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The Crystal Tyrant [A-Rank Mission]
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Post by Yuko Himura on Apr 5, 2021 14:23:52 GMT
Well, this was a surprise! Who could have predicted that someone as young and frail-looking as Omen possessed the latent ability of Digivolution? Not Yuko, that’s for sure! The combination of Makoto’s tricky portals, IceDevimon’s wicked wind and Teumesmon’s fiery assault sent Gravhelsten on a one-way trip to Terminus, much to the group’s rejoicing.
Nanami was particularly vocal about her excitement, uttering words much faster than Yuko could process them. “Woah, slow down, girl! You talk too fast!” The teenage Tamer waved her hands in front of her. “But yeah, it was very cool. Congrats on Digivolving, Omen! You look badass! I dig the whole cyborg jackal look with… fire coming out of your butt.” She remarked, noticing halfway through that Omen’s Champion form actually looked kinda weird.
Omen herself was quick to note how she now had four legs, a statement that made Yuko visibly confused. “Four legs? I still only see two.” She stated, before looking down and seeing a set of detached, golden claws. “Oh, I get it now. Invisible legs… Neat!”
Meanwhile, Jokermon was getting another earful from Makoto about his rude behavior earlier. To say that the self-proclaimed Demon King was upset would be an understatement, as he all but lunged at the non-binary fox, only to be restrained at the last second by his vassal IceDevimon. “I beg your pardon?! You dare compare the Clown Prince of the Dark Area to a brat?! Had it not been for my unparalleled charisma and dashing good looks, WinterWitchmon would’ve never let us in!”
“Speaking of, I’ll have to agree with Makoto. Not just on Jokah being obnoxious, but on the other thing too.” Yuko interjected. “Confronting WinterWitchmon directly might be our best course of action. We only have a small window to act before she realizes that her best henchman is missing anyway.”
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Post by Nanami Hanabana on Apr 17, 2021 19:14:11 GMT
Now that things were less tense... naturally they grew even more tense now that Makoto and Jokermon were arguing.
"H-hey!" Nanami stepped in between the two with a furrowed brow. That meant the little girl meant business. "Fighting is bad right now! We're all friends now, and friends can fight, but we have to be friends first! And friends shouldn't be fighting while rescuing people!" She looked over to Jokermon. "Makoto seems really nice and she likes to call people 'darling' and that means she likes to protective of people! So she gets mad when you say mean things about other people!"
And then she turned to Makoto. "And Clownmon seems kind of mean and selfish because he complements himself all the time instead of other people, but you should ignore mean people when they say mean things and only stop mean people when they do mean things, 'cause not everyone knows how to be nice!"
"How familiar..." Cream muttered under her breath. And as for their plan of action... Nanami and Cream could only shrug their shoulders. "Finding their boss seems like a plan. Probably beats checking every room in the building and risk getting captured again."
...And that was about it. As for Lagi, the elevator took her to the lowest level where she was previously, where there was but the hallway leading to the restrooms, the warm room on the other side of the hall, and on the very end of the call, the cells where there seemed to be a large gathering of people. A couple of them familiar faces.
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Post by Lagi Wundergeist on Apr 18, 2021 5:52:59 GMT
True to the hag's word, the elevator would quickly take her down to the dungeon, as promised. That was the easy part.
Now came the hard part: as Lagi stepped off the platform, she'd find herself greeted by a very peculiar sight as her eyes focused on the cells; another as-of-yet unfamiliar looking fire fox Digimon, presumably Omen's evolved form, an equally oddly familiar feeling Reppamon, if their colours and multitude of now-bladed tails were anything to go by, who just now found themselves in a bit of a war-of-words with the Jokermon (and probably the crazy haired human girl) adjacent to them.
(And apparently, no Grapple... whatever his name was)
Alongside them would be another pink haired girl and a Terriermon/Lopmon pair, fighting to stop this little spat before it could spiral out of control... at least, as far as Lagi could tell, anyways. But that was far from her biggest worry right now; right now, she was facing a metaphorical uphill battle with this group. She knew she couldn't face 3 Champion-levels at once, let alone 1, in direct combat. Especially since they were all supposed to be on the same side.
