A grand day out. [Completed]

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Character(s): Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky IV (please feel free to jump in)
Content: Ed being a natural spazz. And prankster. Aka stealing art "stuff" from the museum.
Setting: Matteus Museum of Art
Time: Monday, late afternoon
Warnings: Ohnoes stolen art!



"Hey, wait, young sir! Young sir, where is your ticket?"

Ed payed the shouting man no attention. She was much more interested in the sculpture she was looking at. It sort of...glowed. It looked like a mass of rock, at least. She moved her attention to the strangly colored paintings (or where they..?) on the walls. She waltzed around, humming to herself, when a particular painting caught her eye. It was a portrait of a woman (or a very girly man. she giggled.) and a sort of half-smile. Ed arched an eyebrow as she noticed the painting had no eyebrows.

Oh well. This would do.

There weren't any security cameras, or any nearby guards, as far as she could tell. Just in case, she typed a few strokes into her laptop and sent out a jamming signal.

Only a few minutes later, a young lad from the nearby academy noticed the painting had been replaced with a large, obnoxious yellow smily face sticker..

The theif was sitting outside on the grass just outside the museum, a grin planted on her face.

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Oscuro emerged fluidly from the shadows as he made his way silently down the cavernous halls. The newly created Espada paid the vulgar smiley face no mind, much less the students who were gawking at it like the imbeciles they were.

Oscuro had not changed much; he still retained his violet hair and lavender eyes, although his eyes had permanently narrowed, giving him an almost feline appearance. The only thing that set him apart would be the broken wolf mask adorning the left side of his head, one sharp canine still visible. Threatening? Probably.

His footfalls were soundless on the linoleum, and the harried security guard who had shouted after the young thief had scuttled over to him. Aizen-sama had ordered the Espada to keep watch on things in the museum for the moment, and even though it was not something remarkable, Oscuro had not seen the need to protest.

He paid the panicking guard no mind even as he babbled on, apologizing for their incompetences and so on.

"Useless," Oscuro murmured, staring ahead. He had watched the thief make off with the portrait and had decided to settle things personally. Things meaning the disposal of less than competent security keepers.

Aizen-sama did not need people like that around.

The guard didn't even manage to see the flicker of the deadly blade as it slit into his throat and was sheathed again in less than a millisecond. Oscuro's gift was speed and shadow manipulation, after all.

His white robes still pristine as ever, Oscuro ignored the heavy thud of the body as it fell to the ground, crimson blood gurgling from the severed arteries. Sweeping past the insignificant students, he stepped out into the sunlight, already identifying the culprit.

Silently stepping up behind the girl - even though this one looked startlingly like a boy, it was still a simple task to distinguish her - the arrankar spoke evenly. "I apologize for the lax security of the Museum, Miss. Return the painting, if you may."

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(ooc: why..is...this..such..a..late..reply. argh.)

Ed was enjoying her time sitting on the museum's grass, and was making an effort to thoroughly study a map of Paixao. There wasn't much detail, Ed was disappointed to find. Nevertheless, she was looking for locations that might have a more...interesting find. From what she had seen so far, technology of any sort was scarce in this place. At any rate, she would need a map with more detail. She was considering this, when she was interrupted by an absurd-looking man. A skull? Ed giggled. He was frightening, indeed.

In response to the request of returning the painting, Ed narrowed her eyebrows. "Ed's painting? But Ed's painting does not belong in a museum." She turned around the canvas painting sitting beside her laptop. It certainly was not the painting that had been in the museum. It was, in fact, a childish painting. (http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y295/subsequentzero/ein_eddddie.png) Ed handed the painting to the man so he might inspect it further. Ed said brightly, "Ed came here to see all the pretty paintings." And with that said, Ed turned upside down, walking on her hands in circles around the man.

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[OOC: OMG I'm so sorry, too! >_<]

Without casting the grotesque painting another glance, he batted it away carelessly, his expression carefully neutral.

Calmly watching as the child walked on her hands in endless circles around him, Oscuro kept his arms loose at his sides. Someone like her did not deserve to be dealt with by the sword.

Not that he had any feeling for the clearly hyperactive child, no, it was just that he really couldn't be bothered. One didn't need to use a sledgehammer to squash a fly.

"Return the real painting, child, or I will have your head as well." The newly made arrankar was in no mood for playing along with her games.

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She giggled, while still walking on her hands, "Ed's painting is real. Is Ed's painting fake?"

Ed flipped right-side-up (or was it the other way around?) and waltzed over to her laptop. She typed in..well, something. It took about 4.2 seconds, but this is besides the point. Ed began to draw a curious looking chalk circle around all her things.

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And as if almost by magic, Ed vanished in a cloud of smoke, the two paintings, both the stolen and her own, as the only trace. Of course, there was a bug of Ed's own design left behind. Doubtful that it would be noticed, as it was the size of a small bread crumb.

Its purpose, unknown.