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[b][u]Aliquam: La Mansión de Cervántes - Second Floor Corridor[/u][/b]

Rivulets of warm water cascaded down Estelle’s body, as she lifted her head up to soak in the gorgeous water and wash her hair. She could feel all the sweat and exhaustion from her morning’s training wash away from her, and almost feel herself in danger of drifting back to sleep, the shower being that heavenly. It had been a long, long time since she had a wash as good as this, and she needed to make sure she thanked Rose for it the next time she saw her. 

A short time later, her shower having been completed, Estelle was fully dressed again, sans her familiar armour that the Cervantes siblings’ servants were being only too gracious to clean and polish for her, and she explored the Mansion’s massive corridors and rooms, trying to find a friendly face she recognised. This building was so large, so big, that it was easy for her to continually get lost in, despite the number of times she might have walked down this corridor. It took her almost twenty minutes just to find the washroom after her training. 

As she walked throughout the mansion, her eyes running across the various avant garde furnishings and beautiful paintings adorning the Mansion’s splendid walls, her thoughts always remained on the strange masked man she had met the night before. The thief whom called himself the Masked Phantom. Wondering what he was he was planning on stealing, and just how it was that she and her friends would catch him. The way he seemed to effortlessly come and go at Tobias’ mansion, she had a feeling this wouldn’t be easy…

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[b][u]Aliquam: La Mansión de Cervántes - Kitchen[/u][/b]

“Luuuute…” Dylan groaned, looking up from the comfortable perch of his arm to the overly fussy blonde man across the table, bent over halfway arched towards Aria, giving her a cup and number of pills to help combat her throbbing headache. “Give me some of thoseeee…” He reached over, taking two of the pills with one agonisingly stretched arm, and dragging it back towards his face. Lifting his head up again, the virtuoso and illusionist could see Dylan lift a finger over his lips, as he struggled to keep his eyes open at Lute. 

“Also… you control sound, right?” Dylan moaned. “Turn it dooooown… all the way… down... ugh.”

His head flopped onto the kitchen table.