[Homura Makishima]

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[attr="class","vgroup"] [attr="class","voguet"] [attr="class","mainv"]DIVINE [attr="class","vlyrics"] [attr="class","vcred"] Shion Utsui heaven's doll; occupied

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[attr="class","vpostbg"]He doesn't really have to go shopping. Let's make that clear: Homura doesn't actually have to go shopping and get things, because he could just as easily ask someone else to do it. He could order them and get them delivered to him, he could send someone to do the errand and use their best judgement to get what's needed... he doesn't have to be here.

Shopping as of late, however, has become a sort of stress relief. Not in the sense that he's spending thousands upon thousands of yen on fancy clothing (not any more than he already does, anyhow), but in the sense that everything has a price. There are no random factors. Everything in the store is organized, everything in the store is ripe and perfect for the taking, and there are no sudden shouts or exams to worry about here. In an odd way, stores have become a sort of stress-free zone for him because of that. He doesn't have to worry about potential internships. He just has to figure out if the fruit he's looking at is ripe or not.

The corner store he's taken to as of late isn't some massive joint, either. It's just a nice mom-and-pop sort of place, ran by an old couple who he's crossed paths with a handful of times. They regard him kindly, and he regards them casually, and everything tends to work out well because of it.

If it weren't for the expensive clothing he's wearing, maybe Homura could pass as someone who's middle class. Lord, though, he wouldn't be caught dead with that sort of air lingering around him now. No, he's wearing some designer shirt whose salmon sleeves end just shy of his forearms, showcasing the intricate tattoos that run down the rest of his limbs as a result. Sacred symbols carved into him, the essence of a god, each ending at one of the mouths at the end of his hands... Oh, they're masterfully done. Terrifying for those who eventually see them up close in a fight, but masterfully made all the same. His pants are just as designer as his shirt, a golden chain attached to some barely-working pocket watch dangling out from their pockets.

A basket hangs in the bend of his elbow. As it stands, it's got a few different fruits in it, coupled with a few different types of noodles. Turns out, channels online have a lot of different ideas when it comes to cooking - and, while he could just ask for someone to make him food... well, nothing bad has ever come of experimentation in the kitchen, right?

All in all, it's a peaceful evening.

He has no idea that it's going to change to anything but soon enough.

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[Shion Utsui]

終ノ空 Tofu, harusame, soy milk, bean sprouts, stalk mushrooms. . .  And a bit of gochujang! Before summer would come, Shion thought it would be good to make some nabe. Specifically, one that was more vegetable than meat. Of course, he wouldn't forget the raw egg used for dipping- so plenty of protein for everyone! Despite his academic deficiencies, the youth was relatively sharp when it came to spending. Over half of the time spent in these markets would be on weighing the price and quality, if the cheapest milk would really taste all that different from the most popular brand. Stepping across the small aisle with a shopping basket half-full, Shion reached towards a few bags of udon. Coincidentally right next to Homura's business. Appearance-wise, the look of the U.A. student that had yet to notice his upperclassman was much less glamorous in comparison. The fabrics were cheap, probably manufactured in a south Asian country, and the outfit itself was a mishmash of various items- a yukata, western blouse, and a jacket on top of that. His face seemed soft if not relatively plain, hosting a smile that seemed to exist naturally. The combination of androgynous features would without a doubt make distinguishing their gender a challenge. Pink eyes stared at the price tags of two varieties, a skill learned from scarcity of wealth that Homura had yet to experience. Homura Makishima

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[Homura Makishima]

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[attr="class","vgroup"] [attr="class","voguet"] [attr="class","mainv"]DIVINE [attr="class","vlyrics"] [attr="class","vcred"] Shion Utsui heaven's doll; on guard

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[attr="class","vpostbg"]Maybe there's a better way to go about things. Homura has considered this before while shopping, but the thought becomes especially prominent as - in his peripheral - he sees someone reach up to grab some udon. Ever polite, he steps to the side to give them a little more room, then turns his attention back to plucking what little else he needs.

That central consideration of a better way lingers. It has, of course, nothing to do with shopping in the moment. Rather, it's a notion directed back at the demons that raised him. Maybe there's a better way to go about being what they need him to be; perhaps he doesn't have to hold his head up ever so high, and can instead simply walk among the average person without much issue arising from it. He may be an equilizing force, but that does not mean he has to be cruel. Certainly doesn't mean his tongue must carry so much vitriol to it.

It's as he's for once considering the ramifications of being a better person that the doors to the door are blown right the fuck open.

