[ She, too, has been wondering about this. That perhaps the intention is to paint the kappa as such, or perhaps to blend in with them. They are, Aerith recognizes disdainfully, an easy target. To this day, no one quite knows how the machine got underground. Though she does not speak, Aerith shakes her head. Perhaps Matoba is aware of why: There is no use speculating at this point.
For all they know, there is an insider with the kappa, someone interested in anarchy or aiding the old gods, or something else. This is merely a hunch, a whisper from the flowers, and nothing more, but it is something that doesn't bode well with the nature of the evening. Matoba's just told her they've secured the Black Market; Sakamoto's head won't roll by Toraguma's hand, but it makes Sutoku very, very liable as a whole, and if there's anyone to target...
— ah, but even she's a newly minted Tamamo sub-lieutenant, Matoba is above her, isn't he? That pin of his should show three stars by her count. In this case, she makes a snap decision: They're in this together. ]
Need any help? Give me a call. I'll cover.
[ People have been paying her a great deal of attention, mind. Aerith gathers her red clutch up, pops it open soundlessly, and then slides her new business card along for him. Her phone number is on the back, unsurprisingly. With that, she closes the clutch with a click, and stands. They can't dawdle too long in the same space. Quickly, her glass is picked up for cleaning by a very sudden appearance of a disinterested looking waiter. ]
I'll touch base after the festival if we're lucky.
[ With that, she walks away, the red train trailing behind her. ]
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For all they know, there is an insider with the kappa, someone interested in anarchy or aiding the old gods, or something else. This is merely a hunch, a whisper from the flowers, and nothing more, but it is something that doesn't bode well with the nature of the evening. Matoba's just told her they've secured the Black Market; Sakamoto's head won't roll by Toraguma's hand, but it makes Sutoku very, very liable as a whole, and if there's anyone to target...
— ah, but even she's a newly minted Tamamo sub-lieutenant, Matoba is above her, isn't he? That pin of his should show three stars by her count. In this case, she makes a snap decision: They're in this together. ]
Need any help? Give me a call. I'll cover.
[ People have been paying her a great deal of attention, mind. Aerith gathers her red clutch up, pops it open soundlessly, and then slides her new business card along for him. Her phone number is on the back, unsurprisingly. With that, she closes the clutch with a click, and stands. They can't dawdle too long in the same space. Quickly, her glass is picked up for cleaning by a very sudden appearance of a disinterested looking waiter. ]
I'll touch base after the festival if we're lucky.
[ With that, she walks away, the red train trailing behind her. ]