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[b][u]Aliquam: The Academy of the Arts[/b][/u]

Angel let out a low whistle upon crossing the academy gates to the campus, moments after meeting up with Dalia. "Never thought I'd see this place so empty. Eh, sis?" Though he maintained an upbeat mood, his shoulders slightly sagged when he noticed all the art that was previously on display in the courtyard had been stored away. The nerve of this thieving asshole, striking during the senior exhibitions, going around and screwing up everyone's weeks. He could've stricken any other time of the year and Angel would have been a-okay with it, but no. It had to be this week. The aristocrat rolled his eyes just thinking about it.

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Amy returned a smile as Dalia greeted them and led the way. But the second the priestess turned around, Amy's lips returned to a half-scowl. Thankfully the aristocrats had some to-go thermos on hand (seriously), so the cleric got to bring coffee with her. Getting out of the bed and into a shower proved challenging enough, but at least everything was ridiculously comforting and/or delicious. The nasty mood that would normally accompany her hangovers was mostly soothed out. Talking always made it worse during her recovery stage (that and she just hated talking when she had headaches), so she mostly kept to herself and drank her coffee as they walked.

When they stepped into the main wing on their way to the faculty lounge, they were met with the same stillness as out in the campus. Only now their footsteps reverberated even louder. Had it not been for the party chatting amongst themselves, Trixie wondered if any of those cowboy dustballs would have rolled through the halls, or something.

"Sooo, so what's the plan tonight, guys? He said it was gonna be here, right? Should we do our stakeout plan like in Fenaru? Or - or - hey, Mister, what's the most valuable thing here?"

"Hell if I know. [i]Everything[/i] here is worth millions, easy. Besides toots, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. What's more valuable to him might be less to..."

"Okay yeah whatever. What if he tries to steal that fountain outside? That looks pretty valuable. Oh, wait, what if he tries to steal the whole stage. I'm sure the entire room- wait, he can't steal whole [i]buildings[/i], can he!? Cuz designing buildings, man that's art too. So--"

"Trixie." Amy brought a palm to her face. Shut. Up."