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Academy of the Arts: Dalia’s Group

"Dylan, you have such cool friends," she grinned, patting Dylan hard on his back.

Dylan nearly stumbled forward under her pat, barely keeping his footing. Suddenly realizing just how much of a scene had created, Dylan flushed under all their stares. Some, like Estelle, had come forward forward, clearly asking his opinion on the party, others like Xan had more reasonable suggestions. Simon was clinging to his shoulder, practically begging him to come along.

“Dylan,” Dalia said, suddenly at her brother’s side. “I know that things didn’t end well between you two, but it’s just a party. You know how grand they are, and I’m sure your friends will love it.” She dropped her voice even lower. “And besides, how much trouble could he cause in one night?”

Dylan arched an eyebrow at her, surprised by her naiveté on the subject. Though to be fair, she had never been one of the man’s targets. That said...if he was vigilant, and warned them beforehand, he was sure that he could keep them safe. “Fine,” he sighed. “I suppose it can’t hurt.”

“That’s wonderful!” Tobias grinned at Dylan before turning back to Moira. “Now...they outfits don’t have to be too fancy, but don’t worry, my stylist can turn even the most challenging woman into a radiant beauty. Not that you aren’t gorgeous, my dear, but believe me, when she’s done with you, you’ll feel like a brand new woman.”

“Now,” he gestured, “I don’t see any reason why your friends wouldn’t agree to come. Free food, drinks, and entertainment. But, if I must,” he sigh dramatically, causing Dylan to roll his eyes at the theatrics, “I can find them and invite them myself.”



Academy of the Arts: Keeva’s Group

Keeva stared with wide eyes, for once in her young life struck completely speechless. The white haired man - the one with the magical musical talent - was dashing past them and away from Sebastian. Not only was he running away, he made a beeline directly for the sound room, and from what she heard, apparently decided to completely destroy it.

Still completely silent, she watched as Rose approached the room and spoke to the Guilders inside of it. The man with Angel finally spoke up, turning to face the remains of her group.

"...ah, I'm sure they'll be alright." Marcus' face lit up with a smile. "I'm sure Miss... Rose, is it? Will be able to look after them okay. Is there anywhere else we should go and explore? The theatre or concert hall? Or any other exhibitions?"

“Yes,” she said as she started to shuffle to the side. “Yes, let’s go on and get settled for the Exhibitions, then. Get away from Rose. This sounds like a very good idea.”

"No worries, darling. I'll just tell her everyone was KIA by Miss Student Council. She'd understand,” Angel added. "Uhh... You guys said you were guilders, right? They should be fine. Maybe.

“Oh, it depends,” Keeva responded wryly. “Do you think that they could survive getting their faces chewed off?” Before she could do anything else, the young girl jumped in as well, trying to sweet talk Rose out of her anger. “Oh, good try little girl, but you’re dead too.” 

Swinging around, she raised her voice. “ALRIGHT THEN. We’re moving the tour on. Nothing to see here! FOLLOW ME TO THE PERFORMANCES.” She then practically ran away, scurrying down the hall and away from the inevitable disaster that was coming. Holding the door to the theater hall open, she gestured for them to leave their buddies behind to face Rose’s wrath.

They were unlikely to survive anyway.
Hello everyone,

I have some bad news. Due to some issues in real life, I find myself needing to withdraw from the RP. I will not be leaving immediately – we are in the middle of a chapter, my chapter, so I will be sticking around to finish it out. I promise that I will continue to write my scenes from here until that time to the best of my ability.

It has not been decided, yet, if Dylan will continue to travel with the Pride after this chapter. Pach and I are discussing the options, and whether we can write a satisfactory end to his arc and travels in this chapter or not.

It has been great to RP with you guys, and I am truly sorry to have to leave, but I do not see any other options.

Until then…let’s make the most out of this chapter together, eh?
Hello guys -

I'm going to second what Pach said here. While I loved your reaction to Tobias (and yes, that set up was a bit narcissistic of me, since it was a lot of reaction bait) I would love to see more proactivity from those in Keeva's group. Rose's introduction was AMAZEBALLS (seriously, man, great stuff) but most of you didn't take advantage of that.

Seriously, guys, feel free to step forward and add something, or chat at me here or on Facebook. I'd love to work in your ideas, or even be thrown for a loop. There is a collaborative story, so come on, let's work together!






Academy of the Arts: Dalia’s Group

Dylan didn’t know what came over him - one moment he had been speaking to Simon, the next he was charging across the Courtyard. The sight of it, of Tobias bent over Estelle’s hand, knowing the man’s silver tongue and the power of his words, infuriated him like nothing he ever felt. So he reacted, knocking his ex-lover to the ground with a force he didn’t even know he had.

