Aliquam: Academy of the Arts: Northern Section Aria jumped at the sudden pop that echoed through the room, grimacing at the red flares that fell from the ceiling and threw dark shadows across the floor and walls.
“Well, my friends,” The Masked Phantom grinned. “It’s an honor to make your acquaintance and meet you all at last.”Ah, there was that smooth, confident, tone that was starting to grate on her nerves. Had it really been ten minutes?
"I'd return the greeting in usual circumstances," she grumbled, "but I can't say I'm too pleased to see your pretty little face again." Aria eyed the figure slung over the man's shoulder, breathing a sigh of relief when she couldn't make out any injuries as far as she could see.
“I hope you've all come to a favourable decision?”At this question, she gave a glance towards Dylan and Tobias. She hated the idea of giving just as The noble did, and yet she couldn't help but admit that the artist had a point. What were they to do in this situation?
The Academy of the Arts - Southwest sectionAh, damn. Looks like he didn't hit hard enough. Mattis ducked to the side, a barrage of bullets spraying where he had been moments before. The tiny girl had much sharper senses than he thought she would- bit more than that, they hardly had time to waste here as the Phantom had already arrived in the theater. He dove towards the girl on the ground, skidding to a stop next to her.
She had already suffered a painful sprain to the ankle, so Mattis merely nudged her over with a foot, and as she toppled over in surprise he felt the vines loosen. He took the chance to pluck Fabian from the grasps of the overgrown plant, slinging the boy around onto his back in a piggyback ride and making a break for it, sprinting down the hallway towards the theatre.
"You ok?" He glanced back at the boy, before shaking his in slight amusement. The girl might've just put a permanent scowl on poor Fabi's face.