[That seems like a simple enough conclusion to come to, taking into consideration that torture didn't always produce results and yet they were working with a time restraint here. Understandable. As well-planned as some assassinations needed to be... The longer you schemed, the more opportunities your enemy had to discover things you would rather keep hidden. The more people you involved, the more risks that people would begin to blab.]
I suppose a tanuki would stand out, but... a stray cat or dog might not for a little while.
[She rolls her eyes a bit to herself, though. Inferior animals... The things she does for a good fuck! Oh, and also maybe Zenith. And balance. As Amos grunts, she absently runs her free hand gently over the opposite side of his chest, an absent-minded soothing gesture. She knows it hurts, she knows its uncomfortable. But oh, it's going to be so worth it.]
There are some drugs that make a person loose-lipped... perhaps that will do better than ripping fingernails...
[Because that is pretty fucked up, actually. Not something she's a fan of, even if she'd shrug and look the other way if the need arose. Her eyes cannot「see」everything, after all. But when he makes his suggestion...]
Ah. I do know Sebastian.
[Intimately. And she still hadn't "thanked" him for her newfound fame in Highstorm's (and Springstar's) erotic publications.]
That might be a good choice. Shall I give him the talk, or shall I leave it to you, Mister Assassin... ?
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[That seems like a simple enough conclusion to come to, taking into consideration that torture didn't always produce results and yet they were working with a time restraint here. Understandable. As well-planned as some assassinations needed to be... The longer you schemed, the more opportunities your enemy had to discover things you would rather keep hidden. The more people you involved, the more risks that people would begin to blab.]
I suppose a tanuki would stand out, but... a stray cat or dog might not for a little while.
[She rolls her eyes a bit to herself, though. Inferior animals... The things she does for a good fuck! Oh, and also maybe Zenith. And balance. As Amos grunts, she absently runs her free hand gently over the opposite side of his chest, an absent-minded soothing gesture. She knows it hurts, she knows its uncomfortable. But oh, it's going to be so worth it.]
There are some drugs that make a person loose-lipped... perhaps that will do better than ripping fingernails...
[Because that is pretty fucked up, actually. Not something she's a fan of, even if she'd shrug and look the other way if the need arose. Her eyes cannot「see」everything, after all. But when he makes his suggestion...]
Ah. I do know Sebastian.
[Intimately. And she still hadn't "thanked" him for her newfound fame in Highstorm's (and Springstar's) erotic publications.]
That might be a good choice. Shall I give him the talk, or shall I leave it to you, Mister Assassin... ?