
Aliquam: Academy of the Arts
There was a lot of screaming and the pillars were twisting and melding to form gigantic slabs of white marble. Lute shook his head and his vision cleared for a few seconds; he saw Trixie yelling at the communicator and then directing him towards where the assailant should be. Before he could go there, the man himself, a giant with a mask that looked like a ââŠbunny?â shoved Rose and then stole away with the noisy brat. He didnât hurt Trixie though, which was a relief.
âHeâs too fast for his size,â The virtuoso spat out venomously as the surroundings started to blur again. Soothing warmth suddenly blossomed through his neck and Lute felt better. The twinge he felt whenever he moved his affected arm had lessened too, so he switched back to holding the sword on his dominant hand before running after the scoundrels.
âThanks! Hey, Trixie, you coming!?â Lute yelled out before rounding a corner in pursuit of Fabian and Mattis. Fresh footsteps, but rapidly fading. âBunnyface better slow his ass down so I could track him!â Delilah roared as the two of them expanded their range in hopes of pinning the thieves down. Once the prankster caught up- and Lute knew she would what with her speedy frame- her sharp sense of smell would definitely help them get a larger perimeter.

Aliquam: Academy of the Arts â N Section, Performance Hall
Oh, that pop was absolutely horrifying!
Francesca was startled from her musings when a sudden noise echoed within the large theater. When bursts of light suddenly rained down from above, the thief shielded her eyes and crouched behind the railing in case the red flares blew her cover. Without having to peek over to see their source, an amused smile crept up her lips as she shook her head.
As extravagant as always.
When the light from the flares died down, Francesca deemed it safe to stand up once again. From her perch on the first tier of seats on the balcony, she could plainly see their leader, the Masked Phantom, floating above the grand stage. He spoke with the Guilders, although the lads and lasses looked at each other and floundered about for what to reply. She sighed and twirled the rapier around again.
âOnly a little bit longer now, Jay,â She couldnât help but sound relieved as she sent a message through the communicator. âMattis, have you got Fabbee? Heâs not terribly hurt, is he?â
Well, what next