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[b][u]The Academy of the Arts - Northern Sector (Performance Hall)[/u][/b]

Jay rolled his eyes, sitting up a little. "Geez, I see you're the heart of the party. Can't a man have some fun around here?" He leaned his head back, closing his eyes. Typical Guilder, preaching all holier than thou with one hand while handing out hypocrisy with the other. "Fine, whatever." He held his roughened hands up in a surrender position.

Suddenly there was a shrill screech in his earpiece, followed by a loud curse. He winced, biting back a curse of his own. He had to swallow his own concern, he didn't want to let these kids on to anything he didn't have to.

Next thing he knew the other girl was talking to him, the darker beauty. And oh Gods what was she doing with that banana. She wasn't implying... was she...? SHE COULDN'T. His eyes widened despite himself as he scooted a little away. No! He needed that bit of him! It was very important to his bodily functions and his sense of self-worth!

Luckily, or perhaps unluckily, the comms transmission interrupted this little torture session. And oh boy it looked like it was going to get worse.

The Phantom had saved Jay back then, dragging him back from the brink of mortality itself. It was under his guidence that he was born anew, a new life, a new family. He was annoying, he was a pervert, he talked too much. But they accepted him anyway. Like hell was he going to sell them out to this group of kids just like that.

He stood up, the top of his hat brushing against the top of the cage, before looking back at them defiantly with his hands in his pockets. "I suppose at this point it doesn't matter. There's five of us, lady. Sounds like one of your friends has met one of them already."

He leaned forward.

[i]"Do your worst."[/i]