We meet yet again. [[EZRA]]

[Ezra]

I'll give it back nicely. That girl lied through her teeth, but at least she knew that he knew she was lying about it. Ezra smirked slightly at her version of him in a dress, although he would never be caught dead in heels. The dress maybe, but not the high heels. But he'd have to be pretty desperate to wear the dress, too.

And then, the statue before them fell to the floor and crashed by her doing. He only smiled at her as she took off. Well, if she'd known what he was than she wouldn't have bothered setting off the alarm and taking off. She couldn't run or hide from him, teleporting was one of his favorite abilities, besides the telepathy of course. But now she had the guards running toward him and he just chuckled as he heard her thoughts, which she obviously directed to him. You'll never catch me.

"We'll see about that," he looked at the guards running his way, and he turned and walked steadily in the other direction. She went down another hall, and once he was out of sight from everyone else, he teleported outside just as Ophelia made it through the exit herself. But he didn't come out immediately. She already knew of his telepathy, he wanted to keep some of his abilities a secret from her. Just for now, but first he needed his ruby back.

[Ophelia Cait]

Ophelia rushed outside as the alarms and sirens screeched. The police who were on the corners of the streets outside also rushed inside the museum. If this were a more modern museum and recently built then doors would have come down from the ceiling keeping people in and people out. Ophelia couldn’t help but smile at the thought of the guard arresting Ezra. She paced her run to a quick walk.

Once she was four blocks away she opened the palm of her hand. In it was a large blue diamond that she had snatched once she had put the guard on his way. She chuckled laughing. That had worked perfectly! Ophelia began to walk briskly on her search for a cab. She wanted to get to her hotel, get her suitcase and then head out of the country. This was perhaps one of the easiest jobs she had ever pulled. The only set back was that she would have to move… And Ophelia liked her house.

[Ezra]

Ezra only followed her as she searched for a cab. And it was pretty hard to miss the blue diamond she'd snatched on her way out. If only she knew how much more powerful he was than just a telepath, then he wondered if she'd even bother trying to get him arrested again or just let him follow her everywhere. Of course, he only followed her because he found their conversations amusing, which was hard to do with a old demon like him. And he also needed his ruby back.

Right as a cab pulled up for her and Ophelia had opened the door, Ezra closed it before she could get in and leaned against it for a moment. He gave her a cocky kind of smirk, "You didn't honestly think you could get rid of me that easily, now, did you?"

[Ophelia Cait]

Ophelia’s eyes went wide with surprise though she did not scream out her shockedness. Ezra who was supposed to be taken into custody by the guards was blocking her way into her cab. “What, did you kill them?” Ophelia asked in English. The Russian cab driver seemed to get impatient by the way no one was entering his cab and the fact that the door was still open. ‘Am I going to have to shoot you with your own gun?’ Ophelia thought to herself and to Ezra. She kicked him in the kneecap and then squeezed through to get inside the cab. “Drive,” she said in Russian. Hopefully she could get to her hotel which Ezra should not know where. She dialed the airport from her phone. “Hello. When is your next flight to New York?” Ophelia asked in English. “Two hours,” said the worker. “Please book me,” Ophelia said as she gave the woman all the details she needed to know, including Ophelia’s alias. She did not have time to detour around europe. She needed a direct flight back.

[Ezra]

What, did you kill them? Ezra only smiled. He wouldn't dare hurt the humans around here. Then he'd be added to their wanted list before you could blink. He all ready couldn't step foot in a lot of countries, and he didn't want to add Russia to the list. He liked Russia. "No, I walked away from them," he admitted with a smirk.

And then she slipped into the cab. Well, he might have to reveal his teleportation now. But it was nice to know that she still had his gun. Even though the kick she'd given him he hardly even felt, he did move out of the way to let her through. He didn't want to seem completely inhuman, even though that was exactly what he was. He could still hear her thoughts as the cab drove away. So, the airport then. Back to New York. No shocker there.

Instead of transporting himself in moments into the backseat of the cab beside her, like he'd wanted to do, he decided to wait for her at her destination. She'd probably gasp again when he randomly appeared in front of her, and he had to admit he couldn't wait to see her reaction this time. But even if she did shoot him, what good would that really do? But, with the gun not hurting him at all... that might be just a tad suspicious. Maybe it was best to stay on her good side.

