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Shizuri slouched in her hammock tracing characters on the screen of her tablet with her finger. Then her stomach rumbled. She reached out towards the pizza box and barely managed to nudge the lid open before it tumbled, empty, to the floor.

[color=0072bc]"FID!"[/color]

There was an undignified squeek from the top of one of the bookcases and a small head emerged with spots of pizza sauce on the chin.

[color=a0410d]"Ummm... hey. I think you're out of food here and... uhhh... You're late for your patrol anyway."[/color]

Shizuri craned her neck to look at the clock on the wall before climbing down from the hammock and tossing her tablet onto the desk. She strode to the window and pulled it open. With a black marker pulled from her pocket, she wrote the word transform on her hand.

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Still wreathed in the inky black tendrils and holding the marker, Kuroe stepped through the window onto the balcony. With the marker, she wrote a poem onto the air.

[b][color=000000][center][i]Featherlight footsteps
Dancing through the empty sky
A walkway of stars[/i][/center][/color][/b]
Then the magical girl stepped out into the sky, moving through the air in leaps and bounds over the rooftops.