Erebus moved like a shadow in the night. Moving himself from building, onto fence, and so forth. His natural agility made getting around quite easy. He was still annoyed of his curse for all time, but accepted being trapped in this body due to it's small-- almost insignificant perks. Nonetheless, the topic of race and species was just another old subject. The one at hand was what he and Irony would end up doing to the captured mafia member.

That's right, kidnapped and now ready for torture. Strategist personally wouldn't take it any other route-- interrogation or not. These filthy degenerates acted like they owned the town. It would bring him great satisfaction to brutally scar one of the arrogant fools. Hmm... "I think I start off by sawing his arm off. Or maybe, cut his fingers off, and then the arm. That way he knows exactly what I mean when I question him." The cat snickered fro he darkness as he met with a Martello outside the building. Erebus entered the building which he was invited too, it lied on the outskirts of town in a suburban lot of land. He trusted Celeste was already here. Before going through the doors-- the man was equipped with a balaclava.

The next bit was that he couldn't use his claws. Saddened, the young neko figured cutting anything off was now off the to-do list. Very well, he'd settle for punching the captive all night, as well as other excruciating bludgeon type damage. The door shut behind the male, and he stared off t the target. Glowing yellow eyes locked on. The only quality he'd show... "Hello, and welcome to hell, Tessio rat. You'll comply or you'll die. Do I make myself clear?"

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Erebus heard her, "Yo." He managed to say in her direction, approaching the target but his head shot in her direction with a wave. When he got closer he began to offer up questions pertaining to the suspects private life. If he had a wife, children, that kind of thing in the meantime he pulled up a folding chair and sat in it before the mafia member. When no answer was given, Erebus chuckled, such a shame. A powerful jab would meet the man's nose. Busting it with an all in one shot. Yet still the man managed to squeeze his eyes shut and ignore tears. From there though, fear would be instilled within. Now they could really get to work on all this.

"Come here babe, teach this bastard a lesson."

The cat smiled evilly under his mask. He'd force her to be bad, knowing she was against this kind of thing. He loved watching Irony obey, it was funny, but the two still hadn't bedded each other. Soon enough, he'd make her a real woman. For now-- she had to prove she was evil enough to contend with the guild. No weakness, only evolution. The boy scooted backwards allowing Celeste the chance to get close and hurt the target. Erebus was curious, what would she do to hurt the captive hostage?

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Jesus Christ, this bitch was insane. If Erebus didn't know any better this would be the type of moment to draw the line with the girl. But then again, there was traces of emotion in there. Longing, and it made him feel enticed to watch as she cut into the man with her feet and fists. Perhaps he could help? But then again, she was doing so well and interrupting would be utterly intruding. Little Irony was a sexy number, especially when she was in combat like this. It made him feel alive to watch the dark seeds sprout out from within her, he felt an odd feeling began and quickly had to displace himself from vulgar thoughts.

Erebus began asking about the car transport from where he stood, the more he refused, the more he left the beating to his innocent girlfriend. Slowly and surely; the woman drew answer from his mouth, and with every message delivered. The duo grew every bit closer to being successful in turning this respected mafia member into a rat. The Martellos' would be pleased, pleased indeed. Smart of them, the cat would admit, to get mercenaries to do this. Had it been their men they'd have gotten exposed easily. These younger mafias were getting stronger; the darkness flourished here.

"Look! All I know about the money transport is that it'll uh, t-take place sometime next week, Tuesday! And  they'll be using a special route through Oak to get the cash out. The route tears through the ou-outside of the edges of lakeside. Past Majura Gallery and ending not far from the Swineherd P-mm-Pub."

The man spoke through fear and choking blood, but his job had been done. The mission was successful. "Ah, thank you. The pleasure was all ours. Knock him out and we'll report back..." Erebus said to Irony, after turning his attention off of the victim. It was clear now that the two had done their job. Now the end was close. Time to get paid for this and return to the Ark... Maybe Erebus would sneak into Irony's room tonight too, and punish her a little. The neko smiled from ear to ear, his eyes squinting and the closing so he could laugh a little to himself.

"You did well, my queen."

Strategist turned to exit, starting with the door. When he and Irony exited, he turned to her and pulled her Baklava off-- throwing it to the ground, and then his own with much haste. Now that the two had a second to themselves, he proceeded with absorbing her into a passionate kiss. Sliding his tongue into her and keeping her body pressed onto his own. He picked her up from her rear past that, clenching her in the air as pinned her against the wall. He wanted to take her right here. But he knew he couldn't-- prizes were meant only to be waited on. This was her tease, he'd fill her with the most lustful desires until the day came when she'd be his. Then-- he'd make her fall in love with more than just his personality. There were other tools to make girls get attached, after all...

When the Martello member walked up behind the couple, as they were hot in the action. Erebus remained quiet, trusting that Celeste could speak through her soft moans as he held her against the wall, it'd be her job now to inform the man of what they'd learned inside the building. Meanwhile, Strategist's lips were too busy kissing on the woman's neck to pay much attention to the stranger.~

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