Fairy Tail RP

Everett snickers. “Can’t wait to see it.”

"God please don't say anything, it's so small." She steps out of the shower, and dries her hair. "This guy is a fucking freak. I question the age of some of the girls there."

“Oh lord.” Everett frowns. He opens his bathroom closet and pulls out a new outfit for himself. This black coat and pants, perfect for his nighttime criminal activity.

(nIgHtImE cRiMiNaL aCtIvItY gUiS!) Roman about 45 minutes later, steps out of the bathroom. She's in a very tight leather skirt, with a criss cross sewn side that spreads all the way up her thighs. The top is lace, see though. Back completely exposed, marks from Roman's last visit to the man show ever so slightly. She has hickies all over her body but her legs. She wears black heels. Her hair is done in a bun, and she's covering her chest. "D-Do you have a trench coat or something? I can't go out in public like this."

Everett is sitting, a bunch of tools gather and he’s putting them into a bag. He looks up at her. “It’s dark you’ll be fine.” He looks back down at his tools.

"I-It won't be dark in the morning." Roman frowns.

“Isn’t that unfortunate.” Everett glances up at her. “Don’t worry about it. I’ve got a whole plan.”

Roman frowns, clearly uncomfortable. "I-I.." She bites her lip, and puffs walking out the door quickly and briskly.

Everett stands, gathers his bag, then heads out the door as well.

Roman is murmuring to herself, glancing in all directions to try to avoid any contact whatsoever.

Everett follows at a distance, taking enjoyment from her discomfort. But he’s also focused on the task. He wants to show Roman just how accomplished a thief he is.

About 15 minutes or so past, and there it is. The old structure, at least 6 stories high made up of mossy, concrete blocks. Half the lights are on, and there is tree's everywhere. The only thing attaching it to the town is the dirt roadway. "We're here." She whispers.

“This is perfect. Distant.” Everett comments. “Will you be in danger?”

"Define 'danger'" Roman looks over her shoulder at him.

“Death or permanent damage?” Everett asks, reaching into his bag.

“I shouldn’t be.” Roman says. She looks up at the sky. “It’s almost time, I’d hide.”

In the blink of an eye, Everett is gone.

“Well, alright.” She murmurs. She walks up to the two double wooden doors and before she can even knock, a woman walks out. She gives a quick glance to Roman without a smile and continues down the path. A large man opens the door wider. “Ah, Roman. How nice it is to you have come...” He looks down at his watch. “2 minutes late.” He frowns. “Inside, now.” He scowls.

Everett is up in a tree, scanning the nearby area. Finding an infiltration point is his goal. Maybe a high window? Or a fault in the roof? He closes his hand and his bag of tools becomes as small as a button, which he then puts in his pocket.

The establishment itself is brightly lightened up. All around the area is complete darkness. There’s guards on each balcony, holding crossbows and moderately armored. Two guards scout the perimeter, holding lances. This guy must be important, because he has a magic council flag thrashing violently in the wind, which only seems to get worse the higher you go worse. There’s no way anyone could breach the roof with such winds, it almost seems like a protective forcefield. Music plays extremely loudly in the ball room. Must be some sort of party. If Everette looked he could see Roman entering the place reluctantly, and the door closing behind her.

“She gave me a real challenge huh?” Everett mutters to himself. He holds out his arm and a discreet grappling hook shoots out and hits the bottom of the balcony. However, there’s no hook on the end, just a stone with tunes on it that sticks to the bottom of the balcony. Everett is pulled over to it and sticks to the bottom out of sight.*

The guards hear a noise, but can’t seem to find out what is was, but they begin to look down on the ground below.