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Eun-Ji [@Medili], Carmilla [@Animus], Zarra [@BreathOfTheWoof], Dory [@Jasbraq], Manfred [@Force and Fury][/center]
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A loud thud could be heard from the trapdoor leading into the cargo hold. Had Leon been cornered by an opponent in there? Or had he simply found himself locked in? But no other signs of a struggle could be heard following that.

5 seconds pass.

The hatch of the door swings open, and then again, and then again to no accompanying sound. Similarly, Leon Solaire himself popped up in a gracious ta-da from the opening. Then another one did, and another after that, converging on the performer's held pose. And yet, in a strange deviation of character, any noise you would expect from him was drowned out by the surrounding chaos.

The Leons exited the hatch with a jump landing on their feet and began to waltz through the room holding the Lyre in clear view as they pretended to pluck the strings. Each Leon followed the other so closely that the three blurred into one another. Their capes seemed weightless and chaotic as they weren’t beholden to the changes in the wind from various thrown objects and blows. But their movements were incredibly similar, in fact, they were identical aside from being offset milliseconds in time.

To those paying close attention, they would see a marble apparate out of nowhere ahead of him then split into three floating inline upward at a snail's pace, defying any sense of gravity. The marbles start floating upward and back in the direction of the Leons. Eventually, each perfectly landed between their respective Leon’s fingers, as if they hadn’t even tried to catch a marble at all. The Leons were even not looking at the marbles. Instead, they gazed directionlessly out to the chaotic battle with the same plastic smile.

The Leons carried on further in their waltz until an arbitrary point in which they opened their mouths and bit down on the empty air. Soon after, they take an exaggerated inhale before bellowing fire in the direction of Forceful. And yet, it was poorly aimed and off centre from the Traveller’s agent and it didn’t carry any heat as fire would. So aside from the initial shock at seeing the fire, it wouldn’t do anything.

Reaching the entrance to the room, the Leons took a short bow before continuing down the corridor. They continued to move at a constant speed unbothered by the danger around them. Until they passed by Dorothea. The first Leon stopped with the others not too far behind. An expression of concern could be seen on his face and he stopped for a while as if unsure what to do. He began reaching out his hand toward her.  But then he shook his head, retreating his hand immediately to continue the dance. The other two Leons did the same as they all continued the waltz out of the corridor.

Just what had happened? One could assume it was all illusory. But an experienced arcane mage would see that none of it (except the flame) was the result of magically conjured light.


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