A Day Spent as Nigiht (Open)

[Ezra]

If only the little redhead knew what else Ezra could do. Snapping a cheap gun was nothing. He could snap her in half without blinking an eye. He couldn't help but chuckle silently at her surprise. Of course, she just suspected that the gun was messed up and easily broken. She had no reason to think that he was supernatural, so why would she? He knew from her previous thoughts that mythical creatures existing never crossed her mind.

"Why? So next time you need to steal something, not that I'm recommending it, you'll need a gun that is actually made of a decent material." There had been nothing wrong with the gun he just broken in half. Considering that she probably didn't get that little gun from a reliable source, it was in excellent shape. But if he told her that he'd just snapped a completely normal and well-made gun, that would only make her more suspicious.

Ezra was really giving her one of his fancy guns because he liked her. Something about Ophelia got his attention - besides her hair - that normal thieves he came across didn't. And whatever it is about her that caught his curiosity, he wanted to see more of it. And the only way to gain a trust, even if it was just a piece of it, was to help her.

[Ophelia Cait]

“Okay.” Ophelia responded as she was unsure of what else to say. She supposed that she should be thanking him for saving her life in the future but she could not bring herself to say the words. Ezra sure had unorthodox methods! He could have just told Ophelia that the gun she was using was unsafe and surely would backfire on her literally once she fired off a single round. It was a good thing she had not used it once, not even for practicing target shots. It wasn’t as if there was anywhere she could go to practice with a gun not registered in her name.

“I suppose I’ll go with you to your place to get the gun?” Ophelia asked. She began heading towards the rope she had tied onto a window latch. “Let’s continue our conversation outside.” Ophelia suggested. Ezra may not have been worried about the guards but Ophelia sure was. She’d rather not spend the rest of her life in jail and would sooner stab herself with her needle full of poison (a thief’s last resort). Ophelia did not want to die. She enjoyed life too much. Or at least she enjoyed the finer aspects of life.

[Ezra]

Ezra was only slightly surprised at her agreement. A part of him knew she needed a gun. He also smirked at her thoughts. Even though she didn't know he could read her mind, he thought it was kind of sweet that she thanked him, even if she only thought about it. He nodded then about going to his place. Of course, he could only imagine what she would say about "his place." It was the most normal place, that's for sure. It was full of his knick-nacks that he was too lazy to throw out. Either that, or it reminded him of something that had happened in one of his many stories of his past.

He followed her to the rope, and shrugged when she said they'd finish outside. She had nothing to be worried about. The guards liked him, if they didn't he wouldn't be allowed inside at night. They trusted him, and whoever else he brought in afterhours with him. Even though Ophelia had stolen the yellow diamond, Ezra would never be blamed for letting her in. And she could probably get Ophelia off the hook, too, if he could think up some sort of alabi for her. But the guards were too busy to notice them even being there. He followed her up the rope and outside.

Once they were outside the museum, he nodded down the road. "It's just over the hill. I don't suppose you want to walk, do you?" He usually just walked back and forth from his home to the museum. But she did bring a car, although it would just be a waste of gas money. As soon as they got over the little hill, his house was right there. That's why he spent most of his time at the museum. It was dark, though, and she might just want to ride in her truck for another reason.

[Ophelia Cait]

“I don’t mind walking.” Ophelia replied as she climbed up the rope with gritted teeth and waited for Ezra to do the same. It would be easier to walk to his place and she would prefer it over driving there. Because if she did drive there then he would know the make of her rental car and possibly the license plate numbers. From there it would only be too easy for him to figure out that her real name was Ophelia Cait. “So you keep vast stores of weapons in your home? I suppose you’re an arms dealer!” she said calmly. Most people would probably have problems with an arms dealer, selling guns to foreign countries but Ophelia did not give a damn.

ooc - Sorry it's short. Tired.