And besides, what should have been a bit of relief for Lagi would automatically be tampered by Mako's Champion form indirectly. She couldn't evolve at all, and yet they were already at least at Champion stage. Mako wasn't dumb, she knew that, but what if her disguise worked out too well? Mako alone ran the risk of easily trouncing their own ally way too easily in record time.
What was she to do here? What would be the best course of action to both reveal herself to Mako and co and prove to them they were still on the same side. without blowing her cover to anyone else in the vicinity? And all the while still following WinterWitchmon's words to the letter?
Wait a minute... that hag never said anything about the Reppamon...
Taking a good moment to recompose herself, she'd make her way over to the cells and over to the group in question, her eyes dead set on Makoto. "You there!" She cried, giving the big pointer finger to the kitsune, "What are you doing here? And what happened to Gavel... Graham... that other Icemon back there?"
All she had to do was play along as long as possible, and hopefully, hopefully Mako would co-operate with her, even if indirectly, so she herself could lead them and the rest of the group to the WinterWitchmon. And, if possible, lure the BlueMeramon to them and take them down. Despite her seemingly harsher tone of voice, anyone familiar with Lagi could easily tell it was just Lagi under a simple Icemon polymorph.
Please, Mako, go easy on the little kid...
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Post by Omen, Chaddest of Chads on Apr 19, 2021 6:28:19 GMT
The last thing that anybody present here needed was a fight breaking out within the team when they were already mostly together with the exception of Lagi. The much taller fox spoke very simply to add onto what Nanami was saying. "Harlequins, jesters, please, we have much bigger fish to fry. I saw how my attack lit the whole castle up and quite frankly, it'd be pretty bad if people found us fighting each other. So, do kindly remember we're on a mission. And quit it."
Fragile egos...Hm. Omen was uncertain how she sat on such a matter, but she was quite sure that now that that was done, they could keep at what they were doing. "...Thank you. I had no hand in how I look. But thanks?" She also wasn't sure how to respond to Yuko after a few seconds.
And then a single Icemon opened the door and walked right in on them. And asked what happened to the other guy, Gravhelstein. Omen leveled a flat stare because this Icemon couldn't even say the guy's name. "...Lagi?" A simple question.
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Post by Makoto on Apr 19, 2021 19:49:25 GMT
As Jokah made a lunge - one which was quickly cut off by IceDevimon - Makoto and Kuro were both tense, the fox's fangs bared almost instinctually, as their shadow quickly returned to their side. Kuro, meanwhile, was writhing restlessly; in a fashion that was almost... Surreal, to watch - given that one's shadow, logically, should not move like that. Kuro's agitation was made clear as well - the shadow's voice an unsettling and thorned presence that practically scraped against Jokermon's mind as it snarled, like a promise, <You will Not touch them.>
Nanami and Omen both would be quick to try and defuse the situation though - and between this, as well as IceDevimon being able to prevent Jokah from actually reaching the Reppamon, Makoto would begin to try and relax with a heavy and disgruntled sigh. They would cast human and Wispmon alike a gentle smile, all the while giving Kuro some gentle mental reassurance, encouraging it to relax. Slowly but surely, the almost eldritch motions of the shadow would begin to calm - but it was clear that Kuro was still on edge, not that they blamed it.
"Thank you, darlings." Makoto would thank Omen and Nanami, once things were back under control. "I will admit that I got a bit heated over this - I have very strong feelings, over adults being supposed to know how to behave appropriately around younger individuals, be they digimon or humans; there are things that we very well shouldn't talk about or bring up, when there's children in earshot, regardless of how mature any given individual is." Smiling to Nanami though, they'd add in a gentle reminder "I prefer being referred to with they and them, though, dear. Just for future reference."
"But that all being said... I assure both of you that my priorities are in line; I want this mission to go smoothly - and I agree, we should get moving as soon as possible. But when a certain clown in our midst is clearly more than ready to get physical over being called out for his behavior, then I can't say with any confidence that his priorities are in the right place, either." Makoto cast Jokah a somewhat distrustful look, but nonetheless sighed once more - shaking their head. "In any case..."
