As the Shadowy Figure left the castle, he saw a man in a Violet garb, most of him was covered with cloak of the same color, thus leaving the finer details. He did however see the man have his baby blue eyes, the man was much taller than he. He tipped his head to the man, to which drew his attention.
"Never knew black was in this season."
"Black is usually in and out." The man retorted to the violet colored one.
"Quite the play of words black Raven, though you seem to be migrating, as if a sign of death...Yet your eyes so innocent like that of a young bahhing babe." He somewhat drew closer.
"Sign of death is accurate. But to who it matters to, that is irrelevant."
The man smirked a bit, his pearly teeth showing a tad bit. "Well. A good day to you."
"Right... While I may be the Black Raven, you're the White one. Though it isn't my place to say who is bringing death."
The shadowy figure turned back onto his heel as he sat down in a wooden boat. Alexandrian guards seemed to be on the look out for the recent killer.
A male and a female were rowing the boat together. One of which wore a green leotard, hair braided, yet slightly draping to the sides.
The male wearing somewhat rusted ivory armor.
"Oii... This Black Mage fellow said to 'ave killed someone. Cept 'twasn't a black mage at all. T'is be a Forest Stalker... liver eating menace." The male spoke, his voice full of dread and disdain.
"T'was a frightful report to receive... But I rather extra eyes than extra bodies. T'is nice to have you moving passengers with me Abraham." She spoke with a bit optimism. It was nice to see that people were working together through even the darkest times. This made the robbed one smile a bit.
Upon reaching the moat's end, he saw several people waiting to cross, many nobles, and a certain killer stood in the crowd.
Rather than draw attention, he moved by the peasantry and skulked through the back alleyway.
To which, he saw blood, and flower life. "He was killed here, and turned into plants to hide the body, which is strange. Most Elder Ones try to dine on the Livers, yet it was perfectly broken down into plant life." He took note of the small scenery, as well as the knocked down objects, such as bundled flowers meant for a Bouquet,reeds, and what seemed like a pot of honey.
"You'd think and Alexandrian would adapt to using airtight containers rather than pottery..." he shook his head a bit as he came across the "Inari's Den."
"The White one came from here."
He opened the door to see a Moogle staring at the doorway. The Moogle somewhat flapped over to him with his disproportionate wings.
"Dink-a-loo Dink-a-lee. Hazelnut has to ask you to leave. The Den is closed."
"Then I'll be quick." The Shadowy figure pointed and twirled his finger, a sigh white as chalk, and transparent as faded light formed, and it seamlessly hit the Moogle.
"I heard it gets cold. So turn up the heat, and... open the Office of your boss'."
The Moogle seemed to be in a trance, his eyes seemed a bit dazed, but he opened the door as he was commanded.
The office itself seemed like an eccentric painting to the man, sculptures of himself, as well as many figures, of whom is possibly forms he has assumed over his lifetime. "What a dis-proportioned mess..."
He walked over the wooden floor to what looked like a safe. Rather than trying to figure out how to open it, he pointed at the Moogle.
"Open."
Again, as commanded, the Moogle obeyed. To which, the male received an Emerald horn.
"Where is the Gil." He turned his head to the Moogle, who pushed one of the sculptures- attempted to.
"Stand by the door."
The figure trusted his hand out lightly, a wave of pure force sent the sculpture toppling over, shattering. Under the base of it, he held several large bags, which he attacked to his waist band.
"Take me to the Kitchen, and the basement." The Moogle exited the room, the man left a small cylinder in each corner before doing the same in the entrance room, where tables and chairs were. He had them hidden well against the walls. Soon he entered the Kitchen where the Chiefs were, rather than wasting his time, he looked at the Moogle.
"Tell the Qu's I am here to... improve the building." As the Moogle went to do as he was told, the Man grabbed a few bottles of oil, pouring it around each corner of the floors to reach the cylinders as he placed them in the kitchen.
"Take me to the storage room where you keep the food. Bring the Qu's."
Without much hesitation, the Qu's followed, asking questions as to why they needed to come.
"There is special food down there. Now let's go." The man followed the Moogle, oil trails to the side as he got to the wooden door, there being a lock. To which the Moogle had the key to. Door was iron, simple, but sturdy.
The group entered as there was more oil being pored, more cylinders placed down. It didn't take long for them to sniff the oils, but the man was clearly doing something they were unsure of. However, the man detested seeing so many human corpses around, butchered and mutilated, it made his stomach churn.
"Give me the key and stay put." The Moogle handed the man the key, him exiting the room before closing the door slowly, the Qu's could not see it, but they could sniff the blocking of air. The door had been shut, and locked.
Upon returning to the Boss' room, he pushed yet another sculpture down with the same technique.
"A staff...?" In the rubble, he saw a staff that seemed familiar to him, rather than question it deeply, he took note it was a relic from where he was from.
"Ah... a Morphium stone..." He smirked a bit to himself.
"How I longed to see this... It's mine now. And with that.. I believe decorating this fancy monster's den is ready to be at a close. I think these are welcomed changes... He exhaled as he drenched the room with oil from the kitchen, making sure he hit every room after just in case before igniting it from the kitchen.
Each stem blazed up into beautiful blur fire, such beauty traveled between the rooms, and one by one, the cylinder's caused explosions that made the establishment fall and crumble from the very inside. There would be nothing for Hitori to return to. "A Monsters' death for a pack of Monsters."
The Invader was gone with the loot, there was no whiteness that he could see. But then again, the back ally ways are always nice to avoid population.
Back at the Castle, the Prima vista was landing.