It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. “Don’t you dare,” he snarled as he stepped forward, only to be stopped by Syed and Estelle. The two of them working together were able to hold him back, though he didn’t really struggle that hard, especially when Dalia dashed forward and placed herself between him and Tobias.

“Dylan!” Estelle yelled out.“What’s wrong with you?!”

“No, let him go,” Tobias said, hand still on his cheek, blossoming bright red from the impact. “I might have deserved that.”

Dylan stopped resisting, eyeing the man with a suspicious eye. “You deserve that and more.” With one last wrench he pulled himself out of Estelle’s hold, though he made no aggressive moves.

Tobias got to his feet with a hand from Dalia, dusting off his fine suit. “Well, that’s all in the past, isn’t it, darling?” Dylan visibly flinched at the pet name. “Now, why don’t you introduce me to your new friends?” Tobias turned back to the Pride, looking completely unaffected by what just happened. “Let me get started.” He gave a deep bow. “My name is Tobias Smith, my family has been great Patrons of the Academy for generations.”

Dylan glanced at Dalia, a question in his eyes. His sister just shrugged, looking as helpless as he felt. “Tobias,” he ground out through clenched teeth, “this are my friends. They are Guilders, and I’m sure they really don’t care.”

“Oh, they don’t?” He smiled at them, a dazzling smile. “Why don’t we let them decide? Besides, I wanted to invite them to the Ball tonight. It’s going to be a great time - you know how my parties are - and I must admit that I am curious. How did they get one of the most talented painters of this generation in their group?”



Dylan flushed. “Tobias, I’m not...”


“Oh don’t be silly!” he laughed good-naturedly. “You are fantastic, my dear. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. So, who would be interested in my little party? There will be food, wine, music, art and dancing! Please, I would love to see you all there tonight. I'll even make you all have proper attire! There's a lovely little store that will be able to whip up some fabulous dresses in no time! What do you say?”



Academy of the Arts: Keeva’s Group

“This is not how you address the President of the Academy’s Student Council, Keeva! Remember your place, and mind your tone! I am on Student Council business here, you could wait but a minute!”

“Oh just shut it!” Keeva snapped, rolling her eyes at Rose as she charged towards her brother. “Every damn day,” she muttered under her breath. Suddenly, Sebastian spun around, leaning down to lick Trixie in the face. “But at least the horse is nice.” She ruffled the horses mane as she tried to figure out what to do next.

This was annoying - with the girl here there was a chance they wouldn’t have time to continue the tour before the Exhibitions began. Following Lucien, she edged her way past Sebastian towards Rose and Angel. The man approached Rose - ooh, not a great move - and then made it even worse."Besides," he gave her a dopey looking grin, "a lovely lady like you would look a lot better with a smile on her face."

There was no way this was going to end well. Turning to Angel, she quirked an eyebrow at him. “If I end up losing one of my to your sister’s wrath, I’m not taking the blame. You can explain that one to Miss Dalia.”
You guys…your posts… *wipes a tear from my eyes* So beautiful. *hugs you all!*

Edit: Since I'm home today - random Boston-based school holiday FTW!!! - Imma write my post now. :D

Edit 2: Sorry about the wall of text…again…


Academy of the Arts: Dalia’s Group

“Dylan! Why… why if it isn’t Miss Sander’s own brother come back to visit us! Dylan, you old dog, where have you been?! What have you been doing?! And where… where did you meet such beautiful women?! Tell me!!”

Dylan nearly yelped as Simon dashed up to him. “Hehe, Simon, good to see you too. You’re just as...enthusiastic as always.” He laughed awkward, glancing over at Dalia, begging for help. His sister just shook her head, a wicked smile on her face. She turned away, motioning for Dylan to distract the photographer. “Come on, Simon,” he said, turning to walk the man away from the group. “Let me tell you what I’ve been up to. Listen, if you want to know where are the beautiful women are, perhaps you should think of becoming a Guilder...”



Dalia turned back to the Pride, her cheeks blushing a ruddy red. “Sorry about that, he’s very talented but rather...overbearing.” A couple of them mentioned that they should check out the photos later. “That’s not a terrible idea, to be honest. Oh, not that he takes inappropriate pictures! Well, he does but not like...oh Aislin!” Her blush had spread to her whole face.

"So... what we lookin' at next?"

Dalia floundered for a moment, trying to regain her composure, when someone else stepped in and answered for her.

“Oh, only the most interesting man in Aliqaum.”

“Tobias!” Dalia exclaimed, suddenly awkward. “Of course you’d be here.”