As the group seemed to come to the agreement that going straight for the top was likely their best bet though, a certain 'Icemon' would suddenly burst in - shouting and pointing fingers! Initially, Makoto and Kuro both would become tense once more - expecting a fight to break out, given that the Digiport still had a little longer to go to charge - but... A certain scent in the air - as well as Omen's question - would give the Reppamon pause, causing Makoto to blink behind the mask. "... I believe so." They'd confirm; this Icemon smelled like that darling little Ghostmon, that they had met outside of the castle - which was a rather distinct scent, when compared to the Icemon.
<Check the hallways?> They'd request Kuro - to which the shadow would part from their body to 'peer' out through the now-open door; confirming that there were no other guards nearby. <... All clear,> it responded, to which the Reppamon would nod to themself. Good.
"Lagi, dear, you can relax - it's okay." Makoto reassured the Icemon, wondering whether this was the Ghostmon's own Champion form, or if this was a disguise, like with Makoto's own Fakemon armor champ. Devolving into a Renamon-X proper, in hopes of helping set the disguised Ghostmon at ease, they'd add "In fact, if you have some intel, that'd be splendid - we're planning to try and hunt down WinterWitchmon; but if you have any information on where she is, or where the other prisoners might be held, then we could better plan our next attack."
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Post by Yuko Himura on Apr 20, 2021 13:18:17 GMT
The intervention staged by… pretty much everyone left the self-proclaimed Demon King genuinely baffled, as evidenced by the blinking of his single visible eye. “I said mean things? Huh… Yuko, when did I say those mean things? I don’t recall such an occurrence.”
Yuko sighed. Some things really were beyond fixing, such as Jokah’s toxic attitude. Still, things were definitely less tense now between their small group. “Alright, so how do we go about finding WinterWitchmon? My suggestion would be to find and interrogate one of her… minions?”
No sooner had the punk girl finished her sentence, than did a new Icemon conveniently show up. However, it quickly turned out that they were just another ally in disguise. Their name was Lagi, apparently. “Shapeshifters… Shapeshifters everywhere.” The teenage Tamer muttered under her pierced lip.
Jokermon clapped his hands. “That was quite the impressive disguise, Leggy. See, people? That was a compliment! I can say nice things too!” Sure, he had gotten Lagi’s name just a tad wrong, but it was the thought that counted. “Mind you, if those two lovely vixens were able to sniff you out so quickly, it probably won’t be enough to fool WinterWitchmon’s forces.” He added, gesturing at Omen and Makoto respectively. “Fret not, however, for you are still young. You’ll get the hang of it. Practice makes perfect!”
“Words of encouragement…” IceDevimon remarked. “What a nice Demon King. You are, Jokah-sama. I would be moved to tears, if I had. Tears to shed.”
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Post by Nanami Hanabana on Apr 29, 2021 0:16:56 GMT
Nanami blinked in confusion for a bit. "They? Oh, because you want your shadow to be included, too! I get it now!" She gave Makoto a "ok" symbol and a wink. But as much as it would be helpful to inform an incredibly sheltered little girl the very basics of how to gender, it would likely have to wait, because there was a new friend here! "Hi Lagi! I'm Nanami, and this is Cream!" She gestured to the Terriermon besides her, who nodded at the disguised Digimon.
Plus, it seemed like Jokermon was nicer now, too! "See? You can be nice to people if you really try! My mom says that everyone can be nice, but that it's harder for some people than it is for others! So you should keep trying hard to be nice, okay?"
"That's... probably not a nice thing to say..." Cream spoke up, tapping Nanami's shoulder.
But before Cream could explain why, Kuro would notice someone exiting one of the rooms in the hallway, from the Warm Room. It looked like a Meramon holding a magazine. "Ugh... Damned cold foods... they always do this to me..." He grumbled while holding his stomach. He would quickly move over to the bathroom, then yell out, "Damn it!" He then marched over towards the dungeons, where everyone was at. "Hey, Grav, you still down here? Tell WinterBitchmon to stock up more on the TP! We keep running out for some reas... Oh shit!" He got a good look at the group. He looked more confused than alarmed.
