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[cursed_bird]

::Takatori Mamoru was a difficult man to catch alone. He was surrounded by toadies and sycophants and lawyers half the day, and the crème de la crème of society from three continents the other half... and his intensely loyal and impressively trained bodyguards were never far off. But he still could take himself to the bathroom, and Farf still had a

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[killwithmymind]

Nagi has been muttering curses under his breath for hours since Crawford is half-blind to things involving the Nexus. He's got PINpoint coordinates to spots all over the building, but until the last moment, he's still not exactly sure when and where he needs to be.

And just his luck, Farf's not in a playful mood.

[cursed_bird]

::Playful? Playful in this situation would be suicide. No, when Farf appears in the bathroom, he's a half-meter away from Mamoru's unguarded back, and it won't take him more than a second to stab Mamoru - here, just above the C7 - and PINpoint away. Are you faster than that, Nagi?::

[killwithmymind]

Nagi's more than a little cranky, so there's really not such a thing as excessive force, though lack of finesse is also an option. The bathroom door can go flying off the hinges and pin Farf to the wall, or at least knock Farf away from Mamoru.

Nagi steps in calmly. He seems to be getting better at making entrances. It must be the coat.

[cursed_bird]

::...And Farf is pinned to the wall as Mamoru leaps to the side. He looks more than a little foolish, crouching next to the toilet with a dart in one hand and his business hanging out, but Farf's not really in a position to laugh. How did that...? Oh.::

...Oracle.