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[b][u]Academy of the Arts: Sound Room[/b][/u]

Gods above, that [i]hurt[/i]!

[i]"He broke my flute!"[/i] A high-pitched and wholly unpleasant voice broke through Lute’s torpor.[i]"This was hand made! Do you know how much a handmade instrument can cost?"[/i]

“Probably more than what it would take to get you to shut up,” Lute replied as he resurfaced from underneath a brass gong and a cello. Delilah “oooh”-ed and then launched into an embarrassing song that was comprised singly by the word “burn”. The girl seemed incensed and tried to pull him by the collar, but the virtuoso slapped her hand away by reflex. Undeterred, the student continued her litany.

Another student stopped her and Lucien walked inside. The virtuoso was already cleaning up the fallen instruments with one hand while his free one was draped over his forehead as he winced. “Thanks, Lucien, but you really don’t have to,” He muttered as the summoner bent down to retrieve a drum. Lute couldn’t help but glare back at the girl when she looked back. He’d like to see her get in the same mess and have somebody talk to her in such a nasty manner. That would show her! Asides from that flute though, the only things he managed to ‘break’ wasn’t really broken, more like dismantled. Lute could [i]probably[/i] fix them back with some help.

The atmosphere suddenly felt wrong and Lute saw that the lady from earlier had arrived; she summoned them and Lucien scurried over, while Lute took longer to respond as he had tambourines stacked up in his arms. Trixie came in and tried to sway the lady too! “Thanks, hero,” The virtuoso mouthed to the girl before facing Rose, but her glare was truly a sight to behold and even Delilah fumbled for a way to appease her anger. Well, something asides from stunning everyone with a banshee scream, that is.

The way Rose looked at Lute would have inspired him to make a run for it like Lucien did, but he created this mess and should be the one taking the fall from it. This urged the virtuoso to take a deep breath and attempt to communicate with the beautiful, if not scary, lady. “I’m Lute Aiseirigh, ma’am. We’re guilders and… We went here with another guilder whose sister belonged in this Academy. We were simply supposed to tour, but I have a thing with horses, so I got scared of your steed-“ And with good reason, Lute privately added, “- and I really caused a big mess. Sorry. If you don’t mind, I’ll go finish my clean up now…?” He finished and glanced over to where Lucien ran to. Oh well, he’d have to catch up by himself.