Aliquam: Academy of the Arts - Theatrical Hall (Keeva's Group)Trixie kept up with the fleeting Keeva easily, being small and nimble herself, although far less graceful. Anyone lagging behind her could hear her cry out constant "oops!" and "sorry!"s. And then... they arrived.
“Welcome, everyone, to the fabled treasure trove. Everything here was made on site by students and staff. And best of all,” she paused to wink at Trixie, “we can play with it all.” Lucien immediately followed up with something about a superhero costume.
The prankster's eyes sparkled on cue. Lute approached her and took a plush bunny into his arms before speaking to her - but his words fell on deaf ears. She was already digging into a box of some sort, chucking out colorful and fanciful things like feathered masks and sparkly boas. Once she popped back into reality, she snatched the bunny from Lute's hands, then spun around on her shoes. She was now donned in some glittery, purple throw-on dress, with strap-on butterfly wings on her back. And, of course, she wore a purple superhero mask as well.
"It is I, Trixie the Pixie! And this Fuwafuwa is my loyal minion!" She then leaned into Lute's ear. "We're totally taking this stuff home, shhh."
Then, with a dutiful "Dun da-da-daaaah!" Trixie began running around and making "whoosh" and "tinker tinker" noises. "This is how you guys do plays, right? I've never seen one before."
Aliquam: Academy of the Arts - Courtyard (Dalia's Group)Dylan vaguely mentioned that he had joined the guild to clear his mind off of something, but from the sounds of how personal it was, Amy (like everyone else) stayed out of pressing further. Her eyes went back to wandering again, following Xandra's finger running along a picture's frame. Xandra suddenly flinched, and turned to the cleric behind her.
"Did you hear that?""Huh? Hear wha--" Another click sounded off again. The same bloody click as that creep fox made back in Thaum. Which could only mean...
Amy muttered something unintelligible to Xandra. She began walking towards the source of the clicking, though it started to die down upon this movement. She removed her gem from her clutch and held onto it tightly. Her whip was not yet brandished, as she especially did not want to cause a scene from mere suspicions - but if her suspicions were right, someone was about to pay.
Aliquam: Academy of the Arts - Courtyard (Angel's Group)"Pfft. magic?" Angel scoffed when both Marcus and Syed brought up magicry for statue-making. He especially laughed when he heard turning actual human specimens into sculptures. "Nah, anyone who uses magic for art is cheating. This stuff here," he tapped his own statue, "is made entirely from scratch. The most I ever do is reference my own hands."
Moira stepped in closer to Angel after Marcus cracked a joke about commissions. Normally someone standing that close with
that kind of look on her face would scare anyone off, but Angel just laughed again and patted her back as roughly as she had his earlier. Except he was a pipsqueak in comparison to her, so it wasn't enough to even move her like he was practically shoved earlier. "Hell yeah I take commissions. Something of this size here would be two grand. Whereas the funky little wizard guy someone else made would be... I dunno, one grand."
He shrugged. "These babies take a while to make. Hell, I don't even know the Academy's policy on taking commissions around here... Won't stop me from doing it anyway."
Angel's voice trailed off as his eyes loomed to one of the room's many elongated windows. Some of the bushes and decorative hedges nearby rustled unnaturally. The young man lifted a brow - "Hold that thought." - and began making his way passed the other students towards the window. Once close enough, he glanced around before landing his eyes on one particular individual. With the hedges obscuring that half of the window from the rest of the courtyard, the man hiding there was in near plain sight.
"... is that...? Gods dammit, Simon."