And since Kuro was keeping a lookout, and the Meramon wasn't exactly being quiet about his arrival, the group had ample to prepare for his arrival. So... what was gonna happen?
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Post by Lagi Wundergeist on May 5, 2021 6:50:33 GMT
"...Lagi?"
For a brief moment, the 'Icemon' blinked in surprise as she glanced towards Omen. And just at that very moment, she could feel a heavy weight fall upon her shoulders. That same Wispmon she inadvertently left to die because of a simple distraction gone horribly wrong? Oh, how badly did she want to break character right then and there and take the time to apologize to her for what happened.
But with Lagi's disguise practically falling apart in the eyes of the rest of the group, and WinterWitchmon's ever looming threat upon her had she found out the truth, she was now being forced to salvage whatever she could to save her skin.
"L-Lagi?" Even with her faux-confident tone, her voice was already starting to crack, "Ha! You fool! The Lagi you know is d-dead! We killed her the moment we spotted her roaming around this castle! If y- you don't stop whatever it is you're doing right now, I'll... I'll... you're gonna... we... I'm gonna..."
She couldn't bring herself to finish that sentence. Especially not when Mako started to ease within her presence and only served to confirm Omen's initial guess. Slowly, Lagi's arms fell back to her side, as the young Digimon fell stumped as she moved her glance over to the Renamon X, but their reassuring words only served to sting her more, as she only gave a slight nod to their direction as she tried and failed to fight off her tears, "...I'm sorry Mako and Omen. I was sent here on behalf of WinterWitchmon just to check on you all. I'm sorry I left you to die back there, Omen, can you please forgive me?"
Whatever Omen's answer was, she would find herself greeted by both Jokermon and the pink haired girl, leaving the 'Icemon' to simply rub her head a little, "Wow, guess I'm getting quite the warm welcome here, aren't I?" Even through her tears, she could still let out a slight chuckle, "Thanks for... not unleashing a whole boatload of attacks onto me right then and there when I did my little stunt. I really appreciate it."
The light jests would quickly cease, though, as she turned to hear the footsteps, and grumblings, of an ordinary looking Meramon, presumably now being greeted by this odd sight in front of him.
Oh crap, was that the same Meramon from earlier she tried and failed to intimidate?
Again, Lagi would stand stunned for a moment herself, before throwing out a quick excuse, "WinterWitchmon sent me here!"
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Post by Omen, Chaddest of Chads on May 12, 2021 15:06:14 GMT
There was a long, long pause from Omen as things continued to unfold, and she awaited a response from the person she THOUGHT was the specter that had to abandon her to an untimely death that never actually came. Of course, she could not blame Lagi for not recognizing her. For as few unifying elements as Teumesmon seemed to share with Wispmon, it was still a wildly different form to take on. The fox tilted her head. "Sure." Did she think that much of it? Well, she did think more of it than was necessary, but there was also a mission to do. There was also a lot of tension too. It was unnecessary in the eyes of the child of fate. "...WinterBitchmon...?" Oh no. Omen was picking up more swear words. There was absolutely no way that this could backfire at all. "We have elected to turn tail and join up." WHO WOULD BUY THIS BULLSHIT?
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Post by Makoto on May 13, 2021 0:40:01 GMT
Seeing the tears that would build in Lagi's eyes, Makoto's expression would shift to gentle sympathy, as they approached the disguised Ghostmon - patting her on the head. "It's okay, darling; that you were able to find WinterWitchmon is great. It'll make our next steps all the more easier, in putting a stop to her cruelty." They'd begin in reassurance, adding "This disguise of yours is quite good, too - the only reasons that Kuro and I were able to figure out it was you, was Omen recognizing you, and that I remembered your scent."
Smiling wryly, they'd conclude "If you were able to get up close to WinterWitchmon, it's plenty clear that your disguise is quite the convincing one to the enemy."
However, before too much longer, they would soon have an approaching danger in the form of a Meramon. <Someone's approaching.> is all that Kuro would say to the entire group at once - its presence barging through the metaphorical door urgently and suddenly, to share this warning with everyone.
