True to the songs lyrics the weather outside had been quite frightful for the past week and a half; however, it did not deter Sage from powering up and taking her wraith on a stroll to gather energy.

One thing worth noting was that she did in fact opt for a more festive outfit in lieu of the more Halloween esk ensemble she found herself in after henshining up each night she went on patrol. In place of the witches hat she wore a Santa hat over her tiara and over the dress she donned a Mrs Claus style coat she found at a thrift shop the other day. Red suede with white trim, it definitely looked the part, but most importantly it was warm. There was naught to be done about her boots but at night the purple looked more black than anything unless she was standing directly under a street light.

All in all it seemed to suit her nonetheless all the while serving its purpose of allowing her to walk through the crowds seamlessly while the wraith she summoned syphoned energy from civilians while hiding in the nooks and crevices between buildings.

The evening proceeded as expected, save for the a*****e who got a little too friendly at the bus stop and grabbed Hekate’s butt thinking she was something she mostly definitely wasn’t. Luck seemed to be in his favor to her displeasure, despite jinxing him with her attack. One of his buddies had been only a few blocks away when his body hit the snow and slush covered concrete with a resounding thud as the wraith drained the last bit of energy he had to give before passing out completely. Granted the Senshi of Jinxes would have been happier had he froze to death, well close to it since she had no real desire to be the reason someone died, she felt satisfied knowing that he would have one hell of a hangover type headache when he woke up.

“If it wasn’t that you’re a creature from Mirror Space I’d say you were my knight in shining armor.” Hekate hummed in an amused fashion as she toed at a snowmound that had built up against a blue USPS mailbox. Too bad they didn’t talk or show much emotion, what she’d give right now for a conversation with someone other than her reflection in the storefront glass window.

“Are you getting full?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow in curiosity half expecting to at least nod or show some sign of intelligence. God forbid it acknowledge her speaking to it. Nope, nada. It just hovered nearby blinking with that disturbingly focused look in its eyes that fixated on her in a haunting kind of way.

Noticing it appeared to be less transparent than it had been a few hours ago a thought struck her. Curious on how it would look with a Santa hat, and whether or not it would let her put it on its head, she moved to take hers off when an employee at one of the small business owned apparel shops burst out of the storefront shouting “STOP EM!” all the while pointing at someone in her general direction wearing a grey sweater with the hood pulled up over his, or her, head.

Tucked under one of their arms was a purse with the price tag hanging out the front. “Excuse me,” Hekate heard him say as he intentionally bumped a pedestrian walking the opposite way in the shoulder when he passed.

“Are you up for one more meal ticket?” The Senshi of Jinxes asked aloud knowing full well the wraith, which had been temporarily saved from wearing the ridiculous hat, would comply whether it wanted to or not. “Hekate Jinx” she said quietly when he got near enough. Purple tendrils of smoke snaked after its target who seemed to panic as it invaded his senses.

“What the ********> He hollered while trying to bat away at the magic. The thief took one step back then another but by then the smoke had dissipated. Confused, and somewhat worried, he glanced over his shoulder as the employee continued in his pursuit however when he took a step forward the slush beneath his foot slid and within a blink of an eye he was on his back looking up at a girl in a Mrs. Claus outfit.

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to steal?” She asked while he struggled to take a deep breath.

Black spots dotted the horizon which the man assumed was from looking at the street lamps but instead of fading as he blinked they seemed to grow at an alarming rate until he, like the man that had grabbed her a** earlier, passed out completely; compliments of her wraith since she didn’t lay a finger on either of them.

Within seconds the store clerk approached. Confusion wrought all over his face however his lack of breath made it nigh impossible to speak anything more than a repeated “Thank you,” as he leaned over to pick up the stolen bag. “Thank you,” he said again.

In response Hekate merely shrugged before turning around and walking away. Soon the cops would be there and she didn’t really want to be around when they showed up; witness obligations or not the Dark Mirror Senshi had no desire to answer arbitrary questions and risk putting herself in danger like that.

“Lets go.” She said and the wraith obeyed as it always did.