[Ophelia Cait]

Ophelia had no time to craft something to hide the jewel in. She was forced to wear it around her neck and hide the jewel inside her shirt or more specifically her bra. It was almost publicly displayed and something hidden in plain sight was dreadfully hard to see. Ophelia packed her things in under five minutes and was taking another plane to the airport. She was tired because she had just gotten out of a plane not but six hours earlier. It was a very, very long flight. She checked her suitcase and boarded the plane with no carry on.

Once Ophelia landed in New York her legs were sore. She wobbled around while she claimed her bag. Ophelia never, never wanted to do that again! She stretched her legs outside the airport as she waited for a shuttle to bring her to her rental car. She was in no mood to return the rental car. Maybe she could get a few hours of sleep at her home before she rushed about packing what she needed. She stretched. Getting on two long flights between six hours was not fun in the least bit. Ophelia cringed as she yawned and stretched. It was night in New York.

[Ezra]

Ezra waited in his little home a few blocks down from the old museum in New York for a long time. He played with his old nick-knacks, half of which he didn't even remembering obtaining. Some of them, he had no clue where they came from. But he didn't mind. If someone cared about them enough to want them back from him, they would have come to take them back by now. But all Ezra wanted was his ruby. He knew he'd probably have to take it back from Ophelia by force, but it's not like he'd actually harm her just to get it back. The ruby was special to him, yes, but he still hated to hurt anything... except for bugs.

The clock struck the hour the plane landed, and Ezra stood up, brushing himself off. Now, to find the little redhead again. And with that, he vanished from sight and reappeared right behind her. It was night time luckily, so he didn't have to hide around in the shadows until nightfall. Timing seemed to always work out perfectly for him.

"I don't suppose you want to give me my ruby back now, do you?" he asked, leaning forward and looking at her. She looked exhausted, so maybe if she was sleepy enough he could convince to give him back the ruby. But he doubted he could get that lucky...

[Ophelia Cait]

With every step Ophelia felt exhausted. It was physically tiring to be on two around the world flights within the same day or two days considering the flights were extremely long. Not to mention her journey was not done yet. She would have to move. And what was she thinking about giving Ezra to the police? He would talk about her. Then they would be looking for her. Just when things couldn’t get any worse Ezra appeared behind her. He looked refreshed and showed no signs of a long journey. He seemed to have been waiting for her. “Let me guess. Private jet.” Ophelia muttered.

“Fine. Fine.” Ophelia said as she held up her hands in a stopping motion. “I give up. Damn, you win.” Ophelia replied, ‘again’ she thought in her mind. “I’ll give it to you Sunday. Just let me get some bloody sleep!” The beautiful ruby necklace was worth a lot but it wasn’t worth Ophelia’s peace of mind. It wasn’t worth relocating her home as well as her hideouts of all her treasured items, renewing her phony car records as well as other records it took her years to set up. “Chinatown, 10 PM?” Ophelia asked. She didn’t bother saying something like, ‘the glasses stand owned by the hawk eyed woman’ or ‘the red dragon Chinese buffet’ because she knew that he would find her.

[Ezra]

Let me guess. Private jet. He hesitated. Can't lie, great... Ezra thought a moment. If he said now, she'd either be too tired to notice or she'd ask more about it. He didn't want to chance it, so he founded the quickest way around it. "Something like that." Please don't ask what that means, she begged in his mind. But she was so warn out that he doubted she'd want more detail. She probably would fall to sleep before he finishing explaining. Not that she would believe that he could poof around the globe in moments, anyway....

Did she mean that? Did she really give up? When humans are so worn out like she was it's hard to tell when they mean what they say or not. I guess I'll find out Sunday, Ezra thought. He nodded when she suggested Chinatown at 10. Nighttime, good. Hopefully she'd never ask to meet him in daylight. But she was a thief, so she probably wasn't a fan of the daytime anyway. But he wouldn't be able to meet her during the day. He supposed if it was dreadfully important that he could find some sort of way to mask himself from the sun, but he didn't exactly know how. Hopefully it would never come to that, but he did kind of like spending time with the little thief. She was very interesting to talk to, and she'd had the guts to steal his ruby, so he had to give her some credit. "It's a date."

