言外之意

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Florica had stopped leaving the dimension because she didn’t want to leave Faye behind anymore. She maintained her employment with D.R.I. as long as is it applied to this dimension she would gladly take part. Since her decision to stay, she wanted to live with Faye in their own home. After a few months of searching, they were able to agree on a home, that had a decent amount of interior space and a basement. For Florica it was important to have plenty of land, to grow flowers, and harvest food. 

Because of their combined efforts they made money, working together as a duo, to work on varying requests that were posted at a local guild. They would normally take the ones, that usually nobody wants. It was a week since the last mission they completed and it focused on monster hunting. 

Because they were a couple they shared a bed and Florica wasn’t one for sleeping with her clothing on. It was nine thirty five in the morning and Faye was in her arms, being cute as always. Florica smiled to the female lover and kissed her head. 

They had agreed to go to the guild today, to find a new mission, but who knew if they actually would. It’s not like they were strapped for cash or anything. 

Some time had passed since her decision to move out of Talon’s shop into a place with Florica. Her mentor, though hesitant at first, reluctantly agreed as Faye had pretty much begged. She returned to the shop frequently, helping Talon out and furthering her training with him. But most of the time, she worked with Florica by accepting missions from the local guild.

She was as warm and satisfied as anyone could ever be in Florica’s arms, but if they were going to get anything done, they’d have to get out of bed.

“I take it you coming here wasn’t for the benefit of my safety?” Vara asked the other and chuckled. He watched the mass of green aura shake their head and started to speak. 

“I found the connection between all the victims and you’ll be interested in hearing all about this, I’m sure.” She said before leaning against the brick wall. “Since we have been working on this case their have been multiple murders in regards to individuals who were born to magic users, but never really had their particular powers, able to grow. So they remained dormant.” She said to him before pausing to catch her breath. 

“However, it seems that energy can be tapped into, by consuming the heart’s of these individuals. The one who consumes doesn’t obtain those abilities, but just adds to their own natural abilities. They are altered to the lowest level of functioning. It’s quite impressive and this all seems to go back to one source.” 

Vara raised a brow and looked to her. 

It was around 9 at night when she set off, dressed in clothes she could move in easily. Though she couldn’t scent her mentor as she approached her destination (a hospital of sorts?), she knew he’d be somewhere close by. That was how he worked. Likely, he would know she was here, too.

“It’s cute that you believe you can intimidate me. This body is beyond your basic level understanding, stranger. Certainly you can try to do that, assuming you want to have your soul ripped from you, to repair the damage.” Vara said to her in a playful tone.

“I hope it didn’t take you long to figure that out. What I know doesn’t really concern you. There is no need to share my information with you. As of now you’re still a suspect. It wouldn’t be wise for me to just tell you.”

From the shadows a woman showed herself and she had a fairy with her.

“Hey boss. This bitch giving you trouble?” Lily asked as she punched her gauntlets together.

“Actually, in a way she is. She’s preventing me from going home and wants to know about the case.” Vara said.

“Listen, I’ve seen a lot of shit in the three hundred years I’ve been living- the whole ‘ripping your soul out’ spiel neither surprises me, nor intimidates me.” Shion rolled her eyes. “And I’ve got nothing to do with this murder. You can ask my colleagues for my alibi. The shop’s just down that-away.” Shion pointed in the general direction of her game shop. 

This conversation was going nowhere. If this man wasn’t going to tell her anything, then she would have to figure it out herself. And thankfully, she’d arrived here just before the scent of the other kitsune went cold. Though it was fainter now, Shion could recognize her mentor’s scent. There were more scents lingering in the air, and Shion turned as a woman stepped out of the shadows with a fairy counterpart.

However, he stopped himself, because he didn’t feel like draining the life out of the other.

“In the future. Don’t touch me.” He said coldly as his body radiated with his aura. A clear statement that he was more than annoyed by her behavior.

The man turned around, grabbing her by the throat. His words contained an unspoken threat, but Shion was not going to take it lying down. She thrust her hand into his face, nails lengthening into claws. “Then in the future, don’t walk away from me. Or the blindfold will not be the only thing I rip from your face,” she hissed.

The female spoke once more and he merely shrugged.

“The question wasn’t forgotten, but I have no intentions of telling you such information. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” The elder god said before starting the trek to return home. It was clear he was interested in solving the case.

“Fine. I wouldn’t know about genetic abnormalities- I’ve not met another kitsune in a very long time. But this one,” Shion gestured to the still-bloody crime scene, “it’s obvious that this one has been killing humans for a while. And eating their hearts for power.” A flashback: rich, warm blood trickling down her chin. She pushed the memory aside. 

‘The homeless of society.’ He thought to himself before making it the sight and turning the corner. There was another there with aura of red-orange. ‘Kitsune.’ Vara thought to himself as she spoke to him in a frantic tone.

It was clear she wasn’t the culprit.

“No cops. Stop talking. This is a supernatural matter.” The voodoo god said to the other before walking past her. As he observed the remnant aura he noticed that something was different about the attacker. Yes the attacker ripped out the heart, but they left a different and fading color of aura

This was a mixture of red-orange and blue.

‘Odd.’ He thought to himself before waving his hand to dispose of the body into a different dimension. There was no need to panic the humans.