[Ezra]

Ezra just smirked at her thoughts as he climbed up the rope effortlessly. The only reason he was climbing at all was because she'd probably suspect something if he randomly appeared somewhere else. She didn't want him to know her name. It was kind of cute, how she knew nothing. He already knew her liscense plate number. He'd watched it pull up. And then she spoke of an arm's dealer.

"Just a few. Although the idea of selling them to anyone at all makes me shudder," he admitted as he reached the top of the rope and followed her. "They're too valuable for that." They were too valuable to sell. Most of his weapons were thousands of years old, and a few he'd made himself. He liked them too much to sell, anyway.

[Ophelia Cait]

“I thought the only value in weapons was selling them.” She shrugged. Maybe he was talking about some antique weapons from WW1 and WW2. “But what do I know of weapons?” Ophelia said earnestly and shrugged. She untied her knot and took the rope and placed it in her thief’s bag. Carefully with her gloved hands she put the window pane on for the second time tonight. It was dreadfully annoying and if Ophelia had to do this a third time she would skin Ezra from his head to his feet!

“How valuable is too valuable?” Ophelia asked. Most people thought their old shit would bring them a lot of money but most of the time in the pawn shops they received less than half of what they wanted, sometimes even less. Old WW1 & WW2 guns went for about one or two thousand dollars. Ophelia walked and jumped to the next roof top, waiting for Ezra to follow her. She presumed that this wasn’t the route he had taken – There had been many. She used the fire stairs to walk down to the ground. From there she would follow him. Run at any signs of police.

[Ezra]

That was mostly true, about the value being in selling them. But when Ezra said they were valuable, he didn't mean money. He meant they held a lot of value to him. His weapons aren't just weapons to him, they were stories. His stories. Being as old as he was, he'd fought his fair share of wars. But only out of boredom. Any violence to him was stupid, pointless, and frankly, unnecessary. Ezra was a full pacifist. Except on the rare occasion where he had to use violence to save his friends. Saving-violence he didn't mind.

How valuable is too valuable? He thought a moment then, pursing his lips slightly as he folllowed her down the fire stairs. "Good question. It really depends on who you ask." He knew that wasn't very helpful in answering her question, but it was true. The greedy guys who sold weapons for a living would just say the fancy ones that are made of silver and gold, and all that expensive stuff. "They're probably not all that valuable if you take them to a pawn shop," he admitted sort of grimly, "but they mean a lot to me, personally."

[Ophelia Cait]

“Oh. The dreaded sentimental value.” Ophelia smirked. She meant it in a friendly way. The only things that had any sentimental value to her were things that were worth a fortune and five times their weight in gold, which the price of was currently rising heavily. She could not understand why people kept things that were old, ugly and worthless. She supposed those sorts of people could dream that their items would one day be worth a vast fortune. Though if there was one thing Ophelia could not understand was a hoarder. Who the bloody hell wanted old newspapers, spoiled food, boxes and other junk?

Ophelia followed Ezra making a note of all the streets and their signs. She knew this area like she could know the back of her palm had she studied it profusely! There was a lot more to stealing then getting the merchandise without getting caught. It was always good to have a plan B, plan C, plan D and plan E! Prepare for the unexpected events and circumstances that might arrive. Such included knowing more than two ways to leave the area and not the most obvious! The most obvious would have beat cops patrolling and questioning all pedestrians and of course drivers in the area.

The more Ophelia looked at Ezra the more she found him attractive. He was really a most handsome fella! The manwhores on Jersey Shore had absolutely nothing on him! If the woman were sleeping with whatever those losers nicknames were then they would definitely be all over Ezra. Ophelia smiled to herself at the thought of putting Ezra and the Jersey Shore guys in the same club. The women would swoon! Ophelia almost had, though in her defense it was because she was so damn shocked that she had gotten caught. She wondered briefly about what sentimental value those weapons might have had. He had probably fought in some war and the weapon saved his life or was the weapon of a fallen comrade.

