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

Sadly enough, Amy understood that splitting up was a pretty poor decision at this point, when they could if anything scout back-to-back-to-back to cover all angles. She just wanted to split up anyway, lest she deal with more of Tobias' constant nagging. It's worse than lighthearted chattering, which she had gotten used to by then thanks to Trixie. Amy was so close to telling Lucien to bring out the bear anyway just to defy his wishes.

Which he did in the end. Amy's lips curled into a smirk - but that reverted the second Tobias dared laid a hand on her. "Let go of me!" she snatched herself away from him instantly mid-run, and trailed behind after him as they proceeded northward. It was not difficult to keep up, considering Tobias was holding onto a another young man his size that was completely zoned out. Fear can only stimulate speed for so long.

Estelle's section wasn't far off, especially after all the sprinting they did just then, but Amy paused for a breather anyway (despite whatever protests Tobias may or may not have had). Thank Dyn she wore flats to this mission. The aura encasing her gem now pulsed wildly due to everyone's running; Amy cursed to herself as now her sole 'tracking' ability had become useless, but at least it wasn't necessary now. Assuming Estelle's group neutralized their trespasser, anyway... With their lack of response on the communicator, there was no way to tell until they met in person.

Amy clenched her staff tightly.

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

Trixie yelped like a startled puppy the second Rose plopped her off the ground and onto Sebastian's back. Then they rode into the night like cowboys, kinda. She felt like a cowgirl now that she had her guns out and ready to zip, zang, bang on whatever muthatrucka tried to mess with them. Once she got used to the constant bouncing, she continued her scouting - she had to be prepared in case the thief came out of nowhere because he was trying to escape Supersis and her group like a total caught wuss.

But then she smelled something. Something highly unusual that was not there to begin with. Was that him? Was he already nearby? Trixie closed her eyes and loosened her arms, allowing her mind to zero in on her strongest scent. And then she figured out-

"Ewwww, Miss Rosy, your horse farted and it's ruining [i]everything!"[/i]

The prankster did her best to waft the nose away from her with one hand, while she continued aiming the gun in her other along the walls. If the thief was in fact running away this very minute, or heck even if he hadn't came to Estelle's group, he sure wasn't going to where Trixie's group was now!

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

Angel halted upon Syed making his observation - not so much to heed his superstition, but to catch a breather and have a chance to heed his suggestion from earlier instead. "Yeah, yeah, hang on a second actually." He clicked. "Yooo, this is Angel. We all still heading to the north section? Uhh, over?" He looked to the two guilders and shrugged nonchalantly before pocketing the electronic.

"Well, hopefully that helps. Now what were you saying about something seeming off...? Oh!" Angel snapped his fingers. "I know." With his other hand, he chucked the die that he held onto into the air, catching it in his palm. Then he slapped it atop the back of his other hand, before removing the top hand and revealing the die. Six. He smiled wide and let out a deep, relaxed exhalation through his nose. "See? We'll be fine. Now, should we keep moving?" He looked back and forth between the other two, awaiting their confirmation. Only a few seconds had passed since he made his request over the line, and he was already set on moving onward.

Moira and Syed hadn't noticed during their bickering as they ran, but Angel had done the same thing with his die a couple of times during their short-lived sprint as well.