#antonio frilli

[europeansculpture]

Antonio FRILLI (1860 -1902) - Buste de Cléopatre

[however94]

Nude Reclining In A Hammock, obra do italiano Antonio Frilli em mármore.

[kissingwookiees]

that sculptor also managed to do something michelangelo never could which is depict realistic tiddies

[blankpapper]

Ms Paint Artificer from Risk of Rain 2

im very tired

Sketches/WIP

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Scuplture by Antonio Frilli

[miracles-and-butterflies]

On this episode of me randomly posting an unfinished wip from my drafts: we have what was going to be a Madrigals swapping bodies fic.

This one dates back to April 2023, almost a year old.

What the hell? This wasn’t her room.

Instead, she was in Mirabel’s cosy, ordinary, little room. Maybe scratch off cosy - this room is fucking freezing. Seriously, Luisa doesn’t think she’s ever been this cold before. And it’s a bigger room than she remembers. How did she even get in here? When did she get in here? Is Dolores right about her sleepwalking? And where’s Mirabel?

Luisa ignored her questions just now because Antonio, who was still wailing intensely outside, was her top priority at the moment. She could figure out what happened to herself later. And it was most likely that Mirabel, being the early bird she was, was already awake and far into her morning routine by now.

As she darted for the door, she felt completely off - like her centre of balance wasn’t where it normally was. Her vision also seemed to give up on her as she tried to spot Antonio once she was out the room.

What the fuck kind of drunk shenanigans did Isabela drag her into last night? At least she doesn’t have a hangover.

She strained, eventually catching a little, dark blurry figure, and running that towards it. Relieved that when she got closer, her eyes fixed themselves and that Antonio did appear.

Thinking a moment, she slowed her pace, not wanting to scare the boy any further by just suddenly ambushing him.

“Hey, primito, are you okay? Did you have another nightmare? Whatever it is, you’re safe now.” Luisa hoped her voice sounded gentle, she couldn’t really hear herself over the blood pumping loudly in her ears.

Antonio looked up at her. Whatever she had sounded like, she had only upset him more. He pointed at her, screaming, cowering back into the corner between his door and his parents’.

Luisa, although freaked out, continued, “Antonio, it’s just me! It’s Luisa, your cousin. I’m not going to hurt you. ”

The more she spoke, the more she realised her voice didn’t sound right. It had a slightly higher register than it usually did, and was overall more feminine and controlled. Her familiar raspiness was seemingly replaced by something more mature.

She also realised as she approached, that she was undeniably shorter, because Antonio looked to be about three thirds of her. Which is particularly strange because if she remembers correctly, she had been the tallest Madrigal for many years now and there’s no way a child is going to suddenly grow so much in one night. Isn’t she a bit young to be shrinking with age though? She’s only twenty!

“What the hell?” Luisa asked out loud.

She looked down at herself and saw her hands which were decidedly darker and smoother than her natural complexion. There weren’t any calluses from heavy lifting or nervously chewed up nails. Instead, well-kept and delicate. In fact, her whole body was dainty and more doll-like than the one she knew just yesterday, covered in a frilly nightdress that she definitely did not own. She reached up to her hair, only to feel the soft, shoulder length curls that resided there.

Luisa let out a scream of her own, before shouting another, louder, “What the hell?!”

She kept repeating that phrase while wandering over to the pictures on the nearby wall. Trying to use the glass as a mirror, she leaned close to it, eventually seeing a reflection that wasn’t her own. Finally coming to the conclusion that not only was she not in her own body, but she was in someone else’s body. Mirabel’s. Which explained why Luisa hadn’t seen her when she woke up in the nursery. Because she was…

Antonio whimpered somewhere behind her.

He was now sat on the floor. He had stopped crying, but was still staring at Luisa with eyes the size of dinner plates.

Part of her still wanted to comfort him, but considering how he reacted to her presence, didn’t think it would work. If it was a nightmare was about Casita’s collapse and having the person comfort him be… Mirabel right after, probably hadn’t helped.

The moment was interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat directly behind Luisa.

Suddenly frozen, every muscle, that felt too small and weak to be normal or familiar, locked into place. She stepped back and turned a full 180 degrees, looking up (that felt weird to do again) at her mother.

