Aliquam: Academy of the Arts: Northern Section Aria stared at the brown haired man who had emerged from the shadows. There was no way this guy was the Phantom judging by the way he cowered and had an expensive looking camera clutched tightly in his hands. He looked rather familiar, actually. Wait, wasn't he the photographer from yesterday's gala? She recalled a fuzzy memory of posing for a lot of bright flashes.
"Please don't stab me!"She looked at the knife in her hand then back at the nervous student before tucking it back into her glove with a chuckle.
"Don't worry, it's not for you. But you should go back, it'll might be dangerous here." She frowned now, putting on the expression she had dubbed as the 'responsible guilder face'. "You'll only be in the way here, right Estelle-?"
She pauses, blinking at the mess if plastic and wires that resembled the communicator. Well, they certainly were off to a wonderful start here.
??? “You may proceed with your roles. Neutralise any and all individuals you meet and plant all of your charges.”A large shadow slipped through the halls, taking care to avoid the patches of moonlight that shone through the windows. The man in the rabbit mask darted behind a large statue with more deftness than his size suggested possible and waited for the patrolling Priest to pass before swiftly knocking out the man with a quick blow, careful not to use too much force. He caught the limp body as it fell, laying it down carefully before making his way deeper into the school.
He would have preferred leaving the patrollers alone- people had a tendency to overlook him, not noticing his presence until he made himself known. This had been helpful in a few occasions, with him standing still in the shadows while guards passed by. He couldn't tell if it was magic or he was too quiet, but as long as it got stuff done he didn't quite care. Still, the boss' orders were orders. Neutralize anyone he came across- couldn't have them finding the others by surprise.
"Near my location," he reported gruffly, passing by a statue of what looked to be very muscular and naked men. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow- if this was art, he didn't want to understand it.