[img]http://i.imgur.com/2uDBgEK.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/WDVJyuu.png[/img] [b][u]Aliquam: Academy of the Arts – Central Section[/u][/b] “Amy! Lucien! The thief we, er, reported, it’s actually… er…” Estelle began to rapidly explain as best as she could within the darkness that had engulfed them, when suddenly reports of what was happening around the Academy blared out for them. Marcus’ group had caught up to Dalia and Aria, and his explanation made it evident for all that what Estelle’s group had found was not the Masked Phantom. And then… then chaos. “What the fuck is going on?!” Tobias yelled after Moira and Rose both exclaimed to have been ambushed by the Masked Phantom. The problem being, both women were in completely separate groups and locations. This… was making no sense. Was there… was there more then one of him? "Errr, so um, should I summon the bear again and have him sniff around the place?" Lucien asked his friends from the periphery of light Amy’s gem cast about them, looking between the two women and Tobias with the same confusion as they shared. But before either Estelle or Amy could begin to reply, Tobias was already screaming and shouting for him. “No!” The Patron yelled. “You do not summon that ghastly creature ever again!” His hands wiped over his clothes with a disgusted grimace at the bear’s saliva that coated him. His eyes were affixed to Lucien’s with fierce intensity and anger. “What the hell was that? You… you summon some wild beast like that, in an Academy like this, and you can’t… you can’t control it?! Are you and idiot?!” “Tobias,” Estelle began to speak, hoping to calm him down. “Look, it was a mistake, you don’t’-” “Mistake? No, no this is far more serious then a mistake! What is wrong with your entire group?! Because of you all we’ve gotten completely removed from where we supposed to be thanks to your blunder, and I almost got my head ripped and chewed off by this idiotic comedian!” Tobias’s scream grew even louder. “Amateurs! Just… just rank amateurs, I swear to Aislin…!” Before Tobias could conclude his scathing speech, Lucien was assaulted by a mysterious figure that withdrew into the darkness as quickly as its gloved hands appeared. Lucien was attacked swiftly, and propelled into Tobias in the same fluid motion, crashing into him and sending them both sprawling down to the ground, and out of Amy’s source of light. Both Estelle and Amy looked in absolute disbelief. Hands reached down and fingers snaked across the hilt of her sword, unsheathing it in one fluid swipe and activating the fireblade’s ignited flame. The light provided from it was insignificant within the perimeter of Amy’s own glowing light, but if the two were to separate their sight of their surroundings would grow- and in Estelle’s case it also obviously served as a capable offensive weapon. “Lucien! Tobias! Are you okay?!” Estelle shouted out, already assuming a defensive stance and glancing over her surroundings rapidly, trying to find any signs of their attacker. She looked to Amy, teeth clenched, her expression communicating everything. [i]The Masked Phantom?[/i] -------- [img]http://i.imgur.com/8mPMSWF.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/AIt9B3l.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/8I5EqBQ.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/unVxaeB.png[/img] [b][u] Aliquam: Academy of the Arts: Northern Section[/u][/b] "Quick! We can't let him get away this time!" “You’re damn right we can’t!” Dylan quickly raced to follow after, with Xandra, Dalia and Simon following quickly behind. Marcus hesitated behind over for a few seconds, concentrating on his magical incantation to supply himself and all of his friends a fresh burst of enhanced agility. All within their groups found their speed increase, and the ability to pursue this mysterious stranger easier then before. And yet, their ominous adversary was still lithe of foot and able to keep away, until he ducked into one of the theatre rooms. But, with Dalia and her ability to perceive peoples’ auras, it would make finding their target relatively easy. Even if she couldn’t see auras through solid objects, making the performance hall and its rows upon rows of chairs a prime opportunity to hide depending on the angle, it would only be a matter of time before he was caught. “Give up!” She screamed. “That’s right!” Her brother added behind. “You’re under arrest, Masked Phantom! Save us all the time and effort and give up quietly!!” “Y-y-yeah!” Simon also added, fumbling with the buttons atop his camera to activate its light. A small beam projected outwards from it, offering a small array of light. Barely enough to properly illuminate the room at all, but it worked as a handy enough flashlight. “Be careful, everyone.” Marcus coolly addressed his teammates as he walked in from behind, turning to lock the door. His eyes scanned the rest of the room. It was swallowed in darkness, but he could roughly recall what the room looked like from the performance they had witnessed in yesterday… remembering where the other exits were. If they could trap the Masked Phantom within the room… “I’m going to lock the other doors. We’ll trap him in here… he won’t get away.” A waft of emerald light glowed across his body before vanishing, the wind mage imbuing his body with greater speed and agility. He jumped forwards, bounding atop the seats towards the room’s other exits.