[Ezra]

Ezra chucked slightly then as he walked beside her to his little house over the hill. "Yes. The dreaded sentimental value." The more she seemed to lighten up, the more he liked her. First she'd just been a typical, redhead thief. But now, her real personality was coming out. He liked it. And she was definitely smart. All of her backup plans were good ones, or at least the few he dug through her thoughts to find. He never bothered to make backup plans for his little adventures. He'd never needed to before. He had Plan A, and if Plan A failed, then he'd just try again, maybe editing Plan A a little bit. But never had he made a Plan B.

And what else did he like about her? Her thoughts weren't very subtle at all. Some of the thieves he'd met were introverts inside and out. But Ophelia's thought were very open, and she definitely wasn't afraid to admit that she thought he was handsome, at least mentally if not verbally. Of course, she didn't know that he was listening to every thought than ran through her head. Unless his company knew what he was, most of the strangers he came up against just thought he was human. Nothing out of the ordinary.

And then she moved on to think about why his weapons were so special to him. Part of what she though were true. One or two of his old worn out guns and swords were from his passed friends. But most of them were gifts, either from his still living friends. But the most interesting weapons he had he'd been given by strangers. Complete, utter strangers like Ophelia had been to him about ten minutes ago. And he was still a stranger to her. But she didn't seem like a stranger to him, not with his telepathy, anyway. That was one thing he enjoyed about telepathy. No one knows your listening.

[Ophelia Cait]

“You … reside close?” Ophelia asked. She almost said ‘lived’ but changed to ‘reside’ at the last second. She had also wanted to ask if he had a safe house close to the museum. Ophelia had one house with several large hidden safes which to find would require the house practically being torn down. But she also had some ‘safe’ temporary residences where she could go if there was any heat on her, which thankfully there wasn’t. Nothing like being put on the FBI’s top 10 most wanted list. Which in her opinion should only be used for crazy murderers and not thieves or people who had only killed once.

It was not uncomfortable to be walking with a large diamond in your bra. It was actually rather comforting though it did give the strange impression that Ophelia was either stuffing her bra with socks or tissue paper and/or that she had a third breast. Her small leather boots made only the tiniest of clicks on the sidewalk. Perhaps it would be another ten minutes to Ezra’s place, two minutes to get the gun, another ten minutes back and then the long drive to her home. Ophelia couldn't wait to kick up her feet with a glass of cold root beer and strut around home with the diamond.

[Ezra]

Ezra nodded, cocking his eyebrow slightly at her use of "reside." Of all the things she'd said, reside was the most unusaual. Maybe she was trying to sound like she had a bigger vocabular than it seemed. He tried not to sound like he had a big vocabluary. He had so many words rolling around in his head he had to search for simple ones for his friends to comprehend. But, he'd been around for millions of years. He was there when English was invented. Can you really blame the guy for having a huge vocabulary list memorized in his demon head? He didn't think so.

But he couldn't help his eyes from falling to that deformed lump on her chest. He smirked slightly and admitted, "You know, you can take the diamond out of your bra now. I only took it the first time to get on your nerves. I won't take it again." Whether she believed it or not, it was the truth. She, in a way, deserved it. She'd proven herself worther to Ezra to let her steal it. Besides, he was planning on buying the museum anyway... as soon as she stole the money from someplace unsuspecting. So technically, he was letting her steal from himself. So he stole his own diamond, and gave it to the little redhead for no reason, not to mention the gun he was about to give her...

So they reached his little house over the hill, and he opened the front door. "Ladies first," he motioned for her to go first. Of course, he would understand completely if she didn't trust him enough to go inside his house. He could easily trap her there if he wanted to. But he hoped she could trust him. She'd probably never see him again after tonight anyway, unless Ezra found someway to randomly bump into her again. Just by coincidence, of course.

