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[b][u]Aliquam: Tobias’ Gala – 2F Balcony[/u][/b]

Tobias was a [b]snooty boobclump[/b] and Lute didn’t like him.

Both the virtuoso and the metallurgist wore the same straight-faced, tight-lipped expression as the man railed about the blackout, even going to far as to imply that he believed the Pride had something to do with it. When he finally walked away the Guilders shared a look and Lute nodded. There wasn’t anything else for them to do here, so he let go of the soundproof barrier surrounding the two of them before… Wait. “Do you hear that?” The virtuoso’s eyes were unfocused as he listened to a strange muffled sound emanating from different points in the adjacent room. Xandra seemed to notice it too, so when she tilted her head to look at something on the floor Lute followed suit and knelt down to inspect it, and that was when…

“Oh for the love of-!” Lute’s howls were an involuntary addition to the cacophony of screams and hysteria that was caused by the flashbangs. However, he regained his bearings and stayed still, gathering the noise from all around to check for any suspicious activity. The people in the adjacent room were panicking and several pairs of heels kept clacking against the floor, which made his tracking efforts more difficult than it should be. However, he picked up a trail- wait, it was gone- but there it was again! How fast could this creature be?! Lute ‘saw’ [i]something[/i] move about, its steps faster and more precise than those of the crowd inside. However, a large mass crashed down and the noise it caused washed over the already elusive trail Lute was following, causing the virtuoso to scowl before trying again. Before the virtuoso could expend any more effort, the owner of the light feet had zipped past him and over the balcony but he was too disoriented to react.

Xandra tottered away from the virtuoso and he followed her in alarm. Lute managed to grab her arm before she tipped against the railing and then up too, feeling a teeny bit better now that the colors underneath his eyelids were starting to fade away. “Can you see what’s happening, miss Xandra?” The man wiped his eyes and blinked. “Because I can’t. I shouldn’t have knelt down, ugh,” Lute spat the last part out after squinting at the floor below. Looks like he was still out.