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WHO: von Hentzau n Saint Lorrant
WHERE: A Heropa museum somewhere
WHEN: Nov 4th
WHAT: That awkward moment when you run into the guy you stole your power from??
WARNINGS: probably none

[ He's planned all of this extremely carefully. He's dug up and memorized the guard schedules, he's found the security office and hub of all the surveillance footage, he's even hacked into their CCTV (security was so lax back in this era). Damian has, as far as he's concerned, accounted for every possibility.

That's why it's with absolute confidence that he stands in front of the temporarily visiting Trojan Gold exhibit, dressed in black leather and a closed motorcycle helmet. There's no need for the outfit, he knows exactly who will be in this building, where they'll be, and has already diverted the cameras, but it's a little bit of extra insurance that he'd never go in without.

Now it's just a matter of collecting his haul. To speed things along, he's already opened several of Rupert's very handy portals, directly into the various displays he intends to borrow from. He's already got two — a headpiece and a golden cup, safely nestled inside the case he'd brought, and his hand thrust through a portal is already working at freeing a matching cup to join the first.

He's not usually one for theft on any scale, but, hell, the world is apparently about to end, so why not. And this is just ... intoxicatingly easy. Who knew? ]

Threaded | Flat

[ One can never have too many swords, especially when facing the end of the world in less than a fortnight. Hentzau's tastes run towards the beautiful and the elegant, and it's hardly as if one can pick up 19th century rapiers from the local store. And besides, liberating the choicest of blades from the safe (boring) confines of an esteemed (boring) museum was an act of mercy - these blades are designed to be used, wielded, with a joyous and expert hand! Rupert is returning these pieces to their proper callings, he tells himself.

Unlike Damian, Rupert doesn't care about CCTV or plans, or guards, or being even remotely careful. In fact he's mostly lost by this point, having given up on portalling from room to room in favour of actually walking (boring!! but necessary) in order to find some kind of helpful map. Why can't these museums just have one handy Sword Room and be done with it? It's a tiring search.

The 'Trojan Gold' exhibit is unlikely to have anything that Rupert wants and he nearly passes straight by when a glint of movement catches his eye. Clothed as he is in the inky black of his Masked Man costumes Rupert effortlessly merges with the shadows, his footsteps quiet and muted against the polished wooden floor as he melts into darkness. He squints through his mask, his breathing feather-light as if the dark figure helping himself to the golden treasures might somehow be able to hear it. And it doesn't take long to realise that this man - this thief - is using portals. Portals that are... distressingly similar to his own, damn it all.

Disappointed and more than a little bit offended by the similarity, Rupert considers his options. Throwing something heavy at the back of this man's head feels like a good one. He'd always fancied that his portals were unique. Apparently not. Rupert creeps closer, prowling in near-silence (only near silence, considering he's only human after all) from shadow to shadow around the edge of the room and slowly, slowly, reaches into the small of his pack for the lethal little pistol holstered there. Just in case. ]