A Day Spent as Nigiht (Open)

[Ophelia Cait]

Ophelia almost jumped forwards onto the glass of the museum when she heard the voice behind her. She instantly realized that it was that man again. “You little liar. You said you weren’t interested in stealing anything yet you take my diamond.” Ophelia replied as she stared deep into his eyes, it was a menacing look. “I suppose you put it back in the case and as soon as I step inside,” Ophelia motioned with her head to the museum, “you’ll alert the guards and call the pigs!” She did not think very highly of police officers thus she used such a degrading word. Despite Ophelia’s harsh words she wanted to know all about Ezra. Where did he learn his tricks from? What was his motive, his purpose? Everyone had one. She just hoped he was not a damned ‘do gooder’, she hated them! She crossed her arms below her breasts and stared at him, waiting for answers. If he was going do doge her questions she might get impatient, use her bag as a silencer and shoot him in the kneecaps.

[Ezra]

"Technically, I didn't steal anything," he admitted. "I just brought it back." Even though demons couldn't lie, Ezra could always find a way around it. And he nodded. He had put it back in the case, and he wasn't planning on trying to stall her from stealing it again. And again, he wasn't going to turn her in. He still liked her.

"I'm not going to alert anybody, not unless you would like me to. That can easily be arranged," he smirked slightly. And reading through her thoughts again only made him more interested about her. She was smart, he'd give her that. Definitely had the right questions in mind, but what kept her from asking? Was she afraid that he'd pull something? He probably would, so he couldn't blame her for being suspicious. After all, he had snuck up on her twice now.

"And despite what you may think, I'm not the 'do gooder' I seem to be." This was true, and it was his way of answering one of her questions without revealing his telepathic ability.

[Ophelia Cait]

“But how did you bring it back? You took it!” Ophelia rebutted to his first sentence! She was annoyed but her emotions were mostly based on jealousy. She had not seen him take it out of her bag, she had not heard the zipper, she had not even seen him come close to her and she had not heard the zipper being re-zipped. So yes, she was extremely jealous. Ezra was quite talented. However she felt that he had not exactly been quite so truthful when he implied that the guards did not mind him. What she realized was that the guards had not seen him, especially so when he said that he doubted they would see her.

“You seem to be a mind reader. Though I know those certainly don’t exist. Anyhow. Do. Not. Alert. The. Authorities. Or. The. Guards.” Ophelia spoke very slowly, making her point. They were done walking down this corridor and weeks of spying on them Ophelia knew that they would return to the guard posts. No guard was ever prepared that they would encounter someone afterhours except maybe abroad when a tourist visited the bathroom and got locked in the museum. These guards had probably never had to deal with anyone but themselves and the night curator. “Where are your tools?” Ophelia asked as she steadied the glass pane she had removed and replaced earlier that night. This was the last time she was doing this tonight.

[Ezra]

"Yes, I took it," he immitated the way she said it almost exactly, except of course his voice was a lot deeper. "And I bet you're just dying to know how." He could've guess that even without reading her mind. Any thief would be impressed and most likely insanely jealous if another person stole from them. The best thief can never be stolen from. So, Ophelia had a right to be pissed off.

You know they don't exist, do you? he thought. So, she was a human thief who had no idea of all the other creatures out there... even some humans had discovered a way to read minds. And he knew a few who had learned to be telekinetic and they even discovered clairvoyancy. As he thought of that, he wondered if Ophelia had the potential to have those abilities. Sure, she could use them for more roberies, but Ezra could definitely teach her. The only problem was, as of right now, she hated him with all her heart.

When she snapped about the authorities and the guards again, he sighed. Had she not believed a word that came through his lips? He leaned against the wall beside then and looked down at her. He hadn't really noticed until then how much taller her was than her. He said softly, in an almost soothing voice, "I wasn't planning to."

[Ophelia Cait]

“Yes I am dying to know, if I’m going to be truthful.” Ophelia finally admitted after a very long pregnant second. It actually took a lot to admit that to Ezra. “But I know you’re not going to tell me.” She finished. ‘So I won’t bother to ask.’ If Ophelia had mad thief skills (though she already had them) she would not teach anyone. She thanked her mentor for teaching her but she could never see why anyone would risk teaching someone else. And Ezra was so good that she knew she would never know his tricks. He had no reason to teach her.

“Good.” She replied to his comment about him not going to alert the authorities. “My fake diamond, please.” Ophelia replied as she held out her hand and extended her palm. Would Ezra give her the fake diamond back? It wasn’t as if she needed it. It would just be helpful. Instead of the police finding about the robbery tonight or tomorrow morning it would take someone a very long time to realize that the diamond was much smaller, less beautiful and might have been replaced. It would probably only be realized upon decision to move the diamond to another museum which museums did fairly often. “You’re not going to tell me where your tools are? – Fine. But please, my diamond.”

