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Oh boy I'm beat đŸ˜„
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Aliquam: Academy of the Arts – Performance Hall

“Try picking on someone your own size!”

How rude, they were almost the same height and body type
 Save for, well
 Francesca narrowed her eyes and one of her hands reformed and shot forward to deflect the knife. “Did you mean someone that can actually compete with my figure?” The rogue snapped back, far too incensed by the madness going on to ignore Aria, “For if you applied the same creed to yourself, you would only be able to fight with little girls!”

But then, the tension between their leader and the other wind mage rose to new heights, and she forgot the slight quickly enough.

The wind tore through the room, ripping up chairs and panels as it went. Francesca’s eyes widened in shock and her finger immediately went to her communicator. “Fabian! Please, please leave this place! Mattis, are you there? Can you hear me?” She knew that the Masked Phantom meant to hurt the Guilders, but she didn’t want to take any chances. If push came to shove, she would stay here and search for the detonator but
!

Thick vines tore from Francesca’s shoulder blades, gripping on tightly to the handful of chairs still rooted to their place as she forded through in search for Dahlia. As she moved she kept glancing at the furniture their leader had gathered, her grapnel growing taut like exposed muscles as she considered the severity of the wounds those would inflict on the Guilders


She hoped the gunner would be all right.

And amidst the winds that howled and whipped she remained, her black dress billowing around her ankles as she shielded her eyes with her arm. If Jay was spreading himself thin looking for that priestess, then she wasn't just going to wait around and consider her safety! That said, Francesca gritted her teeth and her shadows lashed out, reaching further for a handhold as she surged onwards.
Posted! I wasn't able to include Lute's part because... I won't be able to do it with the time I have left, plus Miffles's reaction would be gold. I think. Hehe.

Feel free to move him around! Sorry for the bother! OTL
Nope, everyone's registration was completely wiped and will have to start from scratch, even the upperclassmen who were lucky enough to get their subjects were told that their enrollment was "void" now too. Nobody knows when the system will be fixed or what alternative there will be, so as for now everything is at a standstill.

Oooh, I'm so jealous! Have fuuuun!
I'm back! Everyone's enrollment stuff got erased! EVERYONE! HAHAHAHA- *breaks down and sobs*

Edit: Oh hohohoho Aria. Someone your own size huh- *shot*



Posting waaay later.
WHOOO I'm back!

Oh maaaan, Anon that post hahahaha

Michi and I are writing a collab to end this chapter with, I think. Anyway, it's a collab! We'll post this after Ryver's stuff ^ o ^ /
Posted! If anyone has something with it, just let me know! I wasn't too sure which moves were better to make since we should be decelerating the action by now, so I hope this works! OTL


Aliquam: Academy of the Arts – Performance Hall, Exterior

The brat slipped through and there was nothing he could do about that, but with the amount of Guilders already wreaking chaos inside that theater


“Miss Amy!” Lute, with a hand held over his stomach, grunted as he threw that accursed pole away. Right after it snapped like that, it reverted to its tinier form and the virtuoso didn’t want any contingencies to play while he was carrying it. “We need to get you to Estelle!” He growled out. The swordswoman still seemed to be unconscious and he was getting more and more worried with her injury. What if her nose caved in and she drowned in her own blood!? Granted, he only read about that kind of injury happening in gang wars
 In novels
 A-anyway! It wasn’t supposed to go like this! It was a 5 vs. 2 match!

Bunnyface was blocking the way and


What the hell? Was he giving some sort of pep talk to Moira!?

“Get your hands off her!” Lute hollered, “Haven’t you had enough!?” What if he was trying to crush her head between those boulder hands of his!? Damn dude had a weirdass rabbit mask on, who knew if he was some serial killer before the donned that thing! The virtuoso ran towards his sword and ducked, picking it up before skidding near the half-open theater doors. He pulled it shut and covered the entryway like a sentinel, his hands shaking as the (psychotic) rabbit man turned his head to look at the source of the yell. Oh Gods
 What if he really was a murderer!? What if that mask was made from the skin of his victims and
 According to Lucien, there could only be one reason why a person could be as strong as Moira or Bunnyface; he was like that because he sacrificed souls to the haunted spoon!

... Well you know what, he wasn’t doing any dying unless Ruana told him to! “I’m not afraid of you!” Lute yelled again and slid into a defensive stance.

This would be a good time for Amy to sneak off and help whoever she deemed currently needed her magic the most



Aliquam: Academy of the Arts – Performance Hall

“Fabbee! Just the very person I needed!”

The young thief’s entry into the theater didn’t go unnoticed and Francesca ran towards him, a cocoon made of dark vines thrashing vigorously as it dragged behind her. “Take care of her for me, will you?” Before Fabian could even protest, a weaponless Trixie was unrolled from her bindings and flung at him as the woman headed towards Jay.

That scuffle between the pasty artist and the Masked Phantom
 The detonator falling from their leader’s hands
 A bird ejecting feces as it circled overhead
 Merde! What a disastrous, infuriating set of events!

Francesca leapt over one of the seats ripped from their places by the Phantom’s attacks, and her shadows lashed out and wrapped around the chair. Once she was back on her feet she spun around; the long, slender branches of grapnel whipped through the air and the chair on its end struck both Xandra and Angel. The two fell to the ground, either from the hit or the surprise or maybe even both, and Francesca brought a hand to her forehead, feeling the beginnings of an intense migraine. The shadows emanating from her back hissed and dissipated in response to her tension. When things don’t go as planned her head starts to pound and this situation? It was just an endless nightmare full of cats that were riddled with fleas and birds more than happy to share their excretions with the world.
Back! Church people visited so my post will be a bit late ^^

I haven't watched a lot of anime so OTL Lemme think
Hey everyone. not sure if I can post because something important came up... ^^'l' Feel free to manipulate Francesca/Lute (really, go all-out and stuff!) as you wish. Sorry to hold the scene uvu
Buddy times in the hospital.
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