Chrysocolla had, depending on who you asked, either chosen a bad time or a good place to work on filling her quota. It wasn't a
poor area of town - there were undoubtedly plenty of Senshi and Knights patrolling the area - but she couldn't sense them, and so that meant they either didn't exist or they weren't close enough to matter. Why worry? She did enough worrying about her grades, so she'd officially deemed Chrysocolla time a time without those sort of worries.
If she worried, she'd let herself get angry, and -- well. Chrysocolla didn't like herself when she got angry. She turned into a very ugly person, then.
Instead, she was sitting on a bench, wearing a cream hoodie to protect her arms from the cold and sipping a coffee. And the young woman beside her? Oh, surely they
knew each other...if one didn't look close enough to see Chrysocolla's hand on the small of the woman's back, an orb forming in her palm. Sleeping people were easier targets, after all, even if being outside meant goody-two-shoes would tattle on her if they sensed her aura. But she didn't sense any auras! All she saw was a pink-haired girl calling out for a cat.
(The jacket was on, but not zipped, and the hood wasn't up -- her black, splintered holes were on full display.)
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