[Ezra]

"If you're not going to ask then I guess you'll never know the answer," Ezra admitted, giving her a sly sort of smirk. He actually would be willing to show her. It wasn't that hard, not for a million year old demon, anyway. But at least he got her to admit something to him. That was harder than it sounded, and that meant that she was at least giving some thought to the things he said. And since he'd stolen the diamond from her, she did hold respect for him, from a certain point of view.

She held out her hand for her fake diamond back. He smirked again and pulled it out of his pocket. He tossed it up and it landed in her hand swiftly. Then she asked about the tools again. He leaned toward her slightly, almost at eye level with her and said, "Tools are for amateurs. I don't need tools." What he really meant was, I'm a extremely talented demon, so I don't need tools. But he couldn't actually tell her that. She didn't believe in myths.

[Ophelia Cait]

“Everyone needs tools.” Ophelia muttered. Now was the time to go back into the museum because the guards were in their office. Ophelia loved museums, she adored them and could spend every minute of her life in them but afterhours she knew that it was not exactly safe. And Ophelia did not want to spend a single more second than she had to inside it. “I don’t see how you could get inside something without tools unless you used things along the way.” Ophelia was always prepared but she could easily replace some of her professional tools and sprays for simple items that could be found home or in the office like makeup, hair sprays, ice cubes, etc…

“Since I’m dying to know then tell me.” Ophelia said. When it was evident that Ezra wasn’t going to say anything so soon Ophelia slid down the rope. Her feet landed on the floor with a gentle thud. She tucked the rope to the side and it could look like it belonged to any curtain. It wouldn’t be noticed right away. She walked the same path to the diamond where it was being showcased. Once again she put down her toolbag and began working on cutting the glass, once more. It was annoying to re-peat the same process. Ophelia wondered if Ezra would follow her down her own rope or use another way inside. She knew he would follow her inside.

[Ezra]

Ezra only shrugged when she said everyone needs tools. She would believe what she wanted to believe, which wasn't anything he said. No point in arguing. Then she said to tell her how he'd gotten the diamond. He smirked a devilish smirk then, not really caring if her human eyes could see it in the shadows or not. He'd reached into her bag again while she ranting about tools and took the magazine and she didn't even notice. Well, she said she wanted to know how he'd done it. Good thing when she talks she doesn't suspect him to sneak into her bag.

But he didn't follow her down the rope. Once she was back to cutting the glass, he walked up to her from the other direction. Teleportation comes in handy, but he made sure he was unseen when he did it. While she worked on cutting into the glass once again, he just stood beside her. He seemed to not even notice that she was trying to steal the diamond again. But he and raised up the magazine for her to see.

"Like this... and why do you have a magazine in here?"

He flipped through it, not really paying to attention to anything that the words said. "Is this one of your necessary tools?" he cocked an eyebrow at her. He did really want to know why she had a magazine in her toolbag. Probably just to hide the gun, which he'd also pulled out and was in his other hand. He held it up, too, then. "Or was it just to cover up this?"

[Ophelia Cait]

Ophelia was busy working. She slid the glass quietly down onto the floor and used spray to see the invisible beams of security. Once more Ophelia switched the real diamond with a faux one. She waited until she was done before speaking. Once she had the real diamond in her hand she tucked it into her bra where she could feel the diamond against her smooth creamy pale skin. She then wiped the faux diamond once more before resting it where a very expensive diamond had rested once before it. Her fingerprints weren’t on it but his could be. Ophelia then placed the glass circle her arms length (plus a little width) back into place. It was now glued with clear glue once more. The whole was at a lower angle and hopefully no one would realize it for a few weeks. It had looked perfect the first time, but the second time looked a bit odd.

“It’s only the latest and greatest magazine out there!” Ophelia replied as she rolled her eyes, packing away her tools. In truth she had only purchased that magazine so she could flip through it while outside the museum from a park bench, noting what time shift changes occurred. She had done more work inside the museum but had purchased the magazine book from an outdoor vendor. Her fingerprints were not on it since she had worn gloves. Ophelia gasped when she realized that he had her gun in his other hand. “When… Give that back!” Ophelia yelled in a whisper-like tone. Her voice had been raised but it was not a true yell or scream, not loud enough to raise the guards attention.

[Ezra]

Ezra just chuckled. He dropped the magazine back into her bag, but kept the gun in his hand. So, he'd let her keep the yellow diamond, but that didn't mean she wouldn't find it missing again. And he couldn't really take it now, not without her either cussing him out or suspecting that there was something demonic about him. Whether she believes in demons or not, if the diamond randomly vanished from her bra and appeared in his hand, there's definitely something suspicious there.

And then she noticed her gun, which he was still holding. No way was he giving her gun back. She could keep the fancy diamond and the cheap magazine, but he wasn't about to let her walk out with the gun. He was there when guns were invented, and he always liked to see what new versions of weapons came out. He hadn't held a gun in years. He didn't need a gun.

He thought a moment before replying to her semi-shout and shook his head, "Nope, I don't think I will."