“Mirabel? Are you okay? You look very pale, mi amor.”

Kinda the opposite, actually.

Luisa tried not to react to the nervous shivers running through her body. Does that happen every time Mirabel’s nervous? Is that why she’s always cold? Wait, no, that’s the anaemia. Maybe it’s both?

“I’m,” she paused, trying to think about what Mirabel would say. ‘Fine’ would make Julieta worry and that wasn’t fair, but saying ‘okay’ wouldn’t be Mirabel. It had to be something smart, that normal people wouldn’t say. “Quite adequate, dearest mother.”

…She should’ve just said ‘fine’.

[delicatuscii-wasbella102]

Antonio Frilli, Oriental Girl

[belles-endormies]

Antonio Frilli (1880-1920) sculptor

[sokkas-first-fangirl]

Hey first off. Love your Encanto works. There very good reads. They make me feel a lot better when I read them. So here’s a writing prompt/request that I had in honor of Isabela’s birthday. When asking what she wants for her birthday she would like clothes for gardening and won’t be hard to clean up and could work in. Also it would be nice if their were some hats (some similar to her concept art) and she decorates with all her flowers. Thanks.

So much of that concept art was gorgeous 💕

Usually, Isabela's birthdays were...Very pink. Fit for a princess. Always utterly perfect, ladylike and beautiful.

This year, she finally got to celebrate with just her family and could be honest about what gifts she wants.

No piles of impersonal cards from the villagers, no cloying perfume, no pink accessories, no chocolates she didn't even like (she preferred dark chocolate; funnily enough, Mariano knew that). No pressure to perform for the villagers and dance with everyone, and absolutely no frilly dresses.

Her family was happy to celebrate with her. They stayed in Casita, simply enjoying the sunshine made by Tia Pepa. She, her sisters and her cousins messed around in the garden: she turned her plants into an obstacle course and they spent most of the afternoon trying to get through it.

And the presents were all stuff she actually wanted. When her family asked, Isabela finally felt like she could tell them what she really wanted.

Mirabel bought her a pair of dungarees for gardening and embroidered them brightly with many of Isa's new flowers.

Luisa got her a pair of gardening gloves and comfortable boots, while her parents bought her a pile of books on plants, fruit and vegetables.

Tia Pepa and Tio Félix got her a dress, but it was in line with her new style: it was looser and shorter, the hem only brushing her shins. It was a bright royal blue with a striking green and orange pattern on the sleeves and bodice.

Tio Bruno bought her so many different types of bulbs and seeds, because Isabela said she wanted to try gardening the normal way. Dolores got her ribbons and hair ties for her hair, to keep it off her face, and gardening supplies like shears and a trowel.

Antonio gave her a hand-drawn card of herself in the jungle, surrounded by bright spiky plants and big vines.

Camilo sarcastically presented her with a bouquet of roses, but when Isabela threatened to shove it down his throat, he gave her the real present: a pair of earrings shaped like leaves and a matching bracelet.

It was surprisingly sweet.

And finally, there was Abuela. Looking a little shy, Abuela presented her with three new sun hats. One was plain, but the other two had simple ribbons on them: one blue and one yellow.

"To keep the sun off your head," Abuela said, stroking Isabela's hair. "We can't have you burning to a crisp, amor."

Smiling, Isabela waved her hand and flowers appeared on the hats: lilies on the first, daisies on the second and carnations on the third. There were sprigs of herbs on each one, poking out between the flowers.

Some colour never hurt anyone. And Isabela could always shake it up and change them depending on her mood.

As always, Julieta's baking was superb and Isabela treated herself to three slices of her birthday cake, lounging in the hammock in the courtyard.

All in all, it was the best birthday she'd had in a long time.

[gamerbearmira]

I bring to you, de-aged casita

and I couldn't resist this frilly part

I figured the house would blonde because of its colors, if you think I should go with a more brown color let me know. The blond part is a little lighter than that. Closer to the light brown color of the house with dark brown highlights. The image below is an example of their hair color.

Casita is a very adventurous, confident, and comedic child. There's never a day when they aren't covered in scars and scraps.

