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Finally. It was somewhat embarrassing that his skeletons failed to find any on their own, but so what! He had already tried so hard to be the best reaper present. And clearly he was, surely! Surely his talents would be appraised of once this infernal job was all said and done. 

[color=#4B8022] "Roger that, I'm right on it." [/color] He and his pair of minions were right on the trail, Edward flying fast with his skeletons marching as quickly as they could after their master. Honestly, this was too much trouble. They already saved the Gala, maybe they were just being overly concerned. That was until he saw the growing manifestation behind him. Good lord, she really is a cursed magnet. He had caught up with Vera by the time they drew near to the parking lot. 

Sure enough, he eventually found Celeste who seemed to be part way dragged into the vehicle. It looked like it was against their will, but he hadn't heard much of the conversation beyond Celeste's excitement. 

Wait, she could see him? Edward's froze up in shock at that. His skeletons, almost-cartoonishly, skid to a stop with one bumping into another.

No it must have been a mistake, he must have forgot to turn his invisibility off. Or, was it? Shit, he wasn't sure. But she sounded, happy to see him? Why? That had to be a mistake as well. He was a flying ghost wizard. Then again, if she could see them well, he was pretty cool at the Gala. Maybe she's a fan now? Or maybe she meant Vera? Was she visible? 

Shit. Well, that's not important. There was some growing disaster behind them and there wasn't any time to ask questions or be flustered about it.

Edward made sure he made himself corporeal so he could at least be 100% certain he was heard, despite his previous reluctance. His introverted, cloistered nature was drowned out by all this frustration and confusion.

[color=#4B8022] "Get the hell out of the city!" [/color] There was no dramatic pretense to his speech. Just, drive away from any and all populated areas please. Even if it follows her, it would be easier to deal with whatever the hell is next without worrying about casualties. He remained visible to the public, hovering as he readied his staff with one hand and ghostly blade in the other, the two skeletons moving away from the street, but standing ahead closer to the growing threat and waited for orders.