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[b][u]Cuttersbury Guild[/u][/b]

Not a minute after the Pride had entered the guild were they already assaulted by faces both familiar and unfamiliar. Their names were (almost) all named off in succession like their presence was being announced, which jarred Trixie's attention particularly. Were they being celebrated for something?

Oh, oh omelets, it's...! ... Who was this guy again? The prankster had this puzzlement on her face even as the marauder hugged her. Only after Lute introduce himself did it finally hit her.

"Tobi!" She tackled him from behind in another hug. "I thought you totally forgot about us!" Trixie only let go of him once a new girl waltzed up to them. The girl Nani seemed pretty miffed about not being introduced too.

Trixie exchanged glances between the two pirates for a moment before a cheeky grin spread across her lips. "Ohhh I get it! Is this your girlfriend, Tobi? Huh? Is it? Come onnn, you can tell us~"

Before she could continue her teasing, the bird perched atop Nani's shoulder let out a welcoming ahoy. Trixie's enthusiasm was sapped in a second. "He... he can talk...?" With a shriek, she suddenly fled behind Aria and started yelling at the feathered beast. "Get away from me!"

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Completely distracted by the winged cretin, the prankster had completely overlooked the other two newcomers who had approached them. Amy on the other hand narrowed her eyes at the sight of them, before they could even open their mouths. Not even an introduction of themselves and they were already hitting on the girls of the Pride. Well... girls and Marcus. The poor mage.

She kept her distance from the two, but that didn't stop Tobi from embracing her as he did the others. Or trying to, anyway. He couldn't even touch her before he found himself flat on the floor, with a red mark pulsing on his cheek. Yet he was back up in an instant, his usual cheery self. Amy's all-powerful slap was a direct hit, a success, but the boy was still standing.

Brows contorted, Amy stared at the palm of her hand, eying over every little vein that ran beneath her skin. Something needed to be reevaluated here... Moira was right, they were definitely in need of a bar.