They only show this side to Mirabel, Antonio, Luisa, Bruno, and the other village kids. To everybody else, they are a shy and "creepy" kid. the villagers think their creepy because he only stares at them like they did something wrong. Which they did but they don't want to admit it

Casita won't pass up a time to call out any madrigal or villager who dares to talk to Mirabel disrespectfully. the first person he cussed out was Alma and then Isabela and the rest of the family.

They won't let Pepa nor Felix near Antonio, not like he minds. He learned what type of people his family is.

Casita is a kid so they are still learning what type of power they possess, just like how the other madrigal children learned how to use their gifts.

Nobody can catch casita, he's five and the others are 15 and older.

He calls Mirabel hermanabel, Antonio hermantonio, luisa Tiauisa, and Bruno Tio Bruno(ofc). you don't want to know what he calls the other madrigals

speaking of the madrigals, Casita doesn't consider any of them as their family and will say it out loud.

Mirabel was given the gift of super embroidery. It's like Isabela's gift but with clothes. She can make whatever dress, scarf, or shoe she creates in her mind appear. Antonio, Luisa, and Bruno keep their gifts.

He will only ever speak to the other madrigals when they actually have a heartfelt apology

Hair color is very fitting‼️ And the little family, they are so <333 plowkey. Hope the others come to apologize. AND ACTUALLY MEAN IT, NOT JUST SO THEY CAN GET THEIR GIFTS BACK…but. Yeah. Don’t gotta be forgiven, but could at least accept their apologies

[callmeanxietygirl]

Antonio Frilli, "Sweet dreams-Nude Sleeping in a Hammock" 1890 ca White Marble

Antonio Frilli, "Dulces sueños-Desnudo durmiendo en una hamaca" 1890 ca White Marble

[europeansculpture]

Antonio Frilli (1880-1920) 

[dovevonascerequadro]

Nudo di donna reclino sull'amaca

Antonio Frilli

[kxlinthesky]

EPISODE 1+2 LIGHT NOVEL Chapter 1-5 English Translation

“This is crazy. I think we ended up at a party instead of an auction!”

“It’s an exhibition by the rich, for the rich. What did you expect?”

 That night, Owl and Nick returned to the museum, and as they watched the guests arrive one after another, they let their thoughts be known.

Famously wealthy individuals, politicians, and nobles were all gathering together, with the occasional performer or philanthropist mingling among them as well, forming quite the five-star roster of distinguished personages. The steady stream of patrons, adorned in gorgeous gowns and haute couture suits, flowed up the red-carpeted steps to the venue.

At the entrance, each guest verified their invitation and received a badge and a paddle, each emblazoned with a number. They then passed through an arch decorated with crimson roses and into a hall full of rows of luxurious armchairs, also numbered. Staff members in evening attire led the guests to their respective seats based on the number they’d received. Upon being seated, each guest received a single catalog listing every item up for auction. They opened their catalogs with sparkling eyes and began to scope out their respective targets.

Nick surveyed the scene from a corner of the room, locating each famous person and pointing them out to Owl. “That’s Charles Rose the stage actress, and over there’s the dancer Antonio Brock! This is so cool!”

Owl, however, did nothing but scowl at the gaudy display, grumbling, “I feel like my eyes are melting.” His reaction was understandable – between the flower curios, the crystal chandelier, the frilly curtains, the gold-trimmed furniture, and the massive glittering jewels adorning the guests’ ears and fingers and necks, the whole scene was so dazzling and lavish that the detective could barely keep his eyes open more than a slit.

Ritz was patrolling the hall, but she stopped by in the midst of one of her rounds to talk to the pair. “There’s no need for concern. The phantom thief will appear between 12:00 and 12:15. We should conserve our energy for the time being, else we’ll be running on fumes by the time he actually appears, right?” She didn’t give them time to answer, though, instead pointing and adding angrily, “But before that, what happened to your clothes? I gave you tailcoats in your sizes!”

“Yeah, but they were hard to move around in. Constricted the throat, too.” Nick patted his neck for emphasis.

“This is my only haute couture coat, more-or-less,” added Owl, gesturing to his sleeve cuffs.

“I’m telling you that you stand out!”

