[center][h1][color=DarkRed]Argus Leandros[/color][/h1][/center]

Argus grinned as he heard the girl's enraged shout echoing from the plaza he'd left behind, knowing that the next time they met, he doubted many people would be able to stop her form trying to pound his face in. [i]Now then, since I'm not going to be fighting, what else can I do to occupy my time.[/i] As Argus contemplated this, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. A lithe figure hopping the rooftops and moving in his direction. It didn't take him long to figure out that the figure was Ni, which brought a smile to his face. He'd wait until she was close enough to see him, then bolt off in another random direction. He'd hop and sprint over the roof tops, before leaping into the crowds, swerving in and out of the mass of bodies in an attempt to lose his pursuer before leaping up onto another rooftop in a different direction than the one he'd been going. 

If Ni still seemed to be on his tail, he'd re-quip another brace of lacrima, with one smoke lacrimal and several new white ones, and would hold onto them until he reached the end of his present run of roof. As he leaped off, he'd turn in mid-air to throw the brace of crystal's onto the rooftop behind him. A puff f smoke would obscure the trap he'd set up within it, as the white lacrimal had created large splatters of a special, rubbery adhesive. Once the person lands on it, they'd be stuck in said substance for about a minute before it wore off, unless they had a hand free to cut themselves out, in which case it'd probably be closer to half that time, as they'd still have to saw themselves out of it. However, trying to use pure strength was a bad idea, as it'd only slam you back into the ground and get you even more stuck than before. A very sneaky trap indeed and one that, in his years of mercenary work, has proven to be very effective and deadly given the right circumstances.

With that done, he'd turn around . . . only to slam face first into a window, breaking through and rolling to a stop. He'd slowly get up, wiping the broken class of himself and looking around, only to notice that he seemed to be in some kind of changing room. Turning around, he'd see a bunch of what he could only assume to be models of some kind in various states of dress, who in turn were staring at him with a look of shock on their faces as everyone tried to process what was happening. Argus simply stood there for a second, before giving them a smile.

"I must say, you're all looking good. Thank you for the excellent memory and view, but I'm in the middle of a chase right now, so . . . later." Argus was quick to exit the way he'd gone, and was soon followed by the enraged shouts of the women inside, as well as several objects of varying size that had been thrown after him, including one of the cabinets that had been holding the clothes they were to change into. This sparked some chaos in the streets below as people tried to figure out what was happening(and avoid getting brained by chairs and compact mirrors), Argus ooh the time to sneak away down some alleys. Eventually, he found himself a few blocks away from the building, giving a sigh of relief, and was about to make his way to the rooftop again when he spotted a girl near a little booth. 

She looked rather young, and had what seemed like a severe limp as her leg was completely unresponsive, and it seemed that it made the task of putting her little booth away much harder than it probably was to get them there. Confident that he'd lost his comrade in the chase/chaos of before, he decided he could spare the time to help her out.[i]What's the worst that could happen?[/i] With his mind set, Argus walked over to the girl, calling out to her as he did so and hoping she wouldn't find his appearance overly-intimidating.

"Hello there, need some help?"

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