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[b][u]Aliquam: Tobias’ Gala[/u][/b]

“Okay, I think my eyes are okay now!” The virtuoso blinked twice before a joyous laugh rang throughout the entire hall. The hazy and dotted outline of a person swinging with one of the large chandeliers filled his vision and he immediately glanced at the railing. Was that person the one he heard earlier? The virtuoso inspected the edge of the balcony and the nearest chandelier in disbelief. He was able to cross [i]that[/i] distance in [i]one[/i] jump!?

[i]“I have come today to announce to you all my next game! The next target of ambitions, and I grant you all the chance to try and stop me… if you can!”[/i] The Masked Phantom laughed. [i]“Let us make this something exciting, shall we?”[/i]

“… This is bad. Let’s go regroup with the others,” Lute gritted his teeth and nodded at the Xandra. The two Guilders made their way past the clamoring partygoers, past the livid Tobias, and, by chance, met their friends at the head of the stairs where they all ran down together. They reached the others when the masked man declared his target, and Estelle looked absolutely incredulous at what was happening. 

The villain also seemed smug about his upcoming heist. Both Lute and Delilah thought that a good face and a silver tongue was a prerequisite for being a criminal so you could schmooze your way out of a tight spot, so that was probably why that guy up there was so confident. “Just because he’s hot doesn’t mean he could have his way,” Lute muttered, his eyes narrowing as the masked man disappeared. His familiar was of the opposite opinion.

But more importantly... Where did these [i]feathers[/i] come from?