[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/2BBhFvU.png[/img][/center][color=crimson]"That's what every thief says,"[/color] Victoire replied when Riku denied the charges against her. A thief who confessed to their skulduggery was hardly worth their stolen slat, after all. Nevertheless, she allowed the dark-haired girl to continue if only to entertain herself for an ephemeral moment.

[color=crimson]"Never mind them. You don't seem to be much of an exorcist to me. You're terribly lacking in hallowed apparel,"[/color] Victoire said as she scrutinized the thief-in-denial with her crimson gaze after dismissing the issue of the gargoyles.

[color=crimson]"Oh, I assure you I got many more enemies among the living than the dead. Nevertheless, suppose I believe you for a moment. How do you intend to go about your proposed business?"[/color] The vampire lady said.

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Clair was prepared to leave the scene and go look for this mysterious thief who beat her to the punch when she noticed that the others seemed to have changed their mind.

[color=gold]"I thought we were supposed to go look for a thief, not antagonize whoever owns this place,"[/color] she said while letting out a grin that practically said [i]'At least not yet'[/i]. Not that she could, or wanted to, stop the others when they already made their mind, but she made sure to stay a few steps behind them just in case something happened.

[color=gold]"Don't you think we are a little too close to the ground for tha—"[/color] Before Clair could give her opinion about how the door in front of them couldn't be any sort of throne room when they were nowhere near the lofty heights the average megalomaniac likes to call home, Kanbaru had already smashed through it. Not to the thief's surprise, the room that laid itself before them was no seat of power but rather a theater, or better yet an opera house in all of its opulent decadency.

[color=gold]"Well, this is a fancy place if I ever saw one. No doubt a thief would want to grab some of these and make a hasty retreat,"[/color] Clair said as she eyed an old candelabra whose wrought golden textures could still be seen gleaming even under the thick layer of dust that settled upon it after so many eons of disuse.
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