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ergastulum. (1x1 w/DarkMudkip)

"Holy shit." Motochika muttered, "Shingen...killed? What the fuck?"
"That's the big guy what was there before, right?" Masamune asked flatly.
 
Megohime’s eyes narrowed, knowing if someone could get to Shingen, they could easily take out anyone else in the room. His position was openly pro-twilight, so of course he was have plenty of people wanting to take him out, but with what happened to herself and to Lady Chosokabe, it was only a matter of time before the others were attacked.

“Yes.” Yukimura nodded, answering Masamune’s question, a hint of pain in his voice.
 
"Sorry to hear that..." Masamune muttered, "Didn't know the guy but he seemed cool..."
"I still haven't found the group who popped Megohime's folks...they covered theor tracks really well." Motochika said.
 
Megohime looked to Matsunaga, who had been sitting silently. “What of you, Matsunaga?” She asked. “You’ve been rather quiet.”
 
Yukimura wrung his hands, nodding in acknowledgement, Megohime however didn’t seem assured.
“We’ll be doing our own own internal investigation, with things getting so chaotic with opposing protests, we fear things are only going to grow worse.”
 
Megohime scowled, business was going great, but she found moving shipments to be more and more dangerous. “I don’t think sides matter at the point, it’s becoming more of a free for all.” She muttered.
Yukimura only nodded silently, knowing the struggles of all the refugees the Takeda had taken in. “There has to be something more we can do.” He said.
 
His eyes widened and he lurched forward in his chair, gripping the arms of his chair. “You mean a witch hunt? What good would that do..!?”
 
"Well, it would make things far easier." He replied.
"You're mad." Motochika hissed. Matsunaga looked over at him.
"Maybe. Though, it is a rather double edged sword. On the one hand, shipments and resources for refugees would become far easier. On the other, violence against Tags would increase."
 
Megohime was quiet, as if she were actually weighing the options, arms crossed and a hard expression on her face.
Yukimura looked disgusted at the notion, sneering at Matsunaga. “The Takeda clan will do no such thing! Even the notion of doing that is heinous!”
 
Matsunaga only gave a hum in response. Motochika scowled, "There won't be any senseless killing of humans. The idea in and of itself is barbaric."
 
“Well I’m not going out of my way to hunt anyone- humans or Tags.” Megohime said firmly.
Yukimura was reassured that at the least Motochika and Megohime voiced their distaste of the idea. “I only hope this news brings extra caution to you all, and that none of you find the same fate.”
 
"Trust me, no one's puttin a hand on her.." Masamune said. Motochika stood.
"If you excuse me, I think that's everything covered? I'll continue digging around." He said and bowed before leaving.
 
Megohime stood as well, giving a slight wave to the two remaining men as she headed to the exit with Masamune in tow, Yukimura frowning and standing abruptly. He gave a curt bow of his head, then left quickly- he wouldn’t allow Matsunaga to have his way, killing wouldn’t help anything.
 
“It isn’t something we’ll ever be doing.” He said firmly, keeping his eyes ahead. “We won’t kill needlessly, it isn’t what Oyakata-sama would do.”
 
“I’m relieved that you can see that.” Yukimura said, getting into the car and heading back to the estate.

Nana whimpered and struggled against the thick leather straps keeping her down on the cold metal table, looking around the dimly lit room with frantic eyes. She had been recovering in the hospital, resting in her room when two men armed with guns came. They easily killed the two men Motochika had posted to watch her, before dragging her out of bed and out through the morgue exit. Had anyone seen her get taken? They hadn’t made much noise due to the silencers on the guns, and the hospital was already so busy with treating wounded protesters.
Her breathing was ragged, a thick rubber tube down her throat and several IV’s in her arms. She still wore her hospital clothes, which did little to keep her warm in the freezing cold room she had been left in.
 
Nana turned her head the best she could with a strap over her forehead, her heart beating hard in her chest, but still couldn’t see anyone due to the single bright light directly over her, effectively blinding her.
“She seems to be in relatively decent health, despite her previous wounds- which are all healing nicely.” The second voice spoke up in the same direction as the first.
“The records from the hospital show she had been pregnant, but was lost due to her wounds. Mental faculties appear relatively in order; cognitive and capable.”
 
Nana let out another muffled cry, straining hard against the leather straps, feeling like she was going to be sick. What did he mean? Begin what? She tried to call out, tried to speak, but the tube stopped her from doing so.
 
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