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Eun-Ji [@Medili], Carmilla [@Animus], Zarra [@BreathOfTheWoof], Dory [@Jasbraq], Manfred [@Force and Fury][/center]
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Carmillia grabbed Leon’s shoulder when he was just entering the narrow passage, only to fall through him as if it were nothing. Not even the image of Leon reacted to such an attempt. The dance continued down the way, further and further toward the indoor entertainment. The playful noises of partying, music, and a bit too much alcohol had now been replaced with violence, bloodshed, and way too much alcohol. The images of Leons speed up toward it as if the melody in his head had increased in tempo.

Sometime, about halfway through the Leons’ journey down, a small change of expression occurred. One after the other, their smile turned more mischievous while looking back down the hall toward those chasing him, as if some event had amused them.

Very shortly after, through all the commotion and chaos ahead, a voice called out from the entrance to the party lounge. The Arcane mages may have not been able to tell who it was. But Carmillia and the other chasing students would be able to recognise it immediately. [color=fff200][b]“Ladies and gentlemen! Prepare to be amazed! By the one, the only, Leon Solaire!”[/b][/color] It was Leon trying to put on a deepened announcer voice, but the three Leons were only being halfway there.

Nothing more of note happened until the Leons reach the end of the passage. First, they converged on a single spot only just inside the hall, they brought their hands up to their mouths for a while as if calling out something. But nothing could be heard from them.

Leon faced toward the crowd raising his arms as if greeting a standing ovation. There were no longer three Leons, just a single one to perform the finale. The following happened
simultaneously in magnificent fashion: A cluster of marbles apparated on the ground and a second copy of the first group slowly rose from the same position into Leon’s lowered right arm. Leon’s left arm tossed the lyre forward high into the air, it didn’t look like a particularly hard throw but the lyre moved at an unnatural speed toward the ceiling and then dropped quickly into the crowd as if gravity had doubled for the lyre alone. Finally, another Leon waltzed in from the left exit of the lounge at unnatural speed. This one took weird non-linear movements and passed through a few of the rioters as if it were a ghost but then also took the time to step over some dead ones.

With the lyre now in the crowd, the marbles having disappeared in his hand, and the other Leon milliseconds away from touching him, the first Leon turned on a heel toward the hallway. They both took a bow, the first Leon went first but the second Leon moved much faster so they both finished at the same time. Then the marbles erupted, engulfing the entrance and a considerable portion of the lounge in light glitter as the bowing Leon suddenly disappeared.

Ta da!

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Leon stood under the covered verandah just outside the entertainment hall. He held onto the railing as he gazed over the moonlit waters of the river. He was lucky to have found a safe place so close. One could even call it peaceful if it wasn’t for the sounds of unrestrained violence coming from the rest of the boat. For a second, he thought he could also hear it echoing across the river. Maybe it was more of the same on shore. He still chuckled off the high of a perfectly executed performance, in spite of it all.

He took laboured breaths, slinking his arms back into his shoulders as he let his head rest downward. Even if Leon wanted to help, he knew that he was incapable of doing so in his current state. He had only a sliver of magical ability left to work with, his pouch of marbles was emptied out with that last stunt, and even if all that wasn’t the case he doubted he would be able to truly confront what was happening in the entertainment hall.

Sure, Leon had seen a drunken brawl before and that was what he expected to see when he reached the hall. But it was far, far worse than that. It took all his energy to not focus on the chaos around him earlier. He had to step over a few unconscious people to even get outside. At least, his mind couldn’t bear to think that the worst had happened to them.

There was no use dwelling on events he is powerless to stop. All he could do now is wait here and hope the others get out alright.

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