"Down on the ground!" A gruff voice shouts. Barging in are two rather big figures, each wearing thick black clothing to obscure both their physical features and whatever mutations might be hidden beneath. One is armed with a baseball bat, and the other with nothing more than what the gods gave them: a large pair of tentacles for hands. Well, so much for hiding identifying features.

"Oh, joy." Homura mutters. He glances at the person beside him, a young woman by the looks of things. From the looks of things, the two are - sooner rather than later - probably going to realize that not everyone is following their directions. Timing, then, is going to be made his priority.

"Ma'am, please take shelter. I'll deal with this to the best of my abilities until the authorities arrive." It's a simple request, but one that carries a certain authority to it. The additional mouths scattered across his body crack themselves into various grins, expressions of anticipation that directly contrast with Homura's own calm demeanor.

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[Shion Utsui]

終ノ空 A clear tremble went down Shion's spine, his pupils blowing wide open as soon the threatening situation arose. Those same eyes would meet Homura's, who's in contrast were a harsher shade of yellow. If both of their sets were compared to gemstones, the "girl" had simple stained glass in comparison to the natural-grown amber preserved over millennia underground. ". . ." He'd be given a quiet nod in response to the request, though rather than timid obedience it was one of cold understanding. The face remained expressionless as the shopping cart full of produce was dropped to the floor, it's prior carrier silently retreating behind several sets of stocked shelves for cover. Homura was now alone, two imposing figures opposite to him. As they blocked the only exit known to anyone here, it seemed like the young man had no choice but to fight his way out. Or maybe talk the robbers out of this somehow. . . could they even hear anything under all they wore? However, before either party could make a move, a small shadow showed up in Homura's vision as something glided past him on the ground. Toto. The broom-like sea creature stood before the two large men, simply looking up at them both with round eyes on the ends of stalks. Smallest, and the weirdest looking out of anyone in the store, they challenged the two imposing adversaries. Before doing anything else, it seemed like the robbers had to deal with this piece of vermin first. Homura Makishima

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[Homura Makishima]

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[attr="class","vpostbg"]He's sure that someone is either calling the police, or pressing some kind of panic button somewhere. They have to be. Homura's mind is running at a mile a minute as the situation progresses, listening to the heavy steps of the robbers as they bark orders at the cashier.

It's as he's starting to step forward, as one of the mouths on his hands starts to open, that something... unexpected happens. A figure darts past his peripheral, and there's some kind of creature staring down the robbers first. Homura has to do a double-take for just a second, wrapping his head around what's happening. He only affords himself a single second to focus on that, though; odd as it is, it's a distraction.

The one with the tentacle-like limbs focuses their attention on the creature. "The hell kinda Looney-Tunes thing is this?" He barks. He pulls one arm back to try and swing at the creature as Homura moves forward, focusing on the one with the baseball bat.

Is it smart? In the moment, yeah. In practice, well. He's not entirely sure. Robbery procedures in school tended to focus on things as though you'll have another hero near you - and, in this moment, as far as he knows? It's him and the broom-like creature. A weird pair, but a pair all the same.

All the same, Homura pulls one arm back. He swings a hell of a haymaker forward, landing it on the baseball-bat wielding thug's jaw. There's a beat, before the mouth on the back of his hand speaks - "Push."

The thug staggers back against the counter.

Looks like a real brawl is brewing - and the broom and third year are leading the charge!

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[Shion Utsui]

終ノ空 Toto, as small and unthreatening as they seemed to be, was made to deceive. Sliding across the air vertically to avoid the criminal's sticky tentacles, they stuck onto the ceiling before crawling forwards like a nightmare spider would. With a thud, the robber accosted by Homura's quirk slammed against the counter, the force from the impact making the cash register on top ring as its compartment shot open.  *CLANG* Red met black as the metal lining of a fire extinguisher met the thug's balaclava. Despite having only disappeared for at most 30 seconds, Shion stood up from behind the same counter and swung down with the improvised hammer, striking the robber in the head. A second blow shoved them forwards, before a cloud of white matter enveloped the whole counter. The youth grit their teeth as they aimed the nozzle towards the large man, knowing that despite the element of surprise being on his side, everything in his arsenal, every advantage had to be used if he wanted to win. I'll handle him, so you take the other one. Is what Shion would have said if yelling wouldn't have given away his location. And in the depths of the bubbly smoke, Toto pounced. Descending from the ceiling, they would coil themselves around the thick neck of the robber and attempt to constrict them like a Boa. Stalks, both like wood and meat, locked together to close the passage of air in this unfortunate man. Homura Makishima

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