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[hr][center][h3]~1450 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE[/h3][/center][hr]
It had been twenty minutes since they had entered the venue.

It had been eight minutes since Celeste had been led away by a squad of skeletal monkeys.

For a human being, eight minutes was more than enough time to vacate the premises, and the guests of the fashion venue had vacated even earlier than that. With Lucian hoisted over Vera’s shoulder (Reapers were strong, but a princess carry was out of the question when she needed her sword arm free) and Edward’s floating swords leading the way, the trio of corporate employees charged straight down the direction that the model had pointed…and immediately hit a fork in the road.

It was a building, after all. Corridors intersected with one another. And while they [i]could[/i] exhaustively search through every room and corner of the multi-story venue, there were two other ways of looking about: up on the roof, or down on the ground.

From the roof, they could search the crowds from above, in hopes of spotting a pink head amidst other, non-pink heads. A strategy may have to be formed with regards to how to quickly get off the roof, of course, but falling to one’s death wasn’t much of an issue when one could turn intangible and fly.

From the ground, they could travel down the wide streets more easily, giving them an expanded search radius. Though it would be difficult to find a specific person just by looking, in exchange, they would have the ability to actually [i]ask[/i] the civilians where Celeste was. And who knows! Maybe one of them would even have her phone number!

Not, of course, that the Reapers did.