


Academy of the Arts: Dalia’s Group
"Dylan, you have such cool friends," she grinned, patting Dylan hard on his back.
Dylan nearly stumbled forward under her pat, barely keeping his footing. Suddenly realizing just how much of a scene had created, Dylan flushed under all their stares. Some, like Estelle, had come forward forward, clearly asking his opinion on the party, others like Xan had more reasonable suggestions. Simon was clinging to his shoulder, practically begging him to come along.
“Dylan,” Dalia said, suddenly at her brother’s side. “I know that things didn’t end well between you two, but it’s just a party. You know how grand they are, and I’m sure your friends will love it.” She dropped her voice even lower. “And besides, how much trouble could he cause in one night?”
Dylan arched an eyebrow at her, surprised by her naiveté on the subject. Though to be fair, she had never been one of the man’s targets. That said...if he was vigilant, and warned them beforehand, he was sure that he could keep them safe. “Fine,” he sighed. “I suppose it can’t hurt.”
“That’s wonderful!” Tobias grinned at Dylan before turning back to Moira. “Now...they outfits don’t have to be too fancy, but don’t worry, my stylist can turn even the most challenging woman into a radiant beauty. Not that you aren’t gorgeous, my dear, but believe me, when she’s done with you, you’ll feel like a brand new woman.”
“Now,” he gestured, “I don’t see any reason why your friends wouldn’t agree to come. Free food, drinks, and entertainment. But, if I must,” he sigh dramatically, causing Dylan to roll his eyes at the theatrics, “I can find them and invite them myself.”

Academy of the Arts: Keeva’s Group
Keeva stared with wide eyes, for once in her young life struck completely speechless. The white haired man - the one with the magical musical talent - was dashing past them and away from Sebastian. Not only was he running away, he made a beeline directly for the sound room, and from what she heard, apparently decided to completely destroy it.
Still completely silent, she watched as Rose approached the room and spoke to the Guilders inside of it. The man with Angel finally spoke up, turning to face the remains of her group.
"...ah, I'm sure they'll be alright." Marcus' face lit up with a smile. "I'm sure Miss... Rose, is it? Will be able to look after them okay. Is there anywhere else we should go and explore? The theatre or concert hall? Or any other exhibitions?"
“Yes,” she said as she started to shuffle to the side. “Yes, let’s go on and get settled for the Exhibitions, then. Get away from Rose. This sounds like a very good idea.”
"No worries, darling. I'll just tell her everyone was KIA by Miss Student Council. She'd understand,” Angel added. "Uhh... You guys said you were guilders, right? They should be fine. Maybe.
“Oh, it depends,” Keeva responded wryly. “Do you think that they could survive getting their faces chewed off?” Before she could do anything else, the young girl jumped in as well, trying to sweet talk Rose out of her anger. “Oh, good try little girl, but you’re dead too.” Swinging around, she raised her voice. “ALRIGHT THEN. We’re moving the tour on. Nothing to see here! FOLLOW ME TO THE PERFORMANCES.” She then practically ran away, scurrying down the hall and away from the inevitable disaster that was coming. Holding the door to the theater hall open, she gestured for them to leave their buddies behind to face Rose’s wrath.
They were unlikely to survive anyway.