✗ witchtime.

To answer her question, Jet took another step forward, trying to ‘see’ her, but to no avail. “No, not exactly,” he replied, still trying to make out her entire form it wasn’t just an outline. Who was she? Was this some sort of magic?

       Nevertheless, she was still impressed that he could “see” anything at all. However, she was debating on revealing herself to him or not. The risk of angels attacking was minimal, but that could change at any given moment. So for now, she remained in Purgatorio.

A run through the streets and down an alleyway would be what the male vigilante was doing. Cops swarmed all for a single gem he stole. Of course, hiding from the police was harder than it seemed in a open plaza. Cutting down another alley, the male jumped up the walls, almost disappearing in broad daylight. He sat on the rooftop smiling, throwing the jewel into air a few inches before catching it multiple times.

"That was almost too easy, honestly," he stated to himself. He sighed out, releasing the pulse of electromagnetic waves that he was emitting from his form, but his eyes turned sharp when he ‘felt’ something in those waves. Jumping up, the male turned them back on, having them pinpoint the location of the figure.

It was a woman, standing at the opposite end of the building. Quite the figure, even though Jet could only see the outline of it for some reason or other. Was she invisible…?

'When the hell did she get there…?!'

So this was the presence that he kept feeling from above him as he ran through the plaza. The male always wondered why he thought something was up, but when he looked, he saw nothing. It made no sense. He wasn’t insane…

               Until a certain Umbran Witch strutted her way in, of course. Although she was in Purgutario--where neither she or the Vigridians will intervene. And as she walked above the city on the rooftops, she noticed the scene of a young man getting chased by the local police. They were shouting, “Thief!” at him. He must have stolen something very precious for the police to be pursuing him in the middle of the plaza. She watches the scene unfold until the boy climbed up the wall of the building that she was standing on. He then sits for a moment as he basks in his little victory. The witch decided to walk in his direction, but merely passing him to look over the plaza. The police were still trying to find the boy. Humorous. It wasn’t until then that she noticed him behind her, about to tap her shoulder. Silly child.

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