Ritz obviously wanted them to blend in a bit better, but the two remained in their little corner of the room, utterly unruffled. “All they’re doing is looking at their catalogs,” Owl pointed out. “They only have eyes for the treasures before them. We’re pebbles on the side of the road compared to that.”

Nick tacked on, “Actually, if there was anyone paying attention to us, that’d be even more suspicious, right? Someone like that might just be our thief.”

She could only sigh at their nonchalant attitudes. “No thief in the world would care a whit about an unknown detective.” Realizing further nitpicking was pointless, Ritz gave up the fight and held something out to Owl. “More importantly, take this. You said you wanted to see one, right?”

It was a catalog, identical to the ones the guests had. “Yeah, thanks,” Owl said as he took it.

“They were only just printed the day before yesterday, and there are only as many catalogs as there are guests, so please take care not to lose it.”

“I know.” Owl began rifling through the catalog. “Usually, you think of things like paintings and gemstones when you think of an auction, but they’ve got all kinds of stuff, huh?”

Nick peered at it as well, surprised by the contents. “There’s gloves, books…? Is that part of a letter? Totally illegible… and that looks like underwear. Is this stuff really going up for auction?”

“Anything will sell if there’s a demand for it. There will always be those interested in, say, an actress’ belongings or a famous artist’s rough sketches. Plus, this auction also serves as a charity, so there are lots of that nature as well.”

“Interesting.~” Nick seemed to understand, but he also shrugged and asked, “So who has an interest in the underwear, I wonder?”

“Even so, there are fifty items in total, right?” asked Owl. “The auction’s supposed to start at eight and end at ten – will they be able to sell everything?”

“Oh my, well, auctions tend to end rather quickly. A single lot takes around one or two minutes to sell,” she replied.

“That fast? I imagined it taking longer.”

“There are auctions out there that operate more slowly, but the quicker ones can end in just a few seconds. The most prized products start at higher prices and garner successful bids quite quickly.”

“Ah, makes sense. Those ones get sold at the first offer, you mean.”

“Precisely. And even if one item takes a little more time, the auctioneer and underbidders make the necessary adjustments, so there’s no need to fret.”

“An auctioneer is the guy who stands at the podium and slams the little wooden mallet thing and says ‘Sold!’, right?” Nick hummed. “That sounds like a cool gig.”

While Nick chattered about how he wanted to try his hand at auctioneering, Owl paused on the last page of the catalog – lot number fifty. The page had a picture of the statue, along with its size, materials, history, starting price, and minimum buyout cost, among other things. Owl cared about none of that; his gaze was fixed on the title.

“Hey, Ritz, you said the statue’s creator and origin and title were all unknown, didn’t you?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Owl flipped the catalog to show her, pointing to the bit in question. “But it has a title listed right here.”

Ritz answered his implied question, “What you see there is simply a placeholder name. It would have been difficult to register it without a proper name, so the curator gave it one. There are other such unnamed items, as well, so they were given titles so as to not mix them up. In truth, the catalog was barely finished in time because of how much time it took giving everything names.” There was a faint undercurrent of curiosity in her tone, possibly wondering what had Owl so interested.

“Li’l D….” Owl flipped back to the front of the catalog and worked his way through again, scanning the names of every item from one to fifty, tracing the pages with his finger. His narrowed eyes blew wide. “Silver… moon… heavens….”

“Mr. Owl?”

“... That’s not right!” Owl slammed the catalog shut and checked his watch, asking Ritz, “Hey, did you get that ready?”

“‘That’ – ah, that. Yes, it should be arriving any minute now….”

“Good, install it before the auction starts. And I also need you to secure something while we still have time.”

Ritz inclined her head, startled at his sudden shift in attitude. “W-What is it? Please, enlighten me.”

More and more guests poured into the venue. The commotion was only growing louder. Amid the hustle and bustle, Owl whispered something in Ritz’s ear, and she gasped.

■■■■■■■■■■

With a reverberating bong, the clock on the wall struck eight.

 We welcome everyone who has graced us with their presence this evening. It is no mistake that your good fortune is the envy of the world. Masterpieces of exceeding quality and rarity, gold and silver and treasures galore, all of this and more is ready and waiting to be delivered into your hands. All you have to do is combine your zeal and your fortune, and win!

