[And, as it turns out, his scream isn't the only thing cutting through the night — and luckily for Hagakure, it isn't that stiletto, either.
"Mr. Hagakure?" comes a faint voice from down the alley, as footsteps shuffle against the pavement. "Mr. Hagakure, is that you? You forgot your —"
And that, Schuldig decides, is as good a cue as any to cut and run; he's not here to fuck up some random passerby, and while two-on-one isn't necessarily odds he's opposed to, he doesn't know what this newcomer might be packing — and in Pokemon world, two on one might quickly become fourteen on one, once people get to the balls on their belts.
So no, that's enough for now, and he's done his job. His employer was aware he might not get a death out of this one; he can settle for a lesson well learned.]
Sleep tight.
[And with that, he cuts and runs, ordering the Ditto back into cuff form as he sprints off down the alley and disappears into the night, just as —
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"Mr. Hagakure?" comes a faint voice from down the alley, as footsteps shuffle against the pavement. "Mr. Hagakure, is that you? You forgot your —"
And that, Schuldig decides, is as good a cue as any to cut and run; he's not here to fuck up some random passerby, and while two-on-one isn't necessarily odds he's opposed to, he doesn't know what this newcomer might be packing — and in Pokemon world, two on one might quickly become fourteen on one, once people get to the balls on their belts.
So no, that's enough for now, and he's done his job. His employer was aware he might not get a death out of this one; he can settle for a lesson well learned.]
Sleep tight.
[And with that, he cuts and runs, ordering the Ditto back into cuff form as he sprints off down the alley and disappears into the night, just as —
A shriek.
"Mr. Hagakure, are you all right?!"]