Aliquam: La Mansión de CervántesUpon entry to the aristocrat siblings' grand home, Angel was the first to hop off the carriage. A couple of guards stood taut by the luxurious, ivory gates, and they somehow managed to stiffen their backs even more when the Pride came into view. The lazy aristocrat gave a loud sigh. "They always have heart attacks whenever we have guests over... yeesh." After a brief chitchat the gates pulled open and Angel, in a faux-snooty fashion, motioned with his arms for the Pride to enter his home.
The entry was as grand as its exterior, rivaling Tobias' home in its splendor, though not its size. "So folks," Angel said as he walked in after everyone, hands behind his head. "Take the left hallway all the way through, and you'll find some doors with empty rooms and empty beds and..."
Amy shuffled forward into the living room and flopped atop the nearest sofa instead. She let out a deep but satisfied "Mmmmm..." as she bounced in the deliciously soft cushions. The cleric hadn't even fallen on the couch all the way; her calves and feet dangled right off the arm-rest. With a nervous giggle, Trixie rushed towards her and pushed the cleric further so her entire body would be on the couch. Looks like she was ready to call it a night already. Thankfully for the blond, Trixie had swiped Amy's heels last minute (after noticing Amy was barefoot on their way out), and she dropped them off by the door along with her own shoes the minute she walked inside. It wasn't so much her being polite as it was her feet cramping. Why did fancy shoes always hurt so much?
"Oh, thank you sooo much for letting us stay, Miss Rosy and Mister... ... uh..."
"Just ditch the Mister, toots. No need to be so polite around me."
Trixie shrugged her shoulders unevenly. That didn't help her at all! "Uhhh - thanks again!" She followed after the others making their way towards the room. Much like Amy, she didn't quite understand the severity of what was to happen (or what had just happened, at any rate), though for entirely different reasons. She sputtered out some random nonsense to whoever was in front of her. "So, so, lightsticks and flashbangs and feathers and masks and stuff. Man, maybe we can out-thief this thief and steal his gismos instead! Then we could use them against him! Wouldn't that be cool!? That'd teach him not to steal... right? If he got stoled from?" She shrugged again and kicked the air heroically. "We're gonna show this guy who's boss! Tomorrow! Yes!"