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[color=beige][h2]Sazae Yokoi[/h2][/color][/center]

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[center]WTL: 19
SAN: 89[/center]	

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From the girl's perspective, it looked like a bunch of thugs running at her with hooks, the hoods veiling the monstrosity underneath. Just as she gripped tightly to Natsumi's hand, she noticed Hideaki digging by the conveniently placed trash cans just next to him... only to pull out a gun?

...a gun...?

...in the trash?! WHAT ARE THE ODDS?! THAT'S AN SSR PULL!

With a confident smirk of her own she takes out a gun as well, one that looks a little bit similar to Hideaki's with a white tint although from the way she held it, it was very obviously the model gun she keeps around at school and only uses it as an improv tool during school plays.

Much to her delusions, she also believes Hideaki's gun is a model gun. Both barrels staring down at the pursuing cultists while she covers one of her eyes with a red contact lens- gripping the side of her cheek with the most cheesy laugh one would hear from an anime. 

[color=beige]"Kukuku..."[/color] she would say before dramatically the hand covering her eye, the red glow from one of her contacts shining (somehow) in the night sky. [color=beige]"You fools have fallen right into our trap. Stop now or forever have your knee caps blown to bits."[/color]

She only hoped that they stopped at some point in the confusion or at least be intimidated at her super real, totally not-fake weapon that she bought from a discount store in Akihabara that one week on Summer Vacation.

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