“Where else would I be?” he asked with a smile, surveying the Pride with a gleam in his eye. His gaze drifted through the group, lingering on each and every member of the group. Where Simon’s interest had been flashy and in-your-face, Tobias’s was slow and deliberate. “And where did you find such a collection of fascinating people?’ Reaching forward, he took Estelle by the hand, placing a soft kiss on the back of it. “Such...enchanting...people?”

“Um,” Dalia spun around, glancing around for her brother, praying that he and Simon had gotten far enough away to miss this scene. Oh, where did he get to? “Tobias, these are some friends of...my brother’s.”

Tobias straightened suddenly. “Dylan’s back?”

“Yes,” she said, turning to find that Dylan had circled back to approach from the other side, tapping Tobias on the shoulder. “Oh no...”

Tobias turned around, only to have Dylan smack him hard across the face.



Academy of the Arts: Keeva’s Group

Though she was amused by their antics - they where all so imaginative - Keeva watched them with a keen eye, making sure that they were putting the props back in place where they belonged. Nodding at their progress, she glanced up at the clock. Yes, there would be enough time to see the sound room as long as they didn’t run into any distractions.

“Angél de Cervántes! There you are!!”

“Oh no.” Keeva hurried to the doorway, opening ever so slightly, and found herself staring straight into a horse’s rear end. “Not this again!” She pulled the door open, staring at the large obstacle in front of them and girl on top of it.

“Excuse me,” she said loudly, “but would you mind moving aside. I’m trying to give a tour here.”
Hello everyone! I'm going to start working on my post now. :D
Hello all! I have to head off to work orz - but hopefully everyone will be caught up when I get home tonight and I'll move these scenes along.

Have fun a Monday everyone!
I'm so glad we're back. I know not everyone had a chance to post, but I just threw up a couple of quick things to make sure we get back in the proper flow moving forward. I'm hoping to have regular rounds restored by Monday.

Also - Keeva's group. We're moving to the Sound Room tomorrow evening, so if you want to do something else in the prop room feel free to. We'll probably do a couple of rounds in the sound area, then you guys can see some Exhibitions (I'm thinking mid-week).

Dalia's group…well I have plans for you guys. Wait and see. *wink*

Any questions or concerns?




Academy of the Arts: Dalia’s Group

“Oh no,” Dalia muttered. Covering her face with her hand, she waited patiently as Simon fluttered about the women, shoving his camera in their faces and snapping as many pictures as he could manage. The woman in red, Estelle, Xan, even the one who came out of the window - it was madness!

Dylan was grinning at her, a forced expression full of awkwardness. “I see he hasn’t changed, then.” 


“I AM SIMON BRACE, PHOTOGRAPHY STUDENT EXTRAORDINAIRE! IT’S A PLEASURE TO TAKE YOUR PICTURE!!”

“Nope, definitely hasn’t changed at all.”

Dalia shook her head, peering through gaps in her fingers as Moira started...posing. Terrible, horrifying poses. “Oh my.”

“Moira!” Dylan gaped at the woman. “What in Aislin’s name are you doing???”

"So, judging by your expression this is a regular thing?"

“Yes,” she admitted, her tone the one of a long suffering woman. “He has great enthusiasm, but he can be quite overbearing. Simon!” She called, stepping forward to place herself between the camera and his targets. “Stop. This is proper day, so do try to act a little more professional.”



Academy of the Arts: Keeva’s Group

That music...where was it coming from? Keeva spun around, trying to locate it’s source. A smile spread across her face. “Ooooh, which one of you is doing that?”

“Does it fit? I’m not so great with themes,” Lute called out.

She dashed up to Lute, standing right in his face. “Tell me how you’re doing that! Not everyone here does magic with their music - though we are fairly common - but I just have to know what your skills are. We’ll talk later, okay?” With a wink she spun off, drawn to more questions about the school.

“Oh, we’ve done a lot of plays - though we tend of favor musicals.” She beamed at them. “It’s always quite a challenge to bring together the writing, the music, the acting, the staging, but it’s such fun! And of course you’ll see the orchestra. The agenda alternates between theater and musical performances.”

“Perhaps we should start heading out too,” Aria stated rather disappointedly after checking the clock on the wall. “It’s been a while since we’ve came in here.”

Keeva nodded. “Yes, we should move on if you want to see the sound room. We should be able to squeeze it in, though just barely.” Putting her fingers to her mouth, she let out a sharp whistle that echoed through the room.

“OKAY EVERYONE! PUT ALL YOUR PROPS BACK WHERE YOU FOUND THEM!”
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