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

They had him, they totally had him. The thief had been apprehended at last! Except he really wasn't the Masked Phantom. He was just some pipsqueak that was her own size.

"You bet! And it's no problem, Echo! It's cuz of your blunder that we caught this guy!" Trixie giggled, her voice still nasally from the clothespin over her nostrils. She gave a thumbs up to both Rose and Lute before dashing over to the fallen boy, and towering over him. The filthy smog had mostly cleared out by now, and it was much easier to see him close up like this thanks to the surrounding moonlight as well. With hands firm on her hips, she began to interrogate him. Wondergirl style. "That was a good game but we gotchu now! Which means you lose! Okay, so you better start telling us where that Masked guy is. Or else!"

Then she lowered herself to his level - and smiled wide and toothily. At first it seemed innocent, until her eyebrows furrowed along with that smile. "Or else Imma take your stuff." So even if he didn't talk, she'd walk out of there with more gizmos than ever. It was a win-win for the heroes!

With Fabian ensnared, there was no way for him to fight off what Trixie was about to do next. He had one arm free, but Trixie nabbed it with one of her own, while sifting through his pouch with her other hand. Oh boy he had loooads of cool things in there. She pulled out a little ball and inspected it, eyes shining with amazement. "Ooh, what's this? Is this a bomb or something? Ooh! Hey, hey," she whipped it in front of his face, just to rub the defeat in his face even more, "did you use this to make the stringy paper thing? You have more of those, right?"

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

Suddenly the woman was upon Amy's trio, as opposed to Estelle's charge. So it was a trap! But before she could do anything about it, the woman kicked down Tobias and prepared to assault Amy herself. Then she decided... not to, and booked it, throwing an overhead banner at the cleric to slow her down.

Amy summoned her whip to slash the banner into two, as well as bring a flash of light into the room. The woman was indeed retreating, from what Amy was able to see, before the room dimmed back into near darkness, save for the light around her group. Unfortunately with the banner being the material that it was, it still managed to snag onto her, though Estelle was quick to pull it off. The redhead's suggestion to Lucien was good enough, though he was still disoriented from the knockout. Amy grimaced in the direction the thief had run off in, before looking back to Lucien. Without a word, she continued healing him. Hopefully with her saving her magic, it'd be enough for him to walk straight - maybe enough to summon.

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

After all that had happened, Angel just sat down. Yup. That was it. He just... kinda sat there. The only two battle-capable heroes in the area were out cold, his only means of defense was taken away, and now some guy with his own magic tricks was right about to probably kill him. Probably. Angel had no muscles, no cool weapons, no real athleticism. He was fit enough to make a break for it if he was able to - but he was sure that other asshole in the shadows would creep up behind him if he were to take another step.

"Hey, could you hold on for a sec?" He reached for his communicator and spoke into it, eyes averted from the Masked Phantom. "Hey guys. We're kinda... fucked. Over." Then Angel set it down beside him and looked back up at the thief towering over him. He shrugged with palms open. "You know - I can save you the trouble and just knock myself out. It wouldn't take that long."