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

What the fuck is going on indeed. Those suits from earlier?! Moira buckled down, an almost feral look in her eyes. Oh, she was going to fucking cut them down so hard they wouldn't know what way was up anymore. Except... [i]"...ta-da! I'm not as useless as I look!"[/i]

It was perhaps for the best that where Moira stood was still very much shrouded in darkness, what with the look she gave Angel. "You said you didn't know magic!" she hissed. "Liar!"

She huffed to herself, before stepping back again until she felt her heel nudge against her partner's body. She had no idea what the dice was about, but she had to admit - "Good fuckin' job that's kinda badass, else I'll be smacking you into next week." She kept her guard up all the time as she bent over and grabbed Syed by the back of his robes. "Cover me for a sec."

She dragged him into the patch of light to join Angel, dropping him somewhat unceremoniously on his front on the floor. The hood of his cape flopped over his head. She then raised her sword once more, her eyes casting this way and that. Now she was beginning to get accustomed to the darkness, she could about make out the various shapes of the sculptures and the like.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are you little [i]shit[/i]," she snarled, turning her back to Angel and stepping more towards the window cautiously. "Or have you shat your pants and legged it? Can your statue things sniff him out?"

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[b][u]Academy of the Arts: Northern Section [/u][/b]

Feet silently moved across the floor in quick succession as Jay ran. A bear! A gods damned bear! Whatever. His tricks could probably work on a bear too. It would be interesting to find out...

Except he came upon an obsticle. And not any old obsticle - a much bigger group than any he'd encountered before, only one of whom really fitted with the other people who were patrolling here. Damn. He came to a stop, quickly hiding himself behind a wall. What... what... what...

What beautiful women! He had to quickly pull out a handkerchief to help stem the trickle of blood he felt run from one nostril. The NV in his mask prevented him from seeing colours properly - he was robbed of their true splendor and still felt like this!

"Dayumn... you know what I said before? Scratch that, I'm the one in need of support," he said softly into his communicator, his voice sounding slightly nasal thanks to the hanky. "Just come across three beauties here. Oh... and three others too. They look like sell-swords or something. Can you manage, Frances-chan?" He poked his head back around the corner.

This place was no good at all. Being a corridor there was no move to manoever, and... and the priestess girl was looking right at him. How on Ddaear?

"Drat."

He turned and sprinted away, diving into one of the theatre rooms.