Kumiko whimpered softly at the site of the school, unable to think of any expression for her distaste at confining place.  "Good lord, I can't imagine going to a girls school, even one that wasn't a prison.  There was only one other girl in my skater crew."  She sighed, then skated backwards just ahead of Thunder to the scene of the crime, where she went up on her heal-stops, then leaned back against a flag poll.<br/><br/>Reaching into the flared sleeve of her purple silk mini-kimono, she removed a silver zippo covered in black paper with red kanji-chinese charecters-stuck to it.  She flicked on the flame, then spent a minute staring into the flame while praying quietly in japanese to the gods of time to reveal to her the past.<br/><br/><em>Arate 3, time 2 effect with my personalized foci.  Is that DC 5 or 4?  Either way, I have 3 dice.  Would you like to do the rolling, storyteller?</em>