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[b][u]Aliquam: Academy of the Arts – Outside the Performance Hall[/b][/u]

Syed turning on the lights was a bright idea. 

… Yeah, he should spend less time around Lucien.

“That kid’s giving me a fucking headache,” Lute and Delilah growled under their breath as their group cornered the two thieves. Moira threw herself at Bunnyface and Lute’s eyes widened. He watched enough tavern brawls to know where this could go! … Ah, but, he was at a loss at what to do. Out of other options, the virtuoso braced himself and met Moira halfway as she was directed towards him. The two of them collided and Lute [i]swore[/i] that something inside his head cracked when he slammed against her armor, but at least they didn’t end up sprawled all over the floor. To be honest he was probably the only one who got hurt from that stupid idea of his, which was good. 

When Moira said he should do what he’s best at, she most certainly didn’t mean impromptu planning.

But anyway, both Bunnyface and that stink twerp were heading towards Syed. 

“Hey, [i][b]twerp[/i][/b]! Isn’t it past your bedtime!?” Lute hollered out just to piss Fabian off and threw a screech at Bunnyface to disorient him. Estelle was near and fast enough to intercept that guy if she wanted, but just in case he also went in, but towards the pole-toting brat.

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[b][u]Aliquam: Academy of the Arts – N Section, Performance Hall[/b][/u]

Francesca knew from experience that dawdling too long oft led to indecision, and the terse air surrounding the crew below did nothing but augment her skepticism. She sighed when the lot of them rallied against the Masked Phantom and turned her back on the balcony when a crude log trap knocked their leader down onto the stage. Just as she did, the unmistakable sound of gunfire tore through the air and for a second there the thief thought that a gunner had spotted her, but she was not about to stay in the same place and wait for a bullet to hit home. Francesca swiftly descended to the first floor and made a beeline for the cage, taking advantage of the fact that most everyone was too busy looking at the stage to pay attention to their rear as she picked up speed and broke into a full sprint.

Up ahead, Jay was being accosted by that nasty young aristocrat from earlier. He caught sight of her hurtling down the aisles and tried using bait, the contents of which Tobias scoffed at before he was sent flying towards Dylan with a forceful aerial kick from Francesca. “I hope that dreadful boy stays down,” She growled after getting back to her feet, immediately shifting to a defensive stance as she glanced from side to side. “You’ve seen their skills, oui? Who should I take care of?”