Envy the fact that the treasures are already in the palm of your hand. Ache forevermore for the possessions you will come to hold.

Are you prepared for battle? Are your throats warmed up, ready to scream your passion to the heavens?

... Very well. Then let us begin!

 “The Westpool Auction is now in session!”

A dry clack echoed through the hall as the gavel struck, and with it came a burst of cheers from the guests. Their excitement only rose as the auction goods were carried in one after another.

The auctioneer fanned the flames even further as he tapped his gavel and proclaimed, “Lot number one comes from a famous artist known for paintings that stir hearts and minds even today, Ivan Broughty. We have today a prized artwork of his previously shown at the Morris Art Exhibition, the nude painting ‘Simone!’”

As he spoke, a painting about four feet wide depicting a woman with bewitching golden skin was carried up to the stage and placed on a stand. Men in the audience breathed sighs of admiration at the sight.

“We’ll start the bidding at ten pounds!”

The battle flag rose among the guests the instant the auctioneer announced the starting price.

“Twenty!”

“Thirty!”

“Thirty-five!”

The auctioneer was doing an admirable job keeping up with the bids flying through the air. “Forty from number 21! Forty-three from number 9! Forty-five from number 33!” The numbers slowly rose underneath the gleaming chandelier.

“Fifty! Anyone else! Fifty-one!... I hear sixty!”

The price would occasionally jump up, causing a stir in the audience and relighting the spirit of battle within them. Still, the combatants began dropping out, one by one.

“Seventy-five! I hear seventy-five pounds from number 19, Sir Astudilo! Do I hear anyone else?!” The auctioneer glanced around the room. There was no one else. The battle had been decided. The gavel slammed down. “Sold! To Sir Astudilo for seventy-five pounds!”

A surge of applause welled up. The first lot had gone off without a hitch. While staff members passed documents to the winner, the auctioneer cracked a joke. “How do you like that, folks? Have you warmed up your voices now? Next time, you can go ahead and raise the price one digit at a time, I don’t mind!” Warm laughter rang through the hall. The auctioneer smiled and wasted no further time. “Now for our next item!”

Lot number two was a crown said to have once belonged to royalty inlaid with a bright blue teardrop-shaped sapphire. An underbidder called out the first bid, which the auctioneer immediately raised. The battle began anew, bids flying out of the participants’ mouths once more. The price rose and rose until the gavel fell.

The back-and-forth continued without pause, like some sort of sport… or perhaps more like an orchestra, with the auctioneer as the proverbial conductor waving his baton.

“This is really intense. We wouldn’t usually get to see something like this,” Nick whispered as he watched from the shadows. He was getting swept up in the atmosphere, excited by the rapid-fire bidding and delighted by the large sums of money changing hands. At the same time, though, he was also rather nonplussed by the distinct absence of a certain group. “Hey, was it really okay not telling the other detectives?”

Although he didn’t glance away from the proceedings, Owl replied, “I did.”

“You did?”

“Yeah, but they didn’t believe me. It looked like they were just gonna hang out in a different room until the thief is supposed to arrive.”

There was a note of pity in Owl’s tone that prompted a bitter laugh from Nick. “Oh, geez….”

“It’s fine. Better, even, since the thief might’ve figured out something’s up if there were too many eyes in here.”

“But a single no-name detective is no cause for concern.”

“Exactly.”

While the two chatted quietly, the auction continued apace. A magnificent black pearl ring, a legendary songstress’ high heels, white porcelain owned by an up-and-coming author, antique furniture, a rare stamp of a painting, each and every item fetched a pretty penny, and as they passed hands a swell of awed cheering rose up from the guests. Their senses were completely paralyzed by the staggering prices flying through the air. Most of them had lost all sense of time by the time the now-hoarse auctioneer spread his arms wide.

“Now, for the final item of the night!”

He took a big breath in, ready to announce the featured product of the auction….

“Finally.... You kept me waiting.”

BANG! The door to the hall burst wide open, revealing a lone man. Everyone turned to stare at the new arrival striding through the doorway with heavy footsteps. It was the man Owl and company had met earlier, Baron Shaun. A swarm of security guards trailed his heels.

