Rumia awoke to the gentle braking of the van. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, more than a bit surprised that the martial arts nut knew how to drive a car well, Rumia completely missed any of the explanation of the 'sanctum'. Like, wasn't Autumn Rain the kind of person who trained under a waterfall all day or something?
She settled onto the couch, still pretty dazed. Life came at you too fast, that was the problem with being a magical girl. No matter how much you wanted to retire, the life came after you, apparently. What'd she used to use as a catchphrase again? 'Drown in the Eternal Darkness'? God that sounded so cringe. Did she have to start practicing that line again?
Flopping down onto the couch, she pulled out her phone to continue her dailies when a thought occurred to her. "Uh," She looked over to Temple and waved the phone vaguely at her, "Should I turn this off? There's some kind of signal tracking stuff on cop shows, I dunno if that's actually a thing or not."
"There shouldn't be anything to track, unless you have a phone plan with 'Certified Dark Lord' as your name or something. Automatic Identity Protection should cover us from most things," Rumia answered. She pulled out her own phone. Two and a half bars. Did she even the data to do any dailies? Also, would Mom notice her phone plan usage? Actually, did Mom know anything? Rumia hadn't told her anything. Thinking about it more,
Rumia's phone was probably the only one the police probably could track. The only one where somebody might know both of her identities, and be able to track both. The brightness of her smartphone was like flashing headlights.
She thumbed over her messenger, too tired to play any gacha. Her last text message to her mom was a week ago. 'I got the trash'. If Rumia called for help, she died like Gloaming Kiss.
Kenna killed her. Or she killed Kenna. She heard the trilling of some sound effect from Kenna's phone. Rumia's stomach twisted.
She pulled the SIM and battery from her phone, and tossed the scrapped electronics in the trash.
Rumia's classmates often joked about how sleepovers were when they awakened. Her own awakening was something she'd actually known for a long time, and yet was never willing to admit for some reason: Rumia was a bad girl.