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[b]The Academy of the Arts[/b]
It wasn't just outside where pieces had been stored away. The walls were covered in slightly darker rectangles, where drawings, paintings and photographs had been removed and stored away. Anything small enough to carry was being removed, leaving only the largest pieces and those too delicate to move safely. No doubt it would be the same across the campus - everything from musical instruments and more costly props right down to equisite sketchbooks.

As a result the building seemed even [i]bigger[/i], flooding light into large, expansive mostly empty rooms. All that really remained was cupboards and other various storage, the massive chandeliers which reflected glittering light across the room through their many glass shards, and the odd large piece of sculpture or instillation work.

A couple of staff members carrying a particularly large painting shuffled by, eyeing the Pride suspiciously. However the sight of Dalia, Rose and Angel seemed to put them at ease somewhat.

[i]"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 buildings, can he!? Cuz designing buildings, man that's art too. So--"

"Trixie. Shut. Up."[/i]

Syed grinned, patting Trixie on the shoulder. "We were trying to figure that one out earlier, although we didn't have much luck." He nodded towards Marcus and Xan, making sure to make eye contact with the metalurgist in particular to reassure her. Thankfully in the hours that had passed Moira had calmed down a little, although she still was avoiding talking to anyone. Even now she was just keeping to herself, walking beside him but avoiding eye contact with everyone.

"I don't think he'll be able to steal a building though. They're pretty heavy." He brought a finger to his lips in somewhat mischevious thought. "Imagine though. If he tied a load of balloons to it and floated the school away..." he chuckled. "That would be cool. I mean..." he seemed to catch himself, flushing a little. "I mean I don't want him to do that, and I don't think it's even really possible, but it'll still be pretty cool."

He went to fiddle with the scarf he wore around his waist. He had grown to quite like how it looked, and it seemed a waste to only wear it with those formal clothes from before. So here he had it over his uniform too. Trixie had good taste.