The other guests were astonished by his sudden appearance, given that he hadn’t shown up for most of the auction. Several guests also wrinkled their noses or curled their lips in irritation. Perhaps they were the ones who knew something of Shaun’s reputation… or perhaps they had a dark history with the baron.

“That licentious old baron showed up,” someone said, but Baron Shaun kept up his broad smirk and plopped down in his assigned seat.

“Oi, the rest of you lot can go to sleep now for all I care, since I’m going to be buying this last item. That statue is already mine, so the poor ought to save their time and keep their traps shut!” At Shaun’s condescending tone, a few of the guests rose from their seats then and there and left the hall. Roughly eighty percent remained seated, all of them wearing expressions of either bewilderment or scorn. Shaun shouted at the auctioneer, “Oi! Hurry up and start the auction! Or you could dispose all of the formalities and let me buy it up-front!”

The auctioneer’s mouth visibly stiffened, but he was a professional. He continued on without losing his smile. “… It appears everyone is rather impatient. Well then, without further delay, I present to you the final item of the evening!” He pointed to the edge of the stage and proclaimed, “This snow-white statue of a young girl!”

There was the rumbling sound of something heavy being moved, and the statue was hauled up to the stage, wooden base and all.

“This lovely sculpture was discovered a scant few years ago,” the auctioneer told the guests. “No one knows where or when it was created, or even who the artist is! What is known is that it’s the height of artistry, that it’s been passed through many wealthy hands, and that it’s worth a considerable amount.”

The hall’s lights suddenly dimmed. Only the light centered above the statue remained burning bright, forming a spotlight over the item. Bathed in its light, the statue looked even more transparent, and when coupled with her praying figure, one could almost feel divinity fill the room.

“Now, everyone, please join us! The bidding starts at one hundred pounds!”

As soon as the auctioneer called a price, the battle began.

“One hundred twenty!”

“A hundred fifty!”

“Two hundred!”

The voices surged and resounded through the air, mixing and overlapping in a cacophony of sound. However, one voice cut through the nose and shook the entire hall.

“Five hundred.”

“... S-Sir Shaun, with five hundred!” The staggering price momentarily took the auctioneer’s breath away, and the battling guests dropped like flies. Still, there were a few brave souls still neck-deep in the fray. Seven hundred, eight-fifty, the price kept climbing, until once again, Shaun routed the enemy.

“A thousand.”

“We... we have a thousand pounds, ladies and gentlemen!”

And still others persisted. “Twelve hundred!”

“Sir Sand with twelve hundred!”

“Three thousand.”

The hall stirred. Baron Shaun had upped the stakes again, reaching the highest price seen all night. The last remaining bidders weakly lowered their hands.

“Three thousand pounds! Is there anyone else? Anyone at all?” The auctioneer glanced around the room. Shaun was already starting to stand, assured of his victory. Silence reigned for a few seconds before the auctioneer raised his gavel high. Everyone waited in anticipation for the confirmation of a three-thousand-pound winning bid!

– However.

 “The price has indeed reached the heavens!”

 An unknown voice echoed from somewhere along with a small zapping sound. The lights in the hall went out all at once, plunging the room into total darkness. A woman screamed.

“What happened?!”

Unrest spread through the hall like a tidal wave. Though invisible in the darkness, it felt like people were rising from their seats in a panic. There was a thumping sound, as if something that had been hanging had collapsed to the ground. Someone shouted, “Someone get a light!”

The hall had devolved into chaos in an instant.

Someone else scoffed at the situation. It was a young man’s voice. “Calm yourself,” he said. “If you desire a light, I have one for you right here.”

And with the rustle of a fluttering cape, a single candle flickered to life on the stage, and the woman from before screamed again.

Because holding the candlestick was a mysterious man.

 A pure-white cape. An equally white silk hat. A mask shaped like a pair of wings, one white, one black.

The man standing beside the statue, holding the candle high, was….

 “Hude Lou!”

Someone screamed. Confusion spread through the hall again.

