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Jai hoooooooooo oh fuck yes I love that song I'm sorry no I'm not sorry.

How's everyone doing? I've been doing fab, lol. It's bloody boiling out here though, I need to stock up on ice creams D:

You know what this calls for? A Fox ice cream picture dump :D Because nobody food picture dumps like Fox does.


Academy of the Arts - Sculpture department
"Ah Marcus! You're a lifesaver as always," Syed laughed as the mage joined them. Oh thank the gods he had company. Sane company.

Well hell, the inside of the building was just as fancy as the outside. Moira didn't pay much attention to this, opting instead to just glance with mild disinterest at the statues before continuing on after their guide. Syed, however, spotted the sculpture of the church. It was a stunning piece for sure, absolutely filled with fine detail despite it's size. But he couldn't help but stiffen and flush at the sight of it. "That's always going to haunt me, isn't it..."

"Fuck me!" Moira absolutely gaped at sight of Angel's sculpture, hurrying a little to get closer. Cor! "You did this?!" She could do nothing really but stare at it, appreciating the musculature and of course, the subject matter in general. "I wouldn't call this wierd shit, though. Wierd shit would be like, if they had massive thro-"

"MOIRA!" Syed exclaimed, looking quite flustered.

Thankfully, Moira didn't finish her sentance. Instead she leaned towards the porcelein structure, arm outstretched. She didn't know why she wanted to touch it, she was curious as to what it felt like. The level of detail was absolutely insane, to the point where she didn't think she could really appreciate what it was with just her sight alone.

"You're definately a talented man," Syed continued, before looking around them. "Everyone is, by the looks of it." They had pretty much every medium going - there was even a tree scupture made of metals, even if it was sort of kept to one side to allow the more classic pieces more prominence. It was his favourite, though. It lacked a little of the polish most of the other pieces had, plus he could feel his own magic reverberating through it's many branches. Although the sand dragon was certainly made him chuckle.

He grinned a little mishcheiviously, cocking his head towards Marcus. "So, is this place's requirements that crazy, or do reckon they just shove anyone who isn't good enough in the basement?"


Academy of the Arts – Courtyard
Dalia soon returned with some students, and Moira's eyebrows raised at this "Angel" guy. Wow, was that even his real name? Maybe she was judging too soon - and to be fair, she didn't really care anyway - but he seemed to be a bit of a nob right from the get go.

Oh well. Maybe he'd make this interesting. "So you're the one showin' us around?" she grinned, patting him roughly on the back. "Great! Is any of your shit there?"

Syed meanwhile looked back towards Dalia. To be honest, he would have rather stayed with her. It would have been nice to talk to someone who worked here, get her angle on how the academy ran. But since Moira had suggested the sculptures, that seemed to be where they were going. Dissapointment flashed across his features for a split second, although he soon regained his composure.

"Moira, this is a school," Syed groaned, before smiling again and offering a hand towards the student. "Good to meet you Angel, I'm Syed." He turned back towards the others. "Anyone else coming with us?" The look on his face said it all. He was going to need all the help he could get.

Moira, on the other hand, was already pushing this Angel guy off in one direction. "I'll be honest love, I don't have a clue about this kinda thing. Have yer got anything with like, fighting or somethin'? Or really buff guys? OR BOTH."

Syed laughed despite himself, that typically broad and dorky grin spread over his face. His enthusiasm had taken over again. Oh, he couldn't wait too see what they had! "I dunno, I'd be interested to see if there's anything which pushes the boundries a bit more, you know? Something which really showcases the scuptor's creativity."

Moira shrugged. That sounded like a bunch of poncy bullshit to her, but hell, it was an art school. A rich art school at that. "Uh, well yeah whatever."
Hahaha I'm looking forward to this :D



Aliquam: Academy of the Arts
"...Wow..."

Well, as much as Dylan had hyped up the Academy, it certainly didn't dissapoint. It rose high into the air, dwarfing them to the extent that it made them feel pretty insignificant. Syed had his mouth open pretty much the whole time, only really stopping to introduce himself to Dalia. It was an odd, humbling feeling really. Even with his significant history in education, he had never come across anywhere as grand as this. Heard of, sure. But not seen.

He started bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement. The vibe in the air from the students was absolutely intoxicating, to the point where it didn't even matter that he had no real interest in the arts. He wanted to find out more about pretty much everything - in particular about the school itself, although that could always wait. "This is increadible," he exclaimed, fidgeting so much he didn't really know what to do with himself. Dylan and his sister sure were lucky to have ever attended a place like this. "There's so much talent here... and you do this every year? I don't even know where to start!"

