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Every so often, the angel and the detective met in a coffee shop. Their meeting place was usually a chain shop, one with the same neon sign, wall boards listing overpriced drinks, and small wobbly tables as any other of its kind. This time was no exception. As usual, there was a scattering of customers waiting in line or enjoying their drinks. It was that time when late afternoon was starting to become early evening, and the shop was filled with the buzz of chatter and radio music piped from the wall speakers. People were constantly coming and going, or just sitting and enjoying some time off their feet.

In short, it was the perfect place for a quiet meeting between a magical girl and one that was something slightly different.

Moira sipped her coffee as she waited, peering over the rim of her cup to eye the shop and the street outside. Even here, where she was as safe as she was going to get outside of a dimensional room or a coven of other monstergirls, she couldn't quite shake her unease at being disguised. Her shoulderblades itched in a way that had nothing to do with the dark turtleneck she'd conjured up and everything to do with feeling vulnerable without her wings. Sitting alone at her table, she was getting a few looks from passers by, but a quick glance back confirmed they weren't hunters. They'd just seen her sitting alone. A quiet, relieved sigh, and she glanced to the clock in the corner of her vision. Two more minutes until her contact and acquaintance was supposed to arrive.

Vicky. The detective, junior member, and paradoxically also the driving force for this city's team of magical girls, she was also one of the few people Moira trusted whole-heartedly and the reason she could afford to relax here, however slightly. She was also the only member of her team that knew the truth about their arrangement.

It was one of Vicky's many quirks that she was consistently, obsessively insistent about arriving exactly on time. Moira'd made a joke about wizards never arriving late to her once, and gotten an unamused glare for her trouble. Still, Moira felt like she could joke and relax around her without wondering if she was going to have her throat cut if she wasn't paying attention. If anything, Vicky was always watchful enough for the two of them.

Moira saw a familiar baseball cap at the door, and grinned. Putting her cup down, she waved at her friend as she walked in and over to her table.

"Hey, Vicky." she smiled. "Saved you a chair."

Where Moira was fine-featured, blonde-haired, and tall, Vicky was in many ways her opposite. Serious-looking and dark-haired, the detective's usual frown slowly shifted into a thin but sincere smile.

"Moira." She said simply, tilting her head back slightly to look her in the eyes. "You ran into trouble?"

Moira nodded glumly. "Yeah. Don't worry, I'm pretty sure I wasn't followed, but I need to stay at your place a few days, or a week, just in case."

Vicky's frown was back.

"A whole week'll cost you." The magical detective commented thoughtfully. "And I'll need to come up with something good to tell the others." She paused. "Alice won't like needing to find a hotel again, even if you did fix up the wards last time."

"Well...sorry for the trouble." Moira mumbled, and meant it. "I wouldn't bother you about it, but I have a really bad feeling about things this time. Better safe than sorry, right?"

Vicky was giving her a look that suggested she was going to ask for details about just what'd happened "this time", so Moira hastily decided to change the subject.

"It's in the bag, Vicky. All three thousand."

They'd known each other for long enough that Vicky didn't bother to check, instead nodding after a long moment.

"Fine." Vicky sat back in her chair. "I'll tell them you had a run-in with some crazies or monsters. It's close enough to the truth. You can just leave it on the kitchen counter when you leave."

"Thanks, Vicky." Moira sighed in relief. "I owe you one."

"Again." Vicky replied, tone slightly sour. She was right, Moira had to admit. This was the fourth time now that she'd used their city as a hiding spot.

There was a moment of awkward silence, eventually broken by Moira.

"So...what've you been up to?" Moira asked. Any other magical girl, and she wouldn't even think about asking, but Vicky wasn't like most of them.

"Hunting. Talking. Looking for the truth."

Moira groaned at Vicky's last words. "Here we go again..."

"It doesn't add up. You say it was a car accident. My memories? Car accident. One of every six girls that pass through? The same story. Car accident. Just the details change. It's a cover." Vicky jabbed the air for emphasis with one finger, her expression almost comically serious. "That's not the only thing, either. Someone's out there, doing all this, and I'm going to find out who or what."

"Come on, Vicky, give it a rest. You want to know who's doing it? I'll give you a hint. 'Puuchu.'" Moira massaged her forehead, knowing that they were going to have this argument again. "You're not a secret agent, Vicky. Hell, you're closer to being a Bond girl than James Bond."

"James Bond." Vicky echoed, resting her chin in one small hand and tilting her head back to fix Moira with a stare. "Spy movies."
Moira didn't roll her eyes much, but she felt a strong, overwhelming urge to do so at Vicky's reply. "Yes, Vicky." She said, drawing the words out. "Spy movies. You're not starring in one."

"Which one?"

"Huh?" Moira blinked.

"Which James Bond movie do you remember seeing first?" Vicky asked matter of factly. Only the playful glint in her eyes gave her away. Moira gave her an incredulous look, to which Vicky simply shrugged.

This was an old game between them. One of them'd ask the other something about their past from before, trying to jog memories loose. It was an unspoken rule between them that failing to answer at all meant handing over some kind of payment.
 For Vicky, it was just another tool to finding out what she was convinced was the truth behind their "falsified memories implanted to make us stop questioning what's really going on here". For Moira, it was a literal headache that she put up with because Vicky was one of the few friends she had.

"This again? Okay...Um...Well...Ah..." Moira spluttered, then scowled and fished a silver bracelet from her backpack and pushed it across the table. She'd stolen it from a flea market a few cities back when her power's urges had gotten the better of her, and it'd almost gotten her caught. She wasn't sure why she'd kept it in the first place. "How'm I supposed to remember something like that? I haven't seen one in years."

Vicky gave her a significant look.

"I don't remember, okay? Shut up." Moira grumbled. "Doesn't mean anything and you know it."

Vicky shook her head firmly, expression serious. "No. Knowing's a mistake. You can't trust what you think you know where magic's involved. Verify. Always verify." The dark-haired detective lectured, waving her finger at her friend. Moira just shook her head.

"I swear, Vicky, sometimes I think you were working for the CIA or something before you got dragged into this. That, or wearing a tin foil hat and ranting about 'protecting your precious bodily fluids'." Moira grumbled, making air quotes with her fingers.

"Maybe." Vicky shrugged, glancing around the coffee shop to make sure they were alone. "That's the question, isn't it?"

"And I'm pretty sure that's someone else's catchphrase." Moira snarked, sipping her coffee. The shop was starting to quiet down as the two sat there in companionable silence.

Generated character:
Vicky
Str 4+2+1+1=8
Vit 4+1+1=6
Agi 4+5=9
Luck 4+1+1=6

Age:
15 years

Body Development:
Average

Specialization:
Darkness +2 Str, +1 Vit

Transformation phrase:
"Running in the shadows, searching for the truth. Asking the questions no one else can!"

Weapons:
Switchblade (+1 Vit, +1 Str)

Outfit:
Flowing (Long, navy blue trenchcoat and hat) +1 Str

Magical Powers:
Third Eye
Power of Friendship

Perks:
Allies +1 Luck +1
Training (Investigation)
Closure +1 Luck
Incognito
Enhanced Transformation