[h3][center]~Thalia~[/center][/h3]
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"What, you still haven't eaten enough?" Thalia grunted at Scylla's response towards the ice cream comment. No surprise there, really. "And hey, if my songs aren't making you rip your eardrums out then I'm doing something wrong." Thalia would laugh in a friendly way, though that candid conversation would soon turn somewhat sour as something would catch her ears and senses.

First, was a bounded field.

Second, was the gunshots.

Now, really, either of those things by themselves wasn't something she'd bother with. Two of those things together also weren't really of concern to her. She couldn't really give a rats ass about what other people were doing as long as they weren't bothering her or anyone she was with. Really, it was rather the location they were seemingly happening in that would give her a bit of a pause. She had played in a number of venues over the city, if they so much as let her. If not, then she'd just play in her studio at home...but those places that did let her play though, perhaps she felt somewhat responsible for.

And it was one of those venues, that the source of the commotion was coming from.

"Oi. Come 'ere." Thalia wouldn't bother checking with her servant, before barging into the club herself...and she was met with quite the sight. A midget with some ballerina looking servant...and armed gunmen, who were obviously being the source of those gunshots from earlier. Now that wouldn't do at all. This was her turf - she'd like to think so, anyways. So what was going on, here then?

"Hey! Berserker, smash those idiots with the guns will you! I'll buy you all the ice cream you want later!" Thalia would shout.