[img=http://i.imgur.com/UPINOf1.png] [b][u]Aliquam: Academy of the Arts – Outside the Performance Hall[/b][/u] Oh sweet revenge. “Flattery won’t work on me,” The virtuoso announced as he stalked towards Fabian, his eyes gleaming with dark enthusiasm. He didn’t have a stink bomb, but making the knave listen to the same song for an hour straight ought to be enough. “What the fuck!?” Lute screeched as the kid suddenly lunged at him and started clawing at his face. While Estelle, Moira and Bunnyface were having a glorious and dignified battle, here he was tottering from side to side with some brat clinging on to him like a koala. “Get off me! You’re heavy!” He slammed against a wall and let go of his sword too just to fend off Fabian’s claws. Does this kid think he’s the only one who can play at this game!? “FOR THE PRIDE!” With uncharacteristic aplomb and immaturity, Lute suffered through a round of Fabian’s slaps before sticking his hand up and pushing the boy’s nose upward until it looked like a pig snout. “I won’t let you… win!” The virtuoso shrieked back at the thief who was spewing cusses all the while as they continued clawing at each other's faces. [i]‘Oh gods, this is embarrassing.’[/i] ----------------------------------- [img=http://i.imgur.com/4zPgtlc.png] [b][u]Aliquam: Academy of the Arts – Performance Hall (E)[/b][/u] Ah, how unpleasant. Francesca pulled herself up from the seats and held her head. A strange flash caught her eye and she glanced towards that direction, startled by the sudden light which suddenly turned on and off in rapid, inhuman intervals. “Mon dieu, you perverted little man!” She exclaimed at Simon who had suddenly surfaced from the row of seats behind hers. “Shoo, before I- Oh!” He took another picture again- without her permission too- and Francesca just about had enough. She raised her arm and made circular motions in the air, and then… “Go away, little man,” Francesca turned Simon around and prodded him away, and in case he decided to have any grand ideas and whirl around to take shots of her in who-knows-what position… [i]WHAP![/i] Right in the… Well, she supposed she had to be blunt about it, [i]derriere[/i]. That ought teach him the errant ways of his sneak photography…! One must never ever take pictures of another human unless they’ve agreed to be a model, or at least that was what she believed. “And pray, don’t come near me again!” She added and let go of the boy once he was at least a few steps away. Her ‘whip’ dissipated and Francesca smoothly climbed over the next set of seats. Jay was right, these people had their own magicks. Maybe she should use her own…? While she was musing, a girl chucked something at her and the thief recognized it as one of Fabian’s various gizmos. How could she not when that child adored flaunting his bag of tricks every day? A cloud of confetti exploded above her and Francesca sighed, her eyes scanning the area around to look for the enemy. Well, there was a little girl running away from her, but… Oh my… “Why does she have firearms?” Back in her day, proper little boys and girls did not deal in black market weaponry, thank you very much. But at least she found that gunner from earlier… Francesca glanced up at the overhead chandelier and summoned her hands again, pulling herself up into the darkness of the ceiling for now. She loathed guns from the deepest reaches of her soul. It was gunfire that took everything away, after all… But that was another story for another time. Now she had to focus on fighting with a little girl. She sighed distastefully at having to hurt Trixie in a job that was supposed to have been a walk in the park.