I'm aware of what he said and I've asked for clarification. If he isn't taking it as a stunt I'll add one in, but for now I'm presuming he accepts it as a stunt. Again, I'm presuming he's running things like Gromwell, which won't allow for highly detailed write-ins and leaves us with a 60 character limit. If I'm wrong I can change my vote accordingly.
Yeah, whatever. Frankly I doubt by now that you're going to change or adapt your vote either way.
I didn't say anything about unnatural mental influence - Suzaku is naive as fuck and white knights to the extreme. Mundane deception after Loom Snarling Deception in play is enough to work on him.
So, you're calling *me* out for using meta-knowledge as part of my reasoning to send some of our demon minions to spy on the Britannian field headquarters, but then turn around and want to use a plan that depends *entirely* on meta-knowledge both in IC-justification and execution to steal the Lancelot in this battle?
Wow. That is a humongous pile of A-grade hypocritical bullshit.
And that doesn't even go into the large holes in that plan you apparently feel no reason to actually address. Yeah, whatever.
My own vote/plan:
[x] Help the terrorists
-[x] Task 14 of our Anuhle with eliminating the pilots of isolated Britannian Knightmares, and relay their positions to the terrorists. Afterwards, direct 7 of those Anuhle to make their way to Clovis' headquarters and begin to spy on it and any of the important-seeming people there, relaying information directly to you if possible, or simply gathering it for later if not.
The remaining 6 Anuhle will stay with us.
-[x] Once the terrorists have acquired Knightmare Frames, guide them on how to best use them against the Britannian forces here, to cause as much damage as possible. Try to make note which, if any, of the terrorists seem to be particularly skilled, in order to estimate whether they might be useful in the long run.
-[x] STUNT: Klchrkitnirchek patiently made her way along the wall of a building, stalking a lone not-Warstrider to kill its pilot as their new Master had ordered. An opportunity presented itself when the machine paused to gun down a group of fleeing mortals, and with a mighty push of her legs she propelled herself forward, into and then through the metal surrounding the not-Warstrider's pilot chamber. Shimmering as she took on a physical form, the pilot only had time for his eyes to widen in terror before her fangs pierced the sides of his neck. Within second, her potent Essence-venom liquified his insides, which she eagerly drank, finishing her work by devouring the remaining skin and cloth, before shedding her physical form, and leaving to report to their Master.