Up on the housetop, click, click, click,
The fabric of reality tore open for a tick.
It was a truly undramatic event. One moment she was simply there, seated in the lotus position in the middle of the building's rooftop, shrouded in her robes of an unusual shade of green. She remained motionless, eyes closed. Short, twin blades were strapped across her back, but no other weapons were visible on her person.
She simply say, and waited for the response she knew would come, even if she was unaware of exactly what form it would take.
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