[ good boy, she thinks. his glance behind them will garner a looker: evil santa. makima doesn't have a blade on her, or any other weapon . . . ah, well. it's not as if she needed it, but for once in her life? she's uncertain about where her abilities would take her. rather than frightening, it's exciting, but she does an impeccable job at simply looking ready. ]
Not the Santa Claus I'm used to.
[ evil santa has an axe, and a mouth too big to really close from that putrid smile keeping his beard bloody and just ugly. makima stands poised, her hands at her sides— until she holds one up, and imitates the aim and hold of a gun. get a little closer, big boy. ]
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Not the Santa Claus I'm used to.
[ evil santa has an axe, and a mouth too big to really close from that putrid smile keeping his beard bloody and just ugly. makima stands poised, her hands at her sides— until she holds one up, and imitates the aim and hold of a gun. get a little closer, big boy. ]