Who Needs a Gift Shop?

[bleak_boy]

Since leaving the hideous underground tunnel-maze and surfacing in Blue Rafters, Klarion had been exploring endlessly. Just getting to know his adopted home, the Silver City (formerly) above: Manhattan. He had taken up for a time with a troupe of young misfits and delinquents in the city's central park, Central Park, and would play the distraction

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[lady_shazam]

The Metropolitan Museum's silent alarm system is wired to the JSA Brownstone for a reason

[bleak_boy]

Klarion stopped, shocked by the interloper.

Teekl too halted, hissing, "This one reeks of magic."

Klarion nodded, "Yes, and her clothes are more garish and revealing than the last Blue Rafters witch-woman we encountered." Smirking slightly, he added, "I think I'm truly going to love it here, Brother."

[lady_shazam]

Mary raises an eyebrow.

"Um...I'm standing right here."

Her clothes weren't that revealing.

"C'mon," she extends a hand, "Why don't you hand over what you stole and we can settle this without anyone getting hurt?"

[bleak_boy]

Klarion answered sincerely, "Because I'll put it to better use than a mere decoration." He began walking forward again correcting for Mary's obstruction, apparently undaunted by her alluded threat.