[Reaching into her pocket, she draws out a slip of paper covered in complex writing, squiggles and likes to anyone who wasn't intimately familiar with o-fuda magic. It's not the Mars Arrow, but it will have to do.]
I...I can. Things like that, anyway. [The paper stiffens in her fingers, a blue-white glow emanating from it as it hardens into something not too unlike steel.]
They didn't think to give me my bow before I arrived.
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I...I can. Things like that, anyway. [The paper stiffens in her fingers, a blue-white glow emanating from it as it hardens into something not too unlike steel.]
They didn't think to give me my bow before I arrived.