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Edward had an audible exhale as he exited the Gala. The streets were no easy place to search. Scouring the damn city was ill-suited gruntwork. Naturally, such a task was suited for his minions.  

With both his skeletons behind him, he turned to Vera.


[color=#4B8022] "I can have these two cover two directions for some distance though I'll need to be in the air to keep good command over both." [/color]

[color=#63B8FF]"Do it, I will question the civilians. With this one to help, I will be slower"[/color], Vera said, shifting Lucian so his arm wrapped over her shoulder and she could support most of his weight.

Edward gave a nod before he began his ascent into the sky. With a gesture of either arm, he sent one Skeleton north and the other south; [color=#63B8FF]"Search for the cursed woman with pink hair." [/color] taking advantage of the view to see if he could spot that pink haired woman from his sight alone.

Stagering down the street, Vera popped into existance, searching for a mortal that seemed to have some idea of what was going on. The first human she questioned offered nothing of value, save a useless comment that Lucian seemed like he was hurt.

Vera struck gold, as Amelia often loudly shouted, during her next attempt at reconaissance,interrogating another noncombatant leaving her with vital clues.

"Celeste? Oui, I saw her," the portly man dressed in what Vera could only conclude was a truly alarming amount of spandex that bordered on life threatening.

"Rouchefort was leading her away from the fleeing crowd through the other corridor. You know, Rouchefort, no?" the man added, leaving Vera to contemplate his accent, it was rich and attractive, French she knew.

[color=#63B8FF] "Thank you!" [/color ]Vera shouted, turning to head back the other way, tossing Lucian over her shoulder in a firemen's carry she began to jog back towards the corridor indicated by the stout civilian. 

Edward remained vigilant above as his skeletons moved through the crowd. Turns out pink hair was a more common phenomena then he thought, Celeste  no where among them. Frustrated, the necromancer hoped Vera had more luck. 

[color=#63B8FF] "Siggy," [/color] Vera hissed, touching the sticker that the dimuniative dicator had stuck to her. [color=#63B8FF] "I need you to pass on a message to the braggart wizard. Rouchefort is leading Celeste away from the crowd. Down the other corridor. I am heading there!" [/color]