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[b][u]Academy of the Arts: Performance Hall[/b][/u]

What had he walked into? He had never seen their boss so angry. What the cuss? Were these guilders really that good? Fabian peered at it all from behind his hiding spot and he would have continued gaping if not for granny's familiar voice.

[b]“Fabbee! Just the very person I needed!”[/b]

"Grandma—augh wait what?" Before he could even ask her about what she needed, the brat who stole his weapons was dumped into his hands. "OIIIIIII!" Fabian wanted to complain, but he didn't really have much of a choice. The girl instantly latched onto him and began clawing at his face. "GO AWAY!" He tried to pry Trixie off but he was stuck between rows of seats so instead of shoving her off the boy toppled over.

"GET THE CUSS OFF ME!" He made a couple of horrendous faces before finally managing to push her off. Their scratch fight pretty much turned into the manliest slap fest the world had ever seen. "Where did you put my stuff?" He threatened before unleashing a flick attack on her forehead. "Tell me or I'll pull your hair!" He turned several shades of ever, clearly, very, very upset. "Or maybe I'll take your stuff too!"

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Dinner? This wasn't exactly a good time to ask. Xan looked him over for injuries, there didn't seem to be anything major, but the poor guy did look like he was out of his element. It must have been terrible, getting ready for an exhibition only to have everything completely ruined. The students of the academy had sure been thrown into an unfortunate chain of events. "It's our job, don't worry about it," she gave him a sympathetic tap on the shoulder then mustered up a kind smile, "but I don't see why not." Xan swiveled around so her attention was focused on the masked phantom. "In the meantime though, let's focus on taking this guy down—what?"

And once again they were sprawled out on the floor. Xan gritted her teeth, her eyes flitting to the chair that nearly knocked them out. They were all going to be sore tomorrow, that was for sure. She pushed herself up, a warm glow encasing her body as she did so. "Thanks you two." The girl rose to her feet only to duck when another chair flew overhead. The masked phantom was very, very upset and she watched with wide eyes as seats were torn out of their rows and sent flying through the room.

Had that been the source of the flying chair? She heard Aria yelling and her eyes flitted towards her friend and Frances. It'd be too dangerous to cross the room at the moment. "Aria, watch out for the chairs!" She yelled before once again ducking behind the row in front of her. "Amy, Angel, keep your heads low." How long would it be before the very chairs before them were sent flying as well? Just how strong was this thief?

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The blackbird flapped its wings as hard as it could, but the wind only grew stronger.

Lucien ended his connection with the summon and he found himself back in his head. "Crap, Dylan. This guy is freaking powerful!" Chairs were flying overhead, some crashing against the opposite walls at outrageous speed. If that so much as smashed into their heads, well, he was pretty sure he'd collapse. EH? Even pieces of the stage were being torn and launched into the air.

They were lucky they had Marcus to counter stuff at some extent. Wind sure was scary...

The summoner ducked behind a chair before his eyes flitted to Dylan's work. "Hey, hey, what are you planning to draw?" Lucien gave Dylan an encouraging tap on the back. "Whatever it is, give this guy hell, yeah? Show him what the best painter in Aliquam can do." Sure, flying shrapnel looked frightening but after Dylan's encouragements there was no way they were losing to this Masked Phantom!