[He has to fight back a chuckle when Little Miss Nuisance wanders towards him dressed in her Sunday best. Aerith looks stunning in that red gown, a testament that red brings out the best in everyone. However, she looks woefully out of place in the aftermath of this homicide. Aerith has a tendency to stick out like a sore thumb no matter what but that’s something the two of them share. Dante couldn’t help but smirk once Aerith settles down on her knees beside him. He’s willing to bet those fancy new heels hurt.]

So you think it’s wind magic, huh?

[Dante questions as he slowly rises to his feet. The very concept of magic baffles him but he comes from a world ripe with it. After all, his mother was an Umbran witch and he’s half-demon.] Next you’ll be telling me that it’s the pixies' fault.

[Are pixies even a thing in Japanese mythology? Dante isn’t entirely sure but he wouldn’t be surprised.]

Nothing really yet. I’m still trying to work my magic here.

[He states with a playful smirk before suddenly turning his gaze towards the crowd nearby.]

But I have a hunch that our little short turtle-in-a-half-shell friends are behind it.

[He’s talking about the Kappa tribe who are conveniently trying to shoo everyone from the crime scene.]