Indeed, the man who had suddenly appeared was the phantom thief Hude Lou. He gave a gentlemanly bow, flicking his cape back. “The silver moon has reached the heavens,” he said. “Thus, as promised, I have come.”

“W-Why?! You were supposed to appear after the auction!”

“What are the police doing?!”

“Oi! Where are the detectives?!”

Someone screamed again.

The thief was only supposed to show up after the auction had concluded. The auction had only been permitted to move forward because the police had promised the guests that they would be safe!

“This isn’t what you promised! You broke your word!”

The thief let out a chuckle at the sound of the guests’ voices. His silver locks swayed as he gently shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever promise you claim I made, I assure you I did not. What you were told was simply a conclusion that others decided upon. But please, be at ease. I am a being of moonlight, fated to disappear beneath a dazzling light….”

Hude Lou pulled a gun out from under his cape, then pointed it skyward and fired. The candle blew out in time with the gunshot, sending the hall into darkness once more. The people fell into further terror as their sight was stolen.

“The statue is now in my possession! Everyone, I bid you a fond farewell!”

As Hude Lou’s voice echoed through the hall, it was accompanied by the sound of shattering glass. The night breeze began to flow through the broken window. The thief had escaped outside!

As everyone turned to the nearest windows, there was a floomph as they all caught fire – or rather, the curtains did. Each and every Empire-style curtain began brilliantly blazing, and surrounded by the massive flames, the guests began to outright panic.

“Save us!”

“I don’t wanna die!”

“Someone!”

They shoved their fellow guests aside, sending them flying, knocking down chairs, all scrambling for the exits… when with a loud bang, the door to the hall blew wide open, sending a shaft of light piercing through the darkness. Everyone blinked rapidly, trying to clear their dazzled eyes. Before them stood a girl in a police uniform – Ritz.

“Secure an evacuation route with the conducting wire! Squads one and two, charge in!”

At the sound of Ritz’s authoritative voice, a team of people wearing matching helmets burst through the emergency exits on either side of the door, carrying an unfamiliar apparatus with something hose-like protruding out of one end. Several of the men began to set up the machine.

“... The fire department?!” someone whispered at the sight.

“Begin extinguishing!” The commanding officer gave the signal, and the men began cranking a handle on the machine. Immediately a thick blast of water began erupting from the hose. Before their very eyes, the fires began to vanish.

Ritz called out, “Everyone, please evacuate this way! I will guide you! Please do not rush!” The guests started to calm down at her dignified voice and ran in her direction.

 The guests had evacuated, and the fires had been successfully extinguished, leaving only a burnt smell behind. Firefighters checked for any remaining embers. Police officers and security guards stood in blank amazement as they took in the scene. No one had predicted the turn of events, and no one knew what to do next.

A single guard called out, “Please keep away from the stage!” to Owl, who was visibly trying to climb up on it. “Oi! The on-scene investigation is about to commence! Don’t touch anything!”

Owl stood in front of the stage and took a deep breath.

The auctioneer’s podium stood in front of him, and next to it was the pedestal on which the lots had been placed. Until just a moment ago, it had held the statue… but no longer. It had vanished without a trace, as though it had never even existed, leaving only the wooden base behind.

“... He got us good.” Owl’s whispered words welled with vexation, but his expression held awe for the thief’s mastery. “What a superb ‘mystery.’”

           At that instant, Owl’s blood boiled.

           He burned fiercely with a sense of duty, his detective instincts alight.

           But he contained his excitement and held his breath, fists squeezed tightly, glaring holes into the pedestal, a predator bird that had found its prey.

original written by Nagaya Kawaji here

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A Help Guide For Finding Your Sydney Accommodation

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La Scultura del giorno: il Mosè salvato dalle acque del Frilli

La scultura del giorno che vi propongo oggi è il Mosè salvato dalle acque, scolpita da Antonio Frilli nella seconda metà dell’Ottocento. Per dar forma a quest’opera nel marmo di Carrara, Frilli si ispirò al testo tratto dall’Antico Testamento in cui viene narrato che, a seguito dell’ordine del faraone di uccidere tutti i figli maschi degli ebrei, la mamma di Mosè lo depose in un cesto di vimini…

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Nudo sdraiato sull'amaca. Antonio Frilli