[Ophelia Cait]

Ophelia glared at Ezra so ferociously and almost willed herself to have laser eyes with her glare full of hatred which was quite obvious to see. “Give me that gun back. Now!” For some reason Ophelia was not worried that Ezra would shoot her. But was he worried that she would shoot him? She frowned, annoyed. She did not hold her hand out for her gun. She could not give a damn about the magazine but she needed the gun back. It was the only one she had and she had a hard time in finding it! She did not think it had any fingerprints on it but she did not want it in his hands!

“You don’t need a gun!” Ophelia yelled in a soft tone once more. If he wasn’t going to give it to her then she would have to take it. Ophelia rushed forwards and got a good grip on the gun, trying to pry it from Ezra’s fingers. He was at a disadvantage because her hands were gloved and could take a grip. “Give. It. Back!” she grunted each word, trying to wrestle the gun from his hand.

[Ezra]

Ezra really like this girl. If she ever learned to trust him, he knew they could make a team. But, she was a thief. And he was basically the exact opposite of that. Oh well, at least she was entertaining for the moment. Though he doubted he'd ever see her again after this. Not if she had anything to say about it.

But, her argument was true. He didn't need a gun. But he wanted it. And this thing was tiny. If she really wanted a gun, he could easily get a more useful one for her. Not this tiny thing that now had his fingerprint on it. Not like it would matter. If the police thought he'd done anything wrong, they'd never find him. And if they did find him, he always had his memory eraser.

And then she basically lunged at him, yelling quietly for her gun back. He just laughed, not loud enough to catch the guard's attention, but he still couldn't help it. If Ophelia thought she could get something out of Ezra's grasp, she was insane. Gloves or not, he was still a million year old demon with a great grip and even greater muscules. And he still towered her. Her attempt was hopeless. But it still only made him like her more.

"You know," he pulled away from her then, twirling the gun around his fingers easily. "This is a very cheap and not very useful gun. I could get you a better one. It would make for a better 'necessary tool' that you seem to love." He hoped that would get her attention.

[Ophelia Cait]

Ophelia glared at the man before her eyes. She was almost out of breath. She was in shape with running and climbing and could lift her body weight with a single arm yet she could not get her gun out of his grasp. Sweat was forming down the small of her back from the work. She was not used to physical confrontation with another person. Add insult to injury, Ezra twirled the gun around his fingertips. “It may be cheap as hell but I paid out of my ass for it!” Ophelia replied in the best calm voice she could manage. It wasn’t like she could go to a gun shop and purchase a gun there. There would be records and records were the last thing she wanted.

“You want to trade guns?” Ophelia replied as she raised an eyebrow. “I don’t understand. You don’t like my gun but you want to give me a better gun for that?” There simply, positively had to be some sort of catch! The gun probably had a hefty body count on it and was a gun the police were looking for, probably. Her gun might also be a gun the police were looking for. What better place to hide a gun than into the arms of another thief? She could feel the diamond pressing against her pale skin. She knew better than to come closer to him. She glanced once at the diamond in the case, it was still the fake diamond. She took out the diamond against her flesh and saw that it was still the Tiffany’s yellow diamond. She put it away. Better safe than stupid!

[Ezra]

Ezra could understand why she just wouldn't go to a gun shop to buy one. Unless whoever sold them wanted to get into trouble, they all took record of who baught what. She was smart not to just go out and buy one. But where she found this tiny thing, he had no idea. But he loved that she was trying so hard to get the gun from him. It was kind of cute, even though she was working herself to death over it.

You want to trade guns? He smirked slightly but shook his head. "No, not trade. This pointless thing is worthless. This is going in the trash." And just to see her reaction, he bent the gun in half right in his hands until it snapped. The snap was pretty loud, but he knew the guards were too stupid to notice. He held both pieces in his hands and smirked, "I'm going to give you a better gun."

And he knew she'd be suspiscious. That was natural, and he knew it would probably take more than just saying there was no catch for her to believe it. And then she checked both diamonds, the fake and the real one. Probably to make sure he hadn't switched them while she was trying to pry the gun out of his fingers. He only smirked. He easily could've taken it again, without her even noticing. But he didn't. He wasn't going to take to Tiffany Yellow Diamond from her again. Not tonight.

[Ophelia Cait]

“My God!” Ophelia replied as Ezra snapped the gun in half like it was a chocolate bar. She did not assume that he had supernatural strength. What she was assuming was that the gun had been so poorly made that she herself or anyone could have done it. What would have happened if she had actually fired the gun? Perhaps it would have snapped itself in half. Ophelia had almost convinced herself that Ezra had done her a favor, a huge favor.

“Why are you going to give me a better gun?” Ophelia asked. She would accept a better gun but she wanted to know the reasons behind the motive. Maybe he needed her to steal something for him that he himself could not access? No, that didn’t make any sense because not as if she wished to admit such a thing but he was good, damn good. Unless he needed an alibi because he was stealing from a friend. That would be perfect, go get yourself an alibi while another thief does the stealing you cannot do. Of course Ophelia would require more than a ‘better gun’ to steal. She could always buy another expensive and hopefully better made gun if the person she had purchased the gun from wasn’t dead or in jail.