A Slight Backtrack

9:51 PM

The loud, small-cannon sounding shot was still ringing in the kitsune's ears. The ambiguously gendered kitsune stood there for a while, eyes closed as it stood over the body of the latest kill, waiting for its ears to stop ringing. They did, eventually, and it slowly pulled a knife out of its boot to start digging deep into the chest cavity, performing open heart autopsy on the latest victim. After opening the corpse up enough, the kitsune dug into the heart and eventually extracted the rare, custom Damascus steel bullet.

The blood washed off easily enough, from the bullet and its hands, down the gutter grates and into the sewer. With clean hands and a clean bullet, the gun returned to a holster under the pirate style coat, while the bullet returned to a bag on the creature's belt. After doing a last quick double check of the scene, the kitsune rounded a corner, tails and silver flowing hair remaining for a second afterward before it too was gone.

The slums had many unsolved murders, almost as if the cops just didn't care about the scum that died here. Perhaps their effort was better suited to more interesting endeavors rather than tracking down every John Doe that ended up as another unidentified corpse. With all the gangs down here, it wasn't entirely uncommon to find bodies.

Unfortunately, for Faryad, bodies with large holes carved out of them were starting to attract a bit bigger attention. For now, however, it was still in the clear. Deciding that it was time to take a break and try to calm itself down, it headed for the nearest bar. The pirate hat turned this way and that with the head of the kitsune as it tried to find a location that was the most beneficial for its current needs.

The Bloody Knuckle seemed like a good enough choice and thus, the kitsune slid in through the doorway. Glancing around at the people, the kitsune opted to sit off in a corner of the bar, away from everyone else. It was amazing, regardless of the fact that the kitsune practically stood out like a sore thumb, no one ever seemed to stare for too long, nor would anyone remember its presence later, benefit of drunks.

The bartender eventually made his way over after serving drinks to the celebrating group of three further down the bar. The kitsune answered in a strange deep voice, which seemed cold, devoid of emotion, "Half rum, half water, pinch of sugar, splash of lemon." The bartender just sort of stared slightly but shook his head and moved off to prepare the drink. The kitsune's attention brought back to the group as the tallest one was hit by the middle one, and yet everyone seemed to just go about their business.

Faryad had to wonder what two foxes and whatever sort of wild mix that third one was would have with each other's company. Regardless, there was something that put the mixed creature in Faryad's sights. The treatment of that female, farthest away from Faryad, it was uncalled for, and the fox already seemed depressed to begin with. Faryad made a note for later and smirked to the bartender, taking the drink quickly and taking a large guzzle.

After a few hours, the bar started clearing out, but everyone seemed to be heading deeper into the bar. The female who had caught Faryad's eye walked towards the exit though and out into the night, and Faryad turn approached shortly afterward. The kitsune ducked out the door into the night, going where ever it felt like, having not paid for its drink. As if that was really a prime concern at the moment. The kitsune was off, answering the call of the night.