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[attr="class","reasonbod"]Well, this was just getting silly. Rei had tried to get out of Minato-ku several times by now. Originally she had just wanted to get out for an evening ride. Enjoying the darkness and rush of speed, you only got while watching lights fly by. The ultimate kick of adrenaline when your head screams danger and your life flashes before your eyes while directly driving toward a light at full speed with her bike. The Honda CBR500R vibrating under her and howling alongside the wind. Tuned up to reach new heights and speeds, barely legal on the streets. And yet so far anyone had to even catch up to her. Not only because she was fast. But because she cheated. For her it was not a matter of wrong or right, but of winning. And that was her first, last and foremost priority. And being confined like this...

It did not work for her, at all. It was frustrating. One second she was driving out of the city and then she was back in the city. What was even going on. This was really annoying and no fun at all. Coming to a screeching halt, she got off her bike and parked it. Nearly dinging the stand against the curb. Normally this would not even happen nearly. Her bike was like a baby to Rei, but this whole supernatural business had her more than a little confused. This weird dome did not even seem to disturb some people. Or rather most, it made her furious looking at all the happy faces. Her finger twitching, it was not like she was in a dream or something, the slight redness on her cheek from pinching herself was a sign she had tried that remedy already.

Frustrating was not even starting to describe her disgust of the situation actuually. Sitting down on a bench, she took off her helmet Her immensely long and beautiful natural purple hair fell out of it like a translucent waterfall in hypnotic ripples. Still in her tight fitting racing suit, she wondered what she should do now. Doubting she could get enough courage to ask some passerby out of the blue. And even worse would be, if it was a man. Her phobia and trauma would do it´s best to make her seem like a mess and they might get the wrong idea, she was in a weird mood tonight.

Just going home and waiting what would happen seemed like one idea. Having no information about this phenomenon, it was as good as any other idea. Someone was sure to take charge and clear this up in time and until then she would have to be satisfied with this confined space. And if this was the darkness and their newest thing... She would rather not interfere. Being quite grateful to it for her powers and the chance to do what she always wanted as much as she wanted. For no price as it seemed at all, but the misery she would have spread anyway.

Maybe she should just get drunk today and sleep this away, tomorrow might be a better day to handle this. Leaning back on the bench, she lifted up her helmet and looked at it, as if it was someone´s face and accidentally asked aloud: "Or what do you think?" Only seeing her own mirror image in the glass and barely aware that she was sitting in a well visited area. Someone was bound to have overheard this somewhat cute and ditzy exchange. And maybe she would get help earlier than she had expected, or not.

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