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ᴊᴏɴᴀs ᴠᴀʟᴇsᴋᴀ (highfunctioning) wrote in thereincarnates,

What now? indeed. Oh, but that was the thrill of the chase. If it had been as simple as having Willa stand before the door with a sign that read Aldred, he would have turned round and exited immediately. That wasn't the way things worked. In his own way, he was thankful for that. To be glaringly obtuse, to give up the answer so soon, well, that wouldn't do. No, that wouldn't do at all. Jonas Aldred had to look for his solutions. Just as Willa had to think to produce the questions. She was here, somewhere, now, and Jonas knew it. Finding out where? That was solely up to him. Jena's aid, however, was something else entirely. She was more than just a set of eyes to him. Like the good doctor before her, she was another brain.

"What, you mean this isn't elegant enough for you?" He muttered calmly at her side. Jonas' jacket was already clinging to his arms, but he was far from warm. The climate change barely even resonated with him. When his mind was caught in a state such as this, his body rarely tuned into something so trivial as the weather. His fingers were in his coat pockets now, and his eyes moved from this direction to that direction. Lawyers, cops, and the occasional criminal. Boring, boring, and even more boring. Reincarnates who kept their names hidden from the rest of the world moved through the place like rodents, and none of them could tell him what he wanted. "She's here," he said matter-of-factly, as if he could already see her flitting through the crowd.

For a night such as this, the place was disturbingly packed. Faces were all unfamiliar to him and he could notice so many details that could change such a notion. "This way," he was already well off in another direction, moving his shoulders past a couple. "Excuse me," he said, but instead of dancing around them, he pulled them a part and walked forward. "Thank you," He turned his head, stopping to stand high on tiptoe. Jonas inhaled suddenly, squinting in the distance. The balcony overhead seemed the logical place to start. Or, perhaps, the VIP rooms. The possibilities were endless, and they would cover no ground together. Still, he didn't intend to leave Jena on her own. Not in a place like this. It wasn't Moriarty or Moriarty's men that set him on edge. It was everyone else.

He patted her arm linked through his, leaning over to whisper near to her and only her. "We have two options, we either a: split up and cover more ground, or b: I cause a scene and attract everyone's attention. Either of the two will possibly direct back to option b. Choose wisely." With everyone's focus on the two of them, it would be easier to spot those who weren't paying close attention to the ruckus. Those determined to keep their eyes on the reincarnated Moriarty would be spotted soon enough. All he had to do was provide them with the right catalyst.