Jareth/Siana/Peony
He hated riding chocobos and would have rather grabbed the nearest telecrystal, but Banes had already made the decision, so he'd gritted his teeth and saddled up. He could ignore the discomfort if he had to.
By the time they'd reached the scene, Jareth had already concocted twenty five different ways to chop the damned bird up and fry it. He wouldn't, really, but it had been a good mental exercise, trying to come up with decent cuts that could be had from using an ax.
The voice that'd called out to them was slightly familiar, and he frowned. Banes entered the alley and he followed, eyes taking in the scene and glancing over the body. Prostitute. Mangled. Blood was everywhere which was his first clue that something wasn't right. The second was that there was nothing else - just blood, garbage and a body.
And then he noticed Min.
Reminding himself of his manners, he nodded curtly at her and turned to Banes. "No symbols. Shit ton of blood. We sure this shit is related?"