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[h2][color=#7AFF95]Amelia Dupont[/color][/h2]
[hr][h3]~1510 | PARIS | FASHION SHOW VENUE[/h3][hr]
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[indent]Ah, Paris. Wonderful, beautiful, Paris. How she had missed France, in these past months. Amelia knew, of course, that such a storm as the one she spied on the edge of her vision would no doubt be the subject of their mission, painfully far off as it was. But if she could take in the place for a moment... ah, what a shame that she had a job to do. She wondered if the family home was still around. There was a chance they had torn the place down, after everything, but it would be nice to see how things had all panned out. Swept under the rug, most likely.

Perhaps if they dealt with this quickly enough-- shit, car!

Wait, weren't those reapers? It seemed likely that that was the way they should go, then.

And also that their cover was mostly-blown, because that was not one of them driving. The lack of required subtlety, relatively speaking, suited her fine. 

It was a good thing that they weren't yet tangible, though. She would have been quite embarrassed to be immediately run over, in her own city. It seemed worse, somehow, to die so mundanely in a city with which she was so intimately familiar, though she couldn't say why. It was no harder to be run over in Paris than anywhere else. She glanced over as Aron appeared with her, but didn't take the time to crow about the joy of her return. After all, they needed to follow.

If they let her back into the city and she didn't get to fight anything, it would be a tragedy. Things had been so painfully mundane, lately. Not once had she managed to fly close to the sun, and the absence felt as though it itched underneath her skin. So permanent, so solid, so boring it had been.

The next car, then, was a welcome blessing, and she didn't think to consult Aron before becoming tangible, and taking the most immediate measure to draw attention, pulling the gun from her hip and shooting into the sky as she stood in the road in front of their fellow reapers' tailing vehicle.

[color=#7AFF95]"OI!"[/color] A good opener, as she waved the driver down. [color=#7AFF95]"Give us a lift! We're with those others!"[/color]

She was asking, because it was good to have allies. That she was also forming a plan to steal the car was currently immaterial, and would hopefully stay that way. Perhaps Aron would have a better way to ensure their journey: her magic was not suited for this without preparation or destroying the car, and it was (as had been extensively emphasised to her) frowned upon to use violent crime as one's first port-of-call in problem solving. Second, maybe, would be explicable. But hopefully it wouldn't come to that.[/indent]