Subject: Tacitus shook his head.
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Posted on: 2015-05-04 04:47:00 UTC
He then shook his head harder. A D.O.R.K.S disguised as a spare notepad fell out of the dense tuft of hair on Tacitus' head and clattered to the ground. Leaving Zeb to manipulate the Kostume System by himself the DoI operative continued following Rina, staying outside of her peripherals by sticking to dooraways and ducking behind the occasional passerby.
Tacitus frowned. It wasn't like him to meddle in the affairs of other people outside of Madam's work. Come to think of it, why was he concerned with this girl's plight? Her story was exactly like countless others in the PPC. She was nothing special compared to the rest. Perhaps it was his need for a thrill that prompted the hunt. Arceus knows how difficult it was to hold back from eliminating a Suvian at the end of an intel run. There was no kill here-- just like in any normal intel run-- but the excitement was there: the danger of being caught and the swiftness of the case. Tacitus felt alive.