Makoto couldn't help but jump at this - even if Kuro was just a normal part of life for them, it was still startling nonetheless. Acting quick, the wily fox would digivolve into Fakemon, taking on the disguise of Gravhelstein once more - appearance, signal, and all - before the Meramon could turn the corner. They took up an authoritative stance next to Lagi - arms crossed as they stared the Meramon down (despite the fire digimon likely being much taller,) and snapped back "The toilet paper will be restocked when it's restocked - now can't you see that we're both in the middle of negotiations here?!" As if to signify who 'we' was, Makoto gestured to both themself and Lagi, and then the rest of the group.
Glaring up to the Meramon - yet keeping a guarded demeanor, to try and sell the 'ice digimon trying to stand up against the fire digimon' act - they'd continue "You might be able to waltz all around the place because WinterWitchmon has more pressing things to worry about - but if we lose out on potential allies and vital enemy intel because you interrupted us, then I'll make sure it's your head on the line instead of mine, when she comes asking me why negotiations have gone south!"
It's surprising how easy it is to find your way into a lot of places that you're not supposed to be, if you are simply able to act like you know where you are, like you know what you're doing, and also like you have places to be and won't let others interrupt you on that path. Hopefully, the same rules could be applied to bossing around a Meramon and spouting bullshit, too!
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Post by Yuko Himura on May 13, 2021 9:56:10 GMT
When Nanami mentioned her mom, Yuko made a ‘cut it out’ gesture with her hand, but it was too late, for her words had already reached the Demon King’s pointy ears. “Ooooh, you have a mother? Is she every bit as pretty as you are, my dear? And more importantly, is she single?” The Demon Man Digimon asked, grinning widely. “No hitting on people’s mothers!” His Tamer bonked him on the head.
Their banter was interrupted by an accidental run-in from a Meramon that was on a desperate quest to acquire some toilet paper, presumably for some kind of ‘emergency’. How a Digimon made entirely out of fire could have a bowel movement was something Yuko didn’t care to question. She still snickered at ‘WinterBitchmon’, though.
Luckily, there were impostors everywhere, with Lagi already pretending to work for the enemy, Makoto quickly impersonating Gravhelstein and chewing out the constipated Meramon, while Omen… was being herself.
“You have elected wisely, young one.” Jokah petted the Teumesmon between the ears. “For that, I’ll make sure to put in a good word for you with WinterBitchmon- I mean, WinterWitchmon! Why am I acting like I’m already best buds with her, you ask? Why, it should be obvious! As the Demon King of the Digital World and newest advisor to the Crystal Tyrant himself, I outrank every single one of you!”
Ah, yes. Makoto’s attempt at acting big and important was valiant, but nobody could surpass Jokermon in the art of bullshitting!
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Post by Nanami Hanabana on May 24, 2021 19:57:49 GMT
"I've never really thought if mom was pretty or not... I guess she is?" Nanami answered Jokermon's question innocently. "Oh, but she has Eiichiro, so she's not available! Why do you ask?" Thankfully, Yuko seemed to shut down that avenue of conversation before it could get anywhere that wasn't pretty. Though the little girl was left with a confused look on her face.
And Makoto's quick transformation and lecture, along with everyone's explanations seemed to placate the Meramon for the time being. He shrugged, though he didn't seem particularly bothered or concerned by the faux-Gravhelsten. He turned towards the "Icemon", smirking and said, "Trust me, dude. You don't want a bunch of fiery Digimon with unwiped asses. It's not gonna be pleasant for anyone. So you better get on that, buddy!"
He gave a long look towards Jokermon as he made his proclamation, and rolled his eyes after the Clown Prince of Evil was done speaking. "Yeah... I'm sure you are. Well, if that's true, you'd best advise Bitchmon and the Tyrant to deliver some more of that Hot Ice of theirs for the Warm Room. The fatass penguin's starting to get comfortable, and WinterWitchmon said we should make sure he's as unpleasant as possible. Even with Blue's help, there's only so many things us regular Meramon can do to a Mega like that, you know? It's a total pain in the ass!"