[Ophelia Cait]

Ophelia had to stop herself from yawning. Ezra wasn’t boring her, she was just tired. But she was not going to let him know that. She did not want him rubbing in that the plane probably belonged to his father, a business giant or that he was related to a King and therefore got to use the nice fancy jet. Ophelia thought, ‘I can afford my own jet. I just don’t want to bother with it.’ She honestly could. But she would have to rethink her disguise; a student would not be flying on their own private jet. Then there were horrible gas prices, the price of putting a pilot up in each hotel and paying him a salary too. And of course he would be suspicious when she did not stay for long. The cost of that jet was something Ophelia could afford but it would eat up into her hefty profits of 100%. She would rather have money then a jet.

“The last thing it is, is a date.” Ophelia muttered. She turned around and waved with her right hand, suitcase dragging from her left hand and resisted the oh so tempting urge to give Ezra the middle finger. It would probably make him follow her again. But she was going nowhere (on a plane at least). He would probably watch her sleep and guard and stalk her until he got his ruby necklace back. And that was acceptable to Ophelia who was quite exhausted. She would get her rest and then get the stupid ruby diamond necklace from its hiding spot. It was not work the trouble of a demon. She blinked, why had she thought that? She pushed the thought away. Just because he could read minds did not make him a demon. Something that wasn’t human, quite possibly but he still looked human.

[Ezra]

Ezra loved how tired she was. Arguing with girls when they're worn out like Ophelia always entertained him. They fought back their yawns, no matter how uncomfortable, just to prove that they're not tired, even though that's exactly what they were. Humans were interesting that way. You never see demons fighting back their yawns... not that they would ever have the urge to yawn in the first place. She thought about affording her own jet just so he would hear it. He knew that all ready. And he also all ready knew why she hadn't flown a private jet. It was quite obvious for anyone who'd ever needed a disguise before. Private jets are total disguise destroyers. He knew that from experience, only his involved teleporting, not private planes.

The last thing it is is a date. He didn't argue. He'd expected her to say something like that. After speaking to her these few times he'd learned so far how to predict pretty spot-on what she would say next, even without his telepathy. But it was just out of habit to guess what others were about to say, it was the only way he even bothered paying attention to the conversation. Unless he kept himself awake, he'd doze off into one of his reminiscing trances again.

But as she walked off, her next thoughts caught his attention. It was not worth the trouble of a demon. He swallowed then, giving the back of her red haired head a curious look as she walked away. Interesting. She was smarter than she looked. For not knowing of the supernatural world, she was very open to believing it. There was definitely more to her than meets the eye. Now he had even more questions for her. Whether he got his ruby back or not, now he was more interested in seeing what other thoughts could come up in that little brain of hers. He turned to walk in the opposite direction. "It's definitely a date."

[Ophelia Cait]

It was Sunday, the day of their meeting. Ophelia had gotten the red ruby from where she hid her stash. She was wearing it now, tucked under her dress for safe keeping. It was quite real and anyone who saw it would think so. There was just no way that it could be fake, even with the incredibly large stone of ruby. She would be a target by thieves. But for the most part people were left alone unless they were blatantly obnoxious about their riches.

It was still early so Ophelia was wandering down the stands. She purchased a DVD of Harry Potter 7, Part 1. She also purchased a black and purple neck scarf. Ophelia chose a pair of faux designer shades and put them on her red hair. She was wearing a black dress with white and black stockings, black gloves. Only the chain showed from around her neck. Her white and black boots clicked. She was looking rather nice, but only because she wanted to! As if she would dress up for Ezra.

CLOTHES

[Ezra]

Ophelia was a little gothic looking tonight, but Ezra didn't mind. She looked good in all black and white. Of course, he just so happened to be there early. He didn't want to seem so desperate to get his ruby back, although he was truly starting to miss it. It always comforted him to see the ruby sitting on his dresser every time he walked in his pointless little home. Sure, it brought back memories that he'd be completely fine with not remembering, but it also brought back a few good memories, too.