Which was quite the contrast to Moira, who folded her arms as she looked up. The place was certainly huge and pretty much screamed of wealth. Which was pretty much exactly why it made her feel uncomfortable, more than anything. Still, she was never really expecting to fit in here, so it was no suprise.

"Uh..." she glanced to the others with a shrug. She was never one for the arts either - sure, she could appreciate skill, but she could never really understand the meanings behind any of it. There... was a lot of it though. It was overwhelming. "Fuck it, I dunno," she ignored Syed's hushed protest at her language, "Sculptures are alright? Anyone fancy that?"
Happy thursday peeps haha!

Or Friday now for some of us woop woop woop.

Good luck with everything everyone and I hope the end of the week is good for all of you *passes out*


Abatheo Guild
So, it turned out it wasn't just Lisette who would be leaving them. Syed waved away Lucien's offer as he continued to watch it all unfold, abeit at a bit of a distance. Selan's reasoning... resonated a lot. He lowered his eyes as he fiddled with his fingers.

Yeah. He couldn't blame her at all.

Of course, wherever Selan went Don followed. His obsession wasn't exactly healthy, but then again Selan wasn't exactly objecting either. Wait, why did Don think he needed looking after?! Why was Dylan agreeing with him?! "Hey, wait a minute-!"

Moira said nothing more - other than taking an ice cream from Lucien at least - and opted instead for scowling into her drink. This is how it begins, huh? Leaving one by one, until there's nobody left. She'd seen it happen before, she wouldn't exactly be suprised to see it again. After all... none of them were like those who had joined their group and left after a mission or two. These were people who had been there since the beginning, more or less. Pah. She brought her glass up to her lips.

Syed had stood up again, laughing and flushing a little from a nice dose of second hand embarrassment. Not that he minded that, somehow. Oh gods, he was going to miss these guys, even if it was promised to be relatively short-term. "Yeah, for the Pride," he raised his glass, coming to a stop to wait for Moira. "And for i-" he caught himself, internally berating himself a little, "for when we meet again."

There was the sound of a glass slamming against the bar behind him, and suddenly Moira strode past and after the others. Sod it. "Come on then, let's give you lot a proper send off," she said gruffly, pushing any stragglers after them. If the others were going to celebrate it, then there was no way she was going to be left moping.
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Abatheo Guild
Ritona?

Well whatever it was, it sounded important. Syed cocked his head a little to the side, a look of sympathy on his features. He was sure if Sonny asked Moira to come back, she would in a flash too. As he would with his family... if his family knew where he was or who he worked for. He always made sure to cover his tracks when writing to his mother though, so they shouldn't know. Hopefully.

"Family is important," Moira shrugged, averting her eyes towards the secretary desk. Yeah. The most important thing on Ddaear.

"Family is very important," Syed agreed with a smile. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be back with us in no time." He bent over a little to allow the archer to hug him too. "In a way, we're all kind of like a family ourselves, aren't we?"

"Come on," Moira gestured him away and towards the bar. Best to leave the others to their goodbyes rather than just swarm the poor girl.

They soon sat down, and Moira promptly began ordering pretty much half the bar. "You hear that? Lizzy's leavin'," she added to Amy. She wasn't really paying attention to if the cleric actually reached the bar before the secretary got to the others, but whatever.

"I'll miss her," Syed sighed. "She's really good company."

"Ey, steady on, she's like, ten years younger than you." Moira was oblivious to the look of offense which flashed across Syed's features. "That said, if that magician guy was a bit older, I'd be up for some of that." She sighed. "What a guy."

"Moira! How many times- oh for goodness sake!" he threw his arms up in the air, before ordering himself a soda. "Forget it!"



Abatheo: En route to the Guild
“Seriously, though, you did well. How about we get you some dinner when we get back to the guild?”

"And a drink," Moira butted in. "We definately need to get a drink down you. You do drink, right? Nobody fuckin' does these days."

"Leave him alone," Syed said, still chuckling a little at the thought of Dylan's painting. Like many of the others, he too was trying not to think about the disturbing situation they woke in. Or the worrying implications of how long they might have been trapped in there. He kind of blew up his machine in shock when he finally came around.

"Bah! You lot don't know fun if it hit you in the face." She shrugged towards Amy. Oh Amy, her ever faithful companion in the quest to drink anything they can get their hands on. She could always rely on her. Even if she did tend to not recognise drinks by their names very well.

Syed waved his hand dismissively at her, before turning instead to the person who walked beside him - Xan. "I don't know about you, but I'd be happy with just a cup of tea. The good stuff. What do you think?"
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