OT: Parsley's not aware of that. She probably wouldn't care either
IC:
Out of a thousand hunters, twenty-four decided to leave. That wasn't as bad as she feared. Parsley had no idea how many souls left HFIL on a "daily" basis. She could only imagine it was a regular amount, given the number of hunters enlisted. There were other factors involved, even multiple Oni leaving their post unannounced was the largest one.
Sarada had told Parsley in brief about Kevi and her deal. A being who preyed on children seemed tailor-made to earn her sister's ire, yet they never fought. A surprise to be sure, but perhaps for the best. The vampire seemed out of Sarada's depth back then, and had learned tricks to keep her out of her grasp on Darkle. And now, it seemed the feared vampire had been de-fanged and neutered.
Without her collective of souls, she was likely nothing more than a nuisance - a less annoying one than she was before. The false "king" was back in his hell, so Kevi was the only person capable of telling them the exact means of her escape.
Parsley eyed the diminutive ceramic jar placed on the desk with a curious glint in her eye. Arms folded, she awaited the shadow creature's appearance so they could finally have a diretion to go in. With hope, that direction ended with a face to punch.