The Academy of the Arts - Central SectorWithout warning, Tobias yanked both the summoner and cleric forward, though the latter was quick to pull away.
The sudden yank caused Lucien to break his concentration for a moment. "Oi, oi, personal space!" He tried to pull away from the frantic Tobias but realized his attempts were futile. "It's friendly--!" He paused mid sentence. Unfortunately, the summoner wasn't the most observant person around and it took him a couple of moments to realize he was focusing too much on Tobias and not enough on the bear. His eyes flitted towards the animal, it's lips pulled back to reveal bared teeth.
He stared at the bear with eyes the size of dinner plates. "N-Nice Mr. Cuddles, we're friends, yeah?"
In response to Lucien's question the bear let out a roar and began charging down the hallway. "Run, run, run!" He tried to regain control of the animal, but doing so while running for one's life proved to be rather difficult. Lucien decided to leave the dragging to Tobias and decided to do his best to reel the animal back in.
Calm down, yeah? I know they look tasty--what? I mean no, no. Bad bear! Bad. Lucien's eyes went blank and soon the bear looked less feral. It still chased after the trio, but did so with its tongue out and a playful gleam in its eyes.
The Academy of Arts - Eastern Group“It’s… this way! C’mon Xandra, Marcus! The others need our help!”She followed after the matter artist. Surely, the others would have heard the call as well. As in on cue, the communicator crackled to life. Xan wondered if it was the north group, but the voice that followed belonged to Angel. They were headed north as well.
"We're going to do the same." She stated into the communicator before Marcus casted a wind spell on them. "We'll be there soon, over."
Suddenly, she felt much lighter. "Thanks," the trio ran down the hall swiftly. It was pretty empty and Xan wondered where the other people on patrol were. Had they noticed something odd. If that was the case, then perhaps they had already ran after the Masked Phantom, the same way the north group had. The thought of so many people after one person was reassuring. It meant the chances of him managing to escape were very low, but it also meant he was extremely skilled at what he did.
They rounded another corner and continued running.
Neutralize all targets, huh? Oh boy, oh boy, now things were getting real intense.
Fabian stared at the blowgun in his hands and popped in a couple of tranquilizer darts. Silently, he crept towards the staircase. Fabian was a little sensitive about his small stature but when it came to thievery, it actually managed to help him stay out of sight. He walked down the stairs only to pause dead in his tracks. A priest was staring at him. "What? Do I have ice cream on my face? Hell..." his eyebrows furrowed in irritation and he brought the blowgun to his lips.
Just as the priest was about to say something, he blew out a dart and watched as the man's eyes rolled into the back of his head.
That should keep him out for a least three hours. "Cuss this." Realizing how careless he had been Fabian grabbed the man by the feet and slowly began dragging him towards what looked like a janitor's closet. He locked the man inside then crouched down and made his way towards the door.
As soon as he exited the building, he heard the sound of hooves. The boy ducked behind a couple of boxes, the top of his head sticking out so he could see. He peered his eyes and stared in shock. Was that a horse? Heading in his direction. He fumbled with his blowgun and wondered if he should shoot it or remain hidden. Hitting that horse would be mighty difficult but if he managed to then heck yeah, it'd be the coolest thing ever! Plus, it'd knock the people on the horse off and in their disoriented state he'd have a better shot at hitting them with one of his darts. To act or not to act, that is the question.