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[b][u]Academy of the Arts: Keeva’s Group[/b][/u]

Lucien dragged him along and although the journey to the prop room was full of trips, grunts of pain as Lute collided with one student after another, and confused noises at all the plays Lucien was mentioning, they managed to reach it in one piece. The summoner dashed away and Lute was left to his own devices; the virtuoso used his newfound freedom to catch his breath before taking a look around. 

“That guy sure knows a lot about stabbing people. Oi, watch out!” Lute muttered to himself and then yelled out as he watched Lucien try on a helmet. He knew none of the Macbeths and Hamlets the summoner had talked about and assumed they were wanted criminals based on the fact that they seemed to like murdering people. Anyways, this room certainly was impressive. It would take a lot of time and skill to make props that certainly looked like the real thing, but the armor truly seemed genuine. It looked like it weighed like real metal too.

“Wow, so just students made all these? That's impressive! Although... Do you accept donations? Y'know, in case some props are really hard to find or do you just try to make them?” Lute addressed Keeva and gestured at the suit of livery that hung from one open closet. However, Lucien with his new helmet popped in behind their guide and Aria, drawing their attention away from the inquiry, and the virtuoso decided that it would be better to step aside.

Lute walked over to where Trixie was and peered around, only to have his eye caught by something particularly striking. “Oooh!” The man exclaimed as he retrieved the plush bunny from a high step in the shelf. “So cute. Fuwafuwafuwa- Wait, why would plays even need stuff toys?” He squeezed the fluffy rabbit toy as a strange fire lit up his eyes. Turning to Trixie he asked, “Do you think we can take stuff home?”