[In the deep dark blackness of a deep dark room, two deep dark shadows creep across the floor. They pass a window, and the lights from outside reflect off the
sunglasses hiding their eyes and identities from view. The pair creep up to a pedestal in the middle of the room and stop. In stage whispers, they speak to one another.]
Are you sure this is the one? It's kind of hard to see without any lights.
I'm pretty sure it is. I saw stuff that looked like what we were looking for during the day.
Okay!
Stand back.
[The girl obliges. The boy lifts a sword and swings it with a shout.]
DEMON FANG!
[The case shatters, and the boy collects the gleaming red gemstone from inside. The girl's head twitches towards the door.]
Uh-oh. I think somebody heard that.
Let's get outta here!
Right! To the angelmobile!
[A pair of fluorescent pink wings appear on the girl's back, illuminating her and the boy. With no visible effort, she lifts him and flies straight through the wall--literally, straight through the wall--with a crash just as the doors behind them bang open and men rush into the room, firing guns in their wake.]
[ooc: Backdated to before midnight. |D]