Seemingly satisfied, Meramon turned to leave to head back towards where he came from.
...And that was that. What's the plan now?
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Post by Omen, Chaddest of Chads on May 31, 2021 5:40:44 GMT
So, there was an ever present question in the air as everybody had said their peace, and somehow managed to convince the Meramon to GO THE FUCK AWAY, OH GOD.
How in the actual blazes did any of that work? There were so many conflicting approaches and everything, literally how was any of this anywhere close to believable to Meramon? Omen watched him leave, and breathed a sigh of palpable relief.
Too close for comfort for the fox.
"...Did he say Warm Room?" Omen asked aloud. Mostly to pierce the veil of silence. "And penguin?"
That had to be where the Chief was! "...We should totally go there. Lagi! Where's the Warm Room at?" Did the ghost even know? Probably or probably not, given Omen was not present for her time with WinterBitchmon herself!
The Teumesmon was even wiggling a bit. Like she -really- wanted to find that room.
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Post by Lagi Wundergeist on Jun 14, 2021 5:31:14 GMT
Even Mako's reassuring words, bless their kind heart, wouldn't feel like enough to Lagi to absolve herself of all the guilt of essentially leaving her ally and new friend, Omen, out to dry in a fit of sheer panic back at the entrance. The only reprieve she could possibly get out of their words was her unintentional success on sniffing out WinterWitchmon and her disguise.
All Lagi could sniffle out was a quiet "Thank you."
But the threat of the Meramon still loomed over them; one that Mako would be quick to defuse by 'evolving' once more - this time into another Icemon, and showing the bravado not too dissimilar to her own act near the bathroom with the same Meramon. Even in her own Icemon 'form', Lagi's eyes practically latched onto Mako as they, alongside Jokah, talked down to the seemingly unmoved Meramon. She herself dared not speak up, not even to follow up for a possible burn (ha).
Thankfully, apart from some mere disses and the same screw-you-got-mine attitude present from her failed attempt to scare him into submission, the Meramon would leave the rest of the group alone, but not before leaving a few tibits of information that was supposed to be for Jokah himself...
Warm Room? Penguin? Hot Ice? That was enough to ring a bell for not just Omen, but Lagi as well. And speak of the devil, Omen had already asked her where was the Warm Room itself! And then it all clicked for her.
"Actually, the Warm Room's just near the bathroom in the hallway." Lagi started to explain, "I watched that Meramon from earlier go there after his... brief trip to the little powerful minion's room. I could lead you guys there, if you want."
Had they agreed, Lagi would at least guide them towards the Warm Room the best she could, but it was clear she was open to suggestions on how to get there in the first place without raising alarm.
At least her patience was finally starting to pay off.
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Post by Makoto on Jun 16, 2021 4:40:15 GMT
With the Meramon's departure, Makoto couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. Geez, this mission certainly was one thing after another, wasn't it? However, Lagi and Omen both certainly had a good point - they should move for the Warm Room, and the wily ghost in question knew quite well on which way to go for it! "That sounds perfect, darling." Makoto would nod to Lagi, smiling warmly. "Let's make our way for the Warm Room posthaste. And to help in our little masquerade...."
Kuro would soon return to Makoto's side - and from the shadowy form, Makoto pulled a shadowy bag - a fake sack full of what they best guessed 'hot ice' to be - which was, likely, ice that gave off heat. They wouldn't be able to necessarily mimic the heat perfectly, but hopefully the sack itself would be enough to fool anyone who'd think to gaze their direction. "... Lead the way, Lagi darling."
And with that, Makoto wasted no time in following Lagi out of the prison, and towards the Warm Room. Assuming that noone else was in the hallway besides the group, the disguised fox would give everyone some pointers. "Stand up straight, eyes forward, walk like you're not about to let anyone stop you today. Most people don't think to ask questions, if you just walk like you know where you are, like you know where you're going, and like you have no time for anyone's nonsense."
Even if someone did decide to get in the way though, well... Makoto had their ways of dealing with potential opponents.
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