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Post by Ezra on Jan 29, 2011 20:20:00 GMT -5
Ezra sighed. He hated that question. But this time he really didn't mind not being able to lie. There was no away around this question, and even the mighty Ezra was incapable of even coming up with a lie that would satisfy Ophelia. He stopped for a moment with probably the most serious expression he'd shown since he met the redheaded thief. "Yes, she was mortal like you." Only he wished she would take this a little more seriously. She'd never been in love the way he was, and probably never would.
"She didn't die of old age," he added, just as another way of avoiding the bigger question. How did she die? That was his least favorite subject, but he was unable of not telling her the true answer, not matter how much he hated saying the words. Even though she went on to offer trading for a car, he just ignored that. And at this point he didn't even care about Ophelia's reaction to the real answer of how she died. Unless she actually showed some sort of sympathy, which he doubted, he was sure it would just be more sarcasm. "My best friend killed her."
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Post by Ophelia Cait on Jan 31, 2011 19:11:40 GMT -5
Ophelia nodded to herself when he said that she was mortal like she was. She probably had some sort of disease or something, but she kept that to herself. She stopped walking and turned around when he said that his best friend had killed her. “Oh.” She said as she turned around again. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled under her breath as it was the customary thing to do.
Ophelia could never understand love, never having experienced it for herself. And how would she? She could not picture herself having some boyfriend. She was never home. And when she did arrive home with some stolen piece of artwork or jewelry what would she say? How could she explain why she never worked or where her money came from? She couldn’t.
She wouldn’t ask how or why his best friend had killed his girlfriend/lover/baby mamma/fiancé/wife. “Fine. Damn it. Fuck. Fine. Damn it. Fuck. Here.” With all the grace she could muster (along with gritted teeth) Ophelia held out her precious ruby necklace. It had probably belonged to his dead beloved. Ophelia looked the other way as she waited for Ezra to reach and grab the ruby necklace. “Just give me my damned fake back and go.” She could barely talk because she was very pissed off. He was playing to her emotions. And he won.
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Post by Ezra on Feb 1, 2011 19:57:35 GMT -5
Ezra was actually sort of surprised to hear that might-be actual sympathy in her voice as she said what everyone always said, "I'm sorry." That was enough to satisfy him. He wasn't going to ask for his ruby back anymore, but apparently he didn't have to. Before he knew it, she was holding it out to him and cursing rather strongly through her teeth. He just looked at her for a moment and smirked. He got to her. Playing with human emotions was a simple and always entertaining task from all his years of experience. But Ophelia had been one of the hardest to break (except for the first owner of the ruby).
Slowly, he took the ruby from her hands and gave back the still valuable but clearly fake (to someone who knew the real on by heart) crystal. He just smiled at her then. "You do realize this means you'll probably never see me again," he admitted. Thoughtfully, he stuck the huge gem in his trench coat pocket. And even though she seemed to really want him to go away forever, she might not feel that way later. But, if she ever changed her mind, he'd be there. He smiled and headed back down the street again, smiling to himself. It had taken a trip to Russia and outrunning stupid museum guards, not to mention all the arguing and the fake ruby... but he did it. He won.
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Post by Ophelia Cait on Feb 2, 2011 15:04:36 GMT -5
“Hey wait. If you’re going to play to my emotions then I should at least get a hug!” Ophelia said as she skipped and easily caught up to Ezra despite his vast height and long strides. She hugged him around the waist as she patted his body in a friendly sort of man type gesture. “There, there. Everyone loses someone. I’m sorry about it. Best of luck getting over it.” She smiled genuinely towards him for a moment before she turned around and went the other direction. She turned around with the ruby necklace out in the open and gave him a wave. Then she turned around for good because she had the original in her possession. She really did have a sneaky tendency. She wasn’t sorry about his loss, she really didn’t care. All she cared about was the jewelry but he had made her honestly sad and she was never honestly sad. The demon would probably notice when he got home, but not before. She was an expert at taking wallets; people never knew they were gone until they needed them. She didn’t even have to pretend to ‘bump’ into them – Though that was reportedly easier.
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Post by Ezra on Feb 6, 2011 13:56:23 GMT -5
And that, right there, was why he hated telling people about Caroline. He was very over her, she'd died centuries ago. And that just gave Ophelia the perfect change to take that ruby back again. He didn't even hug her back and shook his head, rolling his eyes up into the night sky. If she thought he was that stupid then she had another thing coming. He was a demon, not a vampire or a werewolf or a human. If he had been any of those, perhaps he would have fallen for that hug-and-steal-the-ruby-back routine. But he was a demon, and probably the first demon to ever be summoned to earth. He could definitely see through her little idea of a robbery hug.
When she turned to walk away he just shook her head. Even though she was relentless at keeping his ruby for herself, which should probably make him mad, he found himself smiling. She was a bold little redhead, and he liked her, even if she did want Caroline's ruby. "Fine. You can keep the ruby for tonight. I will get it back, though."
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Post by Ophelia Cait on Feb 6, 2011 14:44:38 GMT -5
‘Damn it!’ Ophelia thought to herself. She was cursing the fact that Ezra was so damned smart and could see through all of her little tricks. Though he was probably a dozen times a dozen years older than her and had much time to learn all the tricks in the thieves handbook – There was no actual handbook. “We shall see!” she shouted. It would be fun to try and get the best of a demon, though that was certainly one enemy you really did not wish to make. She got into her parked car, multimillion dollar necklace in hand and then drove away, 100% sure that she was not being followed. She would need to stop into a church, get the necklace holyfied and more to prevent it from being taken. Oh Ezra would not be pleased with her!
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Post by Ezra on Feb 8, 2011 19:15:15 GMT -5
Ezra thought a moment. Can a necklace be holyfied? He didn't know. He'd never attempted to touch something that was "holy." He'd never needed to before. But he doubted that even if she got some true believing priest to wash his ruby in some sort of holy water fountain, he was still going to get it back, even if it meant cursing the holiness away. It was his, and even though it made a great excuse to see Ophelia, he wanted it back.
He thought a moment and watched her storm off. All he wanted now was to see if she knew how to holy-fy something. And if she did, he'd have to make sure it never happened to his ruby. So, with a sigh, he followed her. "Do you honestly have any idea what you're doing?" He didn't mean to sound so grim, but if she was going to get some sort of demon shield to go over his ruby, he had to know about it. And lying to a telepathic demon was impossible, even if she spoke a lie, her thoughts wouldn't.
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Post by Ophelia Cait on Feb 10, 2011 19:28:18 GMT -5
“None at all,” Ophelia said as she walked down the street. It was the truth and not a lie. Ophelia had absolutely no knowledge of religion. Maybe if she had religion she would know to throw the necklace down on the ground and run away from a monster. And maybe if she had religion she would take up honest work with honest pay instead of stealing from honest and not so honest art and jewelry owners. Or should she say past owners since she now owned what they once owned? It wouldn’t be hard to dip the thing into some vat or something of holy water. It would be as easy as pie. This religion shit wasn’t complicated at all.
“Bye.” Ophelia said knowing that she would be seeing Ezra again. Only this would be the last time he would see his precious ruby necklace.
[[I’m running out of things to write. Now would be a good time to end the thread.]]
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