Academy of the Arts: Performance Hall"Anyone come up with any plans that don't include stabbing Jay here?"Surprisingly, she couldn't come up with anything at all. The masked Phantom would appear very soon, and he had a hostage to boot. Sure, they had Jay in a cage, but it wasn't like they could do anything to hurt him. Xan let out a sigh and shook her head.
Then Jay suggested they give up and Lucien shot him a glare. No way, no how! They defeated a freaking demon and their leader, well she was still at it. They weren't just going to run away and give up. It wasn't their style at all. Surely, everyone would be against it! "Hey, hey, we're going to catch this guy, yeah? No matter what?" Dylan suddenly suggested they do what the masked phantom asked and the summoner swiveled around to stare at him.
She didn't want to admit it, but Xan thought Dylan's idea was pretty reasonable as well. They couldn't risk getting Angel and all the other priests and priestesses hurt. "Dylan has a point," she bit back a scowl, "we don't seem to have much of a choice, really."
As soon as it had started, their ten minutes came to an end and the masked phantom appeared with a flashy entrance and Angel held over his shoulder. Lucien thought it looked pretty cool but a part of him wanted to summon a Tuna and have it land smack dab on that guy's head. His eyebrows furrowed in irritation but he stopped himself from doing anything too stupid. He turned to look at Dylan and Marcus. Was there really no other way?
CUSS YEAH! Miffy to the rescue!
He could always count on his pal to get him out of sticky situations. The grownup, while not unconscious was knocked to the ground and the woman not too far from him was tipped over as well. "That'll teach ya, you stinker!" He stuck a tongue out at the fallen Lute then let out a yelp when he was pulled out of the vine's hold.
Miffy pulled the boy onto his back and Fabian clung on for dear life as they began to make a break for it.
The kid was shooting at them! And she had his stuff! He wanted to go back and grab those gadgets from her, but they didn't have the time so he did the most insulting thing he could think of. He stuck out his tongue and pulled down at his lower eyelids. "Smell ya later!"
Fabian placed both his hands on Miffy's shoulders then began to sulk. "No, she took all my stuff. MP isn't gonna be happy." The boy puffed up his cheeks and rested his chin on Miffy's head. "I thought I could do it my own," he complained. He wanted to leap onto that stupid white-haired stinker! CUSS THEM ALL. "Thanks for the save." Now that they were away, he could have chosen to walk, but heh, piggyback rides were a lot less tiresome.
"Hey, hey, Miffy, I think that's the door to the theater?"