The real question was why she was so dressed up. It's not like she had anything to prove to Ezra. She could walk up to him in sloppy, disgusting clothes and he wouldn't treat her any different than he would in her black and white outfit. That didn't mean he wouldn't pick on her about it later, but that's beside the point. But he wasn't surprised to see that unforgettable chain that held his ruby around her neck. She probably only hid it to make sure no one tried to steal it. The last thing she'd want was to lose something that not only wasn't hers, but something that Ezra clearly had a mysterious attachment to.

He smirked slightly as she approached. And even though she'd probably just say something not-so-friendly in return, the least he could do was start their night off with a polite greeting. "Good evening." He considered complimenting her on her outfit, but decided against it.

[Ophelia Cait]

“I see you’re early.” Ophelia said as she sniffed the air and took in the scent of Chinese food made in the Chinese district. Of course it was always best to not sniff in the Chinese district because in the window shop two carts over was a window full of dead white rabbits. “I saw you earlier,” she added. Though of course she was lying. She wanted to seem as if she had spotted him earlier and that he wasn’t as fabulous a locator as she. “I’m not dressed up for you.” She also added. “I always dress up, just because!” And it was true. She couldn’t wear something slumpity .

Ophelia walked to the next stand as she looked at a bunch of fake designer scarves. They were cute; she would give the shop seller that. Of course Ophelia barely wore scarves. It never stopped her from buying stuff. Maybe she could get a bunch of scarves and then donate them as a Christmas present to poor people. That would be her good deed for the year! “When do you want the necklace?” She asked. If she brought it out she knew that someone would see it and someone would talk. Even though it wasn’t showing some people would still find it obnoxious even if she wasn’t flaunting it for the few seconds she would take it out and hand it to Ezra. She would be a would be victim every time she was in Chinatown, and it was one of her favorite places. It was almost like a haunt though no one knew her name.

“Six for twenty!” Ophelia said as she showed six fingers. “Six for twenty!” Ophelia repeated. The vendor said forty. “Twenty-five!” Ophelia replied. She loved haggling and it wasn’t as if she would wear these scarves so why spend a lot of money on them? It wasn’t as if they were real designer. It wasn’t like she was poor and couldn’t afford them, she could but Ophelia would rather take money baths and have money in vaults, foreign accounts, etc… Ophelia frowned as the vendor said forty again. She did not want to pay more than twenty for the scarves.

[Ezra]

Ezra watched her as she approached him and smirked slightly. Why even bother lying? She should know by now it was pointless. There was no way she'd seen him earlier, since he wasn't there until a few moments before he'd greeted her. Not that he would mention it. She knew she was lying and he knew she was lying. And she probably knew that he knew she was lying, so he wouldn't argue. And then she got all defensive about dressing up, which would only lead a normal person into suspecting that she had dressed up for him. But, since he could just use his telepathy to cheat, he knew that she actually did dress up "just because."

When do you want the necklace? He just looked at her kind of funny for a moment. What kind of question was that? He hadn't even seen the ruby in a while. It felt like ages ago when she stole it from his tiny, really messy house near the museum. He thought a moment as she looked at the scarves. "Now, unless you think someone's going to try to steal it if you pull it out from its hiding place." Not that he was going to let that precious ruby fall into anyone else's hands. He only let Ophelia steal it as an excuse to see her again. Now, though, he was really was starting to miss it.

Then she was haggling. Six scarves? Who would ever need six scarves? She would never wear them, she just liked to haggle. Ezra must admit, he enjoyed haggling, too, or at least he did when he used to bother actually spending money. Although now he just steals what he wants, but he never actually needs anything. If he ever did need something though, he might pay for it depending on how valuable it was. But this vendor wasn't going to give in to Ophelia, but she didn't have mind tricks like he did.

"I would recommend you give her six scarves," he leaned over slightly and met the man's eyes. He missed his mind tricks. He didn't get to use them often, but it would be interesting to see Ophelia's reaction to it. The man then nodded and got out six scarves for Ophelia. Ezra leaned back then and waited to see her reaction, especially when the man didn't even ask for anything in return. Not even the twenty-five she'd offered before. Not that Ophelia needed those scarves, really all Ezra wanted was to see if she could put two and two together.