Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150713200153/@comment-26104528-20151113080338


 * same flashback, but later that month*

Three days prior to Cordelia's Magnum Opus...

As the luxury sedan made its way through the mountain road late at night, Anise was buried deep in her studies. No these were not her academic studies; but rather diagrams of the security systems that Thornwood had comissioned for his summer mansion. If Anise had a dollar for every time someone commented on what would happen if she worked this hard on actual work...she'd be rich enough to buy St. Mayflowers itself.

"...yep, just drop me off here. Hey, Opal. thanks for the ride." Anise stepped out of her friend's car. Just across the valley was Thornwood's summer mansion; it's lights were only on for show. Other than the attendant which showed once a week, the place was completely abandoned. What a waste. Such a large and beutiful house that was only lived in for a two or three months out of the year.

This was it; several weeks of scouting and watching to figure out exactly who comes in and at what time. Anise waved Opal away; they'd meet again in the same spot in an hour. Kinda reminds me of that hiest movie I snuck into way back when I was a kid...Checking over herself, multitool, bolt-cutters, lockpicks, electrician's kit, netbook, water bottle, and surplus military fatigues, the miscreant Anise made her way through the desert valley and up the hillside behind Thornwood's mansion.

Having spent the previous three weeks memorizing the systems, Anise army crawled the last few meters to avoid the motion detectors at the base of the fences. She came up on the first of the detectors and cracked it open with her leatherman. Man, faunus have it so lucky... she thought to herself as she unscrewed the internal systems with only the moonlight guiding her hand. Tossing the guts aside, she hopped over the fence and into the backyard, nearly splashing into the pool. Next order of business, disconnect it from the power grid. The house schematics put the fuse box for the house right next to the garage. Coming up on it, she bit a flashlight in her mouth while going at the box with her lockpicks.

At that point, it was just her killing power to the house, getting inside, and disassembling all of the security devices in preparation for the Cordelia's magnum opus. the entire sequence looked like something out of a hiest movie. Except the thief was doing her best to not touch any of Thornwood's valuables; they'd be too hard to carry through the desert and she honestly wanted the man to suffer when he discovered that the massive tapestry in his dining room was now in shreds or his ancient Vacuan urns had been used to mix drinks, etc.

By the time Anise was done, she had accumulated at leat 2500 lien in electronic components once pawned off. All stored up in her bag, she stashed the components in a deocartive pot at the entrance to the house and crossed back through the valley for her pick-up...

That friday...Cordelia's Magnum Opus

Just as planned...Anise stumbled through the den of thornwood's mansion with a bottle of Jack in one hand and a cigar in the other. She had long since misplaced her shoes and her shirt, but she didn't have to worry about being denied service. Welp, Cordelia was in one corner vomiting into a large Vacuan urn and Opal and her entourage were using the headmaster's antiques to play beer pong. The kitchen tapestry was being used to make coasters and some of those mathletes were drunkenly slurring along to 'Party Rock anthem' Just beofre things got really blurry, the last thing Anise's sense registered was what sounded like someone's boyfriend getting thrown into the pool. From the upper level, probably through the master bedroom stained glass window...

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"And as much as I'd like to tell you the rest of that tale, I honestly cannot remember anything after, I think my third shot of Mistralin Rum? I dunno. Everything was a drunken fuzz after that...hey, it's like two A.M. don't you have class tomorrow?" Anise asked Corvus while keeping an eye on two of Beacon's security officers who were keeping close eyes on thier van.