[Ophelia Cait]

“Sorry if I don’t believe you.” Ophelia replied. She didn’t mind leaving it in her bra even if it did make it look quite odd. “No offense,” she added. She continued to walk with Ezra. Soon enough they walked up a hill and then they were there. “Nice place.” Ophelia added as she walked inside his home. She was curious if this was his home or a safe house or a temporary home. She wasn’t going to ask as it was not polite. She would not like someone asking about her own home though she had never brought anyone back there.

“Nice place,” Ophelia replied as she swung her bag on her other shoulder. She wasn’t worried about Ezra because aside from the gun that he had just split in half she also had a needle full of cyanide a last of last resorts. If she couldn’t escape, if she couldn’t shoot her way out then the last of the last of the last plan was to die. Ophelia would not go to jail. If Ezra tried anything she would stab him with the needle.

[Ezra]

"None taken," he replied. Ezra hadn't really expected her to believe him. If he were in her position, he wouldn't believe him either. Being the thief she was, it wasn't really surprising that she wanted to know if it was actually his house or a temporary one. Temporary houses just weren't his thing. For one, he didn't need one. And for two, he liked his house. He only found temporary places when he absolutely had to. Although this house would seem rather strange to someone like Ophelia. He had little nick-knacks scattered all over the place. So yeah, it was was a nice place, but once inside you would find it was also a very messy place.

Ezra just nodded when she complemented her on his place. "And this is actually my home. That's why it's such a mess. It's not just one of my temporary places. Apparently, the police are stupid and never think to check out this old abandoned house..." Even if they did come to kick him out of the place, he'd just mind-wipe them and send them back home. They'd just think it was a dream, if they remembered it at all. Another advantage to telepathy.

[Ophelia Cait]

“I see,” Ophelia replied in a friendly tone that suggested nothing to the contrary. It looked like it had not been used in months! Of course she was not going to say that to Ezra. His home was full of various items all of which Ophelia did not find appealing. She would not steal his precious things unless she wanted to spite him for earlier stealing the diamond and placing it back. She and him had very different tastes! Her home was more white and modern with an all white room, an all black room and a mix of modern contemporary. Her safe home in the city was set up the same way, less expensive and with more canned food, fake passports, large sums of cash in the safe and another gun which would probably break on her if she used it. There was also clothes and a lot of makeup to further change her appearance.

“I can see you’ve done the decorating all yourself.” Ophelia nodded as if she was appreciating it. She was trying. “The gun?” she asked pushing Ezra to remember the only reason why she was here in the first place. Like she thought previously, she wanted to get in, to get out with her new gun and leave so that she could celebrate her victory over the museum. She took a look about his place and found nothing of real value to anyone except the home owner. She examined various things all while watching the male thief out of the corner of her eye.

[Ezra]

Ezra knew that the place looked like he hadn't been there in a long time. That's because he hadn't. He spent most of his time either in the forest, the museum, or just around New York and looking for something to pass the time. Staying locked up in this old hidden, abandoned house was so boring he couldn't stand it. So, off the the city he goes, and stayed most of the time.

I can see you’ve done the decorating all yourself. He chuckled slightly. Technically he had, although he basically just threw everything around until he found a place that he thought it was easy to remember where it was. And some of the things were pretty outdated. He had nick-knacks lying around from the fourth century, and it was so dusty it was probably completely obvious that he hadn't moved it in years. Many, many thousands of years.

"You don't have to pretend to like this stuff. I know this place is a total mess," he admitted, giving her a small smirk. But he hadn't forgotten about the gun. But he also didn't blame her for suspecting that he had. Giving up a fancy gun isn't something a normal "thief" would do. But he wasn't normal, or a thief, only Ophelia didn't know that.

He shoved everything off a completely cluttered desk near the back of the living room, and the only thing he hadn't knocked off was a shiny, dust-free handgun that was clearly rare. He honestly didn't know what type of gun it was, but he knew it was a one-of-a-kind because he made it himself a few hundred years back. There's no way it would ever fail or backfire. He picked it up and handed it to her, before she could say anything else.