[It is something, taking shape. An infiltration into Heliopolis first as a creature that would not be noticed, long enough to identify who best to take and to observe them as much as possible in their habitat and work. A change to a different shape, one with lips and soft hands and a voice that could whisper sweet nothings and encourage imbibing, talking, spilling. A demon that could take that person out of the picture, and potentially deliver information that could not be taken gently or passively through the eyes. A tanuki that could then replace them, and stroll into the Tribune's orbit to learn all that could be gleaned to provide things like times, numbers, and vulnerabilities to an assassin.]

I'll contact him, then.

[She is smiling that mysterious smile, intrigued despite herself for the method. Even though she would potentially be willing to support almost any attempt to restore the balance between Meridian and Zenith powers, she finds this sort of scheme somewhat familiar. Nostalgic, almost, even though it had never been Kiyoami's way. Konnosuke's, perhaps. Ah, she did miss that rotten fox. But if she planned to say something else...

Kiritsubo pauses, one brow arching.]

Fluffy? Is that my new pet name~?

[As tempting as it was to pop into tanuki shape just to make a point- she is moving on from petals to the center of the lotus, and she won't jeopardize her inks for a joke. But she does laugh, freely, like they hadn't just been discussing the murder of a politidcal leader and the torture of an innocent.]

How did you know I had the fluffiest breast in all the spirit world?

[She would also like to add that it is the softest and the whitest.]