#illusence

“I take the case. Your thief problem will be no more.” 

Holmes give his client a simple promise  that he take his request as the client thank him and left. Holmes after the fight with NULL have began his consulting business again. His office being his own apartment as he observe the details the client gave him. Picture of previous victims who got their stuff stolent in board day light.

The currency most people use in this city. Dust is a virtue currency. So there no big worry of having your money rob as the problem is people still wear jewelry. Jewelry have been disappearing in a certain area in the Golden ward as there was rumor of a master thief at work. Of course the police have much bigger fish to fry then just a simple thief as a victim called in Holmes to break the case.

Holmes objective is not to CATCH the thief per se. He just need to make sure the objective of his client request. [For the Thieving to stop] achieve. He take his wooden cane with him out of the door as on his way to the golden district. He laid out baits. He gave a couple of people with treasure he recover in other case and put a certain kind of hard to spot ink on said treasures that almost impossible to wash away.. Holmes is counting on his mystery thief unknowingly getting ink on their hands while trying to steal the treasure as Holmes carry some on himself also.

         it’s the only logical explanation. ...right?

         the scroll -- not-scroll he was given replaces his own. fancy tech and all that jazz, that’s what atlas is known for, obviously -- even sun knew that. though the thought of exploring the city is enticing, the thought of attending a festival is much more so. 

As it turns out, Sayo quickly became used to this strange and new place. She opened herself up to this new and magical experience with seemingly open arms.

Her only concern, however, was whether or not she’d be able to see the person she loves again.

Those words...

‘... I’ll come for you on a white horse!’

They kept repeating themselves in her mind, like a movie. And the world around her no longer mattered. She gripped the books she had picked up from the library tighter, grinning to herself at the humble memory.

... Until she ran face first into someone, and those books crashed to the ground.

Whether or not she was recognizable wasn’t quite the question at this point. He could parse his memories of students and wanted posts alike when everything was settled, but given the state of this city, things were far from settled. In fact, everything had just gotten far worse as far as anyone was concerned, even with their ability to fight given back to them.

At least, Kingfisher firmly back in his grip, he hoped it was going to be enough. Imitations or no, he looked at the girl standing next to him, taking in her expression at the hoards among hoards of Grimm specifically pouring out of that island.

“Apparently,” he gestured to the floating structure.

“One too many people here aren’t very fond of Grimm.” One finger shot out, pointing to the flood of them. “And they’re probably just the appetizer. So I’m thinking we get on over there and take care of this as soon as we can.” Trying to size her up, he quirked a brow.

         rough weeks aside, he hasn’t forgotten the person that not only stole his not-scroll scroll, but also sent him running at mach speed in the wrong direction. sure, he eventually found a beach with docks at the other end of the ward but there weren’t even any ships back to vale -- much less to remnant! though a resident of remnant as well, she’s clearly made a fool out of him and he intends to make her pay for it -- or at least, give his phone back.