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[b]The Academy of Arts[/b]
While Amy may have viewed her group with mild dismay, Moira was quite relieved with hers. Angel seemed like a pretty cool guy, plus as he wasn't a member of the Pride it would be a welcome relief from how awkward things were for her. At least he wouldn't-

[i]"Not that I mind or anything, but you two don't really like to split up, huh? Hahaha, don't worry. I won't pry."[/i]

Fuck. What a day.

"We're stuck together," Syed replied, keeping a cheerful tone to try and ease the tension. He gave the man one of his trademark, goofy looking dorky grins as he stepped away from her. "Literally. Come on, pull my arm."

Moira's eyebrows lowered. Idiot. She couldn't help the corners of her mouth twitch a little though. Well. At least... at least it looked like this should be fairly interesting. Patrolling around the school grounds was probably not the most exciting job out there, but if this thief was anything like last night he'd probably make himself known.

She closed her eyes for a moment, reaching back and allowing her fingers to brush across the hilt of her greatsword. Whatever happened, she'll be ready for it. As long as she didn't need to think too hard for it.

[i]"Anything you guys wanna do before we split? I'd offer another tour, buuuut that seems to be out of the way right now."[/i]

"Nah, sunsets aren't really my thing," Moira said, crossing her arms. "Art schools aren't really my thing," she admitted. "I like to be doing shit, not lookin' at it. But... if you want," she smirked, a glint in her eyes. "We can discuss business. Since we got interrupted yesterday."

Syed simply shrugged. He reached out to take the communicator off Angel. Well he was certainly interested in it, even if the sculptor wasn't. He moved the object around in his hands, locating all the various buttons and dials on it. How cool was this?! He pressed on the speak button, unable to really hide the glee on his face.

[b]SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH![/b]

He yelped, being assaulted from all sides as every communicator erupted with awful, static screaching noises. So his magic interfered with it. Damn, he was [i]gutted![/i] He flushed, mouthing apologies as he gingerly gave it back to Angel. Yeah. He can look after it.