Mojique
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10/31/2025, 5:15:17 AM
No.6325935
>>6325932
When the exceptionally tall lady clambers down across the unreasonably short table from you, a lot of words struggle to climb out of the mess but a handful come out easy. "I'm sorry about the mission the other day. I didn't realize you were there."
"It is fine. I did not make it common knowledge that such a mission would be occurring." Sumika sips more of her warm alcohol, letting out sighs that sound close to relief, but not quite. "You see, there is a leak."
"Huh?"
The Operator continues. "The Orphanage matron has access to Stormwatch files. She is- no, has the capacity to be aware of missions about to occur. She can learn about our agents. She might not be able to identify them mixed into a crowd of thousands, but She is aware when and where we would ingress unless we performed some undocumented, extracirricular activity. But it's not about her." Sumika sips, pausing for some time while you are unable to form a response. Casting a sideways glare into space, finally continues with her slow, weak speech. "It is not about what She knows, as much as it is how She knows. How is She learning all of this, who is telling her? Where is the leak?"
"I-I see. I hope you uncovered something, despite my, our, my team's... mishaps."
"I am not mad at you as much as I am mad at-" She cuts herself off, aggravated. She growls through gritted teeth. "I am not the first person to be assigned to this task. Others looked into it. And they bear hostile suspicions. I wanted to show my hands were clean, and-hah."
Sumika stops completely, looking through the sliding doors to the sword she has mounted in her sparring room.
"Yakuza. Sent an eight foot tall woman to hunt an eight foot tall woman. And the oni won't even have to take a swing. She already skulks in my skin. The investigators do not say anything, but I see the way they look at me. How outsiders talk about me. How the air gets colder as I walk into rooms. How foreign officers casually refer to me. Slenderwoman. She appeared years after I joined, but they still think I am in on it. I wanted to find that mole and drag it into the light."
Her cold black eyes leer at you from behind locks of hair.
"But things do not always work out how we like."
Oh gods, she needed this to work out. "I'm sorry, I really am! I, just, some civilians were frightened by us more than the butchers, and-"
"I said I do not blame you. Simply..."
When the exceptionally tall lady clambers down across the unreasonably short table from you, a lot of words struggle to climb out of the mess but a handful come out easy. "I'm sorry about the mission the other day. I didn't realize you were there."
"It is fine. I did not make it common knowledge that such a mission would be occurring." Sumika sips more of her warm alcohol, letting out sighs that sound close to relief, but not quite. "You see, there is a leak."
"Huh?"
The Operator continues. "The Orphanage matron has access to Stormwatch files. She is- no, has the capacity to be aware of missions about to occur. She can learn about our agents. She might not be able to identify them mixed into a crowd of thousands, but She is aware when and where we would ingress unless we performed some undocumented, extracirricular activity. But it's not about her." Sumika sips, pausing for some time while you are unable to form a response. Casting a sideways glare into space, finally continues with her slow, weak speech. "It is not about what She knows, as much as it is how She knows. How is She learning all of this, who is telling her? Where is the leak?"
"I-I see. I hope you uncovered something, despite my, our, my team's... mishaps."
"I am not mad at you as much as I am mad at-" She cuts herself off, aggravated. She growls through gritted teeth. "I am not the first person to be assigned to this task. Others looked into it. And they bear hostile suspicions. I wanted to show my hands were clean, and-hah."
Sumika stops completely, looking through the sliding doors to the sword she has mounted in her sparring room.
"Yakuza. Sent an eight foot tall woman to hunt an eight foot tall woman. And the oni won't even have to take a swing. She already skulks in my skin. The investigators do not say anything, but I see the way they look at me. How outsiders talk about me. How the air gets colder as I walk into rooms. How foreign officers casually refer to me. Slenderwoman. She appeared years after I joined, but they still think I am in on it. I wanted to find that mole and drag it into the light."
Her cold black eyes leer at you from behind locks of hair.
"But things do not always work out how we like."
Oh gods, she needed this to work out. "I'm sorry, I really am! I, just, some civilians were frightened by us more than the butchers, and-"
"I said I do not blame you. Simply..."