"GAAAAHH! GET OFF AND FIGHT ME LIKE A GIRL!!"

"Just what is going on out there... " From where he was digging his uppers torso into a part of the brass, tin and copper apperatus, the High Elven Mage would rise up and tilt his safety goggles to the side as he glanced towards the big hole in his sanctum.

[i]"Precious, irreparable damage... "[/i]

Walking over to the edge of the sanctum, he would glance out into the carnage in the garden outside. Although the black smoke and fel-green motes still hung in the air around the garden and obstructed a good portion of the view, Sharon could still manage to see the massive, towering figure of Malizia as she traipsed around, looking dangerously unbalanced and close to falling over at any moment! Darting across her face was a particularly ill-tempered Serphia, and below, a group of Night Elves trying to tie the demon down with some rope!

"Light knows that's not going to ever work... " Sharon muttered as he reached towards a nearby desk to pick up a large, brass loudspeaker, before holding it up to his mouth.

"[b]LADIES, WOULD YOU PLEASE VACATE THE TARGET? THANK YOU![/b]" Sharon spoke in a casual tone, though through the strange, horned device, it was as if his voice became magnified a thousandfold, as to ring out across the garden like a loud boom!

Squinting his eyes as he placed the loudspeaker back onto its desk, Sharon could see out into the garden a tint of blue smoke starting to appear around the perimeter. 
It was the outline of Friedrick that caught his attention, as his trusted butler was moving around in the background of the scene in the garden, placing out a long line of mystical blue bags that seemed to exhume an endless, blue azure smoke up into the air; effectively reinforcing the currently fading black, slightly green smoke carpet with a wall of blue smoke to effectively block the view off from the rest of the neighborhood.

[i]"Hopefully this'll reduce the inevitable questions in the next neighbourly meeting... "[/i]

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"I presume you are having a wonderful day, Lady Rune?" Friedrick would suddenly commented as he passed by Liaena's hiding place, hands full with a pile of closed, blue satchels as he calmly and professionally opened them one at a time as he was lining the perimeter. 
"But, I really must warn you, Lady Rune, that sneaking around like that is not good for your clothes." 

Friedrick would say as he threw a worried look towards Liaena's clothes, or at least as worried a look as his professional attitude would allow him to make.
"Not to worry though. The two reserve sets I prepared for you as the day's shenanigans started are still in your room and unspoiled by our guests."

*CRASH*

"DIE-DIE-DIE!"

*Cough*

"I also came to warn you, just so you had a heads up that it's soon... "

*ting!*

"[b]LUNCH TIME![/b]" 

Miss Collin's voice could suddenly be heard all out across the garden as the slightly pudgy woman called out, having opened one of the windows to peer out, and apparently wondering where more than half of her usually ravenous guests had gone.

Freidrick paused for a moment, before glancing back at Liaena.

"Tea, crumpets, Lemon Cakes and Sandwiches flavored with Dalaran cheese, to be precise... "