[h2]Mako Moritomi//Warakuma High[/h2]
[h3]Wednesday, July 1, 2015[/h3]

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Coming back to school after everything that had happened was... awkward, to say the least. From the moment he stepped onto school grounds, he'd been bombarded with questions and inferences and suppositions about what had happened to him. His antics at the cosplay cafe had also been blown grossly out of proportion, to truly bizarre extents, in some cases- he didn't even think it was physically possible for anyone to punch someone's head clean off their shoulders, much less him. He rolled his eyes. His classmates in the Boxing Club would be laughing at that one for a while if they'd heard it. Still, thankfully, the questions died down as his classmates realized that his answers weren't going to get any more interesting or well-defined than, "I don't really remember" or similar iterations of the phrase, and things went on as normal.

Mako was pleased to note that Masahide has also similarly recovered from their shared ordeal, which meant that Shizuka was likely also at school. At some point, they'd all have to get together and discuss things in full. Sato and Rui had given him the basics, but there was still much to be said- about that other world, about the Shadows, and about his new powers. His Persona. He felt again at the new presence in his head, and considered the situation he now found himself in, particularly regarding the threats that he'd volunteered to help deal with. He was going to need a weapon, if he expected to be effective in any capacity. [color=0076a3][i]Hmm.[/i][/color]

It was lunchtime when Mako got a text on his phone, which surprised him slightly- he didn't get many texts, he preferred face-to-face discussion. Which meant it was probably someone he didn't know very well, and that narrowed it down to his fellow investigators. Feeling slightly anxious, he pulled out his phone, and raised an eyebrow at the name of the one who'd texted him.

[color=0076a3][i]Sato. Of course it's Sato. Because the universe doesn't think my life is awkward enough.[/i][/color]

[i]Meet me at the archery range after school.[/i] Concise and to the point- good. Maybe now he could get some answers. He sent a message back: [color=0076a3][i]Got it. See you then.[/i][/color] And so began the long- or seemingly long- wait for school to be over. As it it wasn't a long enough day, already.

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[h2]Archery Range[/h2]
[h3]Wednesday, July 1, 2015[/h3]

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He had to admit, the range was impressive. At least they got their own space, rather than having to share the gym like he and his fellows had to. Not that it bothered him all that much, but he had to admit he was at least a little jealous. Still, with an inward shrug, he made his way toward the range, eyes scanning the students arriving for club practice, and waving off the curious glances of those who wondered why he was there. At least that was one perk of having a lowercase-p-persona: he was pretty much embarrassment-proof, at this point.

[color=0076a3][i]There,[/i][/color] he thought, as he finally caught sight of Sato. He waved to get his senpai's attention, then jogged over, smiling sort of shyly.

[color=0076a3]"Hey,"[/color] he said, a bit more confidently than he felt. [color=0076a3]"Good to see you."[/color]