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[b][u]Aliquam: Academy of the Arts - Courtyard[/u] (Dalia's Group)[/b]

[i]"Now, I don't see any reason why your friends wouldn't agree to come. Free food, drinks, and entertainment. ..."[/i]

After what happened in Vandrell last time a rich stranger invited them over? Of course he wouldn't - but Amy kept her mouth shut. Maybe it's a favor for Dylan, to make up for whatever the hell had gone down between the two. Regardless of his motives, the way he carried himself with how eager and sporadic the invite was... Amy could not bring herself to trust him, and she would proceed to the party later with utmost caution.

Amy gave Moira the eye when she said 'they' were the weird-looking ones of the group. Though she assumed with the way Moira was gesturing that she was referring to herself and Syed, so the cleric made no comment on that. Once the berserker threw the building doors open, Amy walked right on in - only to have her hair and dress shoo to the side as a blur dashed straight passed her. Lucien crashed into Moira on the other side of the cleric. Well, that was fine and dandy, but then a horse started charging right at them as well! And... gave a wedgie to Lucien??

Amy's face contorted into one of utter disgust. But she wouldn't dare try to help her teammate. [s]Because that's not at all what clerics do.[/s]

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Angel wouldn't bother to help either. Instead he remained standing there by Marcus, watching Rose talk to Trixie with an almost motherly tone. He shook his head with a pleased smug on his face. "Didn't think that'd work out the way it had. Hey, how long are you guys planning on staying here? There's a ball being held by Mister Patron over here tonight - he's always trying to bring in as many people as he can. You know, bragging reasons. You should totally come though. Really interested in learning more about the whole guilder thing. And I'd love to stay and chat right now, but..." his eyes loomed back over to his sister, who had returned her attention to Lute. "I've got some unfinished business to take care of. Before my sis ruins it again."

A die rolled out from Angel's sleeve, which he then chucked into the air and caught it. With his sister still distracted, he lazily made his way back to the door. He gave Sebastian a pat on the head, rubbed his hair, bid the rest of the guilders a goodbye in some language unknown to them, and waltzed right out the door. "Keeeeva~ enjoy your tours for me. I'm done for the day," he called, hands behind his head.

On his way out, Angel noticed two soldiers seated nearby, munching away at their meals. Angel saluted to them with two fingers (his way of waving to people) before continuing down and out of sight into some other building.

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Trixie released a loud sigh as Rose's tone of voice dropped to one much more hospitable. She rushed to help out the virtuoso - literally rush, as she did her best to sprint to and from picking up and replacing things that had gone out of place. Except she realized halfway through that the (not broken) instruments she worked with putting back into their boxes... had broken from the forcefulness of her trying to shove everything into the box. That tuba was going to break apart at any second. With a nervous laugh, she backed away from the box and looked to Lute. "Um, um, yeah, you can, um, take care of the rest from here. And I'm going to, um - oh! - make sure Lucy doesn't die. Yeah? Okay. Good plan, great plan."

She rushed straight passed Rose towards where the horse had ran to. Luckily for her most of the other students who had been walking about before their arrival had gotten far out of the way by this point, so there was no one for her to crash into. Once she reached Sebastian, she leapt onto his back (and landed on her stomach, versus in an upright seated position). Trixie then fumbled her hands around his neck.

"Mister Horsie, please drop him! You're gonna make his face all red and his head hurt and stuff if you keep holding him like this!" she wailed.

Amy shook her head and facepalmed from the side. "Trixie, what on Ddaear are you..."

"Shhh! Amy, shhh! I have a charisma skill of +10. I got dis. Ahem - please Mister Horsie, please!"