not caught alone.
Ugh. She should hunt with Fleming tonight.
Fleming won't know what she's thinking. Fleming is busy trying not to think about their visitors. She sets out that night to patrol as usual.
"There isn't any where they're concerned. And they'll probably be better at finding us."
No weapons here either.
"They seem a little nervous. Maybe try smiling."
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