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Tower of London; Ghost, Jewels, and Overpriced Tickets! Oh my!
Topic Started: May 2 2017, 05:36 AM (30 Views)
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Ah, the Tower of London! A wonderful tourist destination full of history! Come check out an actual castle's infrastructure, suits of armor on display, and so much more! Besides just a fascinating place, this castle is also featuring the Crown Jewels! Can you believe it? Sounds like the cheesy reward for some fantasy heist plot! ...Hint hint. Also, the area has a tendency for ghost sightings. Are they true? Is it just a cheap way to get more people to buy tickets inside? Could it be both? Who knooooooooows.
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The full moon overhead, barely obscured by clouds.

Near empty streets. Distant traffic. The strong smell of the nearby water.

A turn of the head. Towering walls of weathered stone. A dimly lit area, viewed from a respite of shadows.

Myst, Le Voleur Fantôme, observed her surroundings through discontinuous frames. She would have much preferred her old way of perceiving the world, but her newfound powers came with a price. Besides, she wouldn’t go back to her old ways even if she had a choice. She had worked hard to perfect herself as a humane thief. She had learned her strengths and limits, her limits and ways to improve herself. When she became something greater, Myst had needed for reassess and remaster herself. But with her new methods and strange abilities came more patience, quicker thinking, faster reflexes…

More opportunities and challenges. Greater, more extravagant heights.

The infamous thief lurked in the shadows of the Tower of London’s walls. In her outfit's midnight black hues, she blended in almost perfectly. She had personally made her alternate persona's outfit by hand, and took great pride in its design. The outfit included a hood and mask to conceal her face, along with a flexible garb. Iconic to Myst's outfit was the multiple, flowing black tassels that dragged behind her. Her "tail-feathers" were great for both publicity, intimidation, and was one of the few things that Lucile would admit "made her feel cool."

But enough digressing. On this fine evening, Lucile would be entering the castle near the Traitor’s Gate, which she found particularly poetic. The authorities would be expecting her to be robbing a castle in France any day now, as per the calling card she had sent there. However, she doubted that they would read between the lines of the riddle she attached with it, explaining how she would instead be over in London, many, many miles away.

Perhaps it was unsportsmanlike of her, but if they could not keep up with her, then they didn’t deserve to catch her. Besides, she had an important prize to steal. Tonight, she was after the Crown Jewels of England. Granted, the "crown jewels" weren't just a singular object. A quick Wikipedia glance could tell anybody that. They were a series of historic, ceremonial objects ranging from scepters, to robes, to rings; to spoons and plates even. And, obviously, crowns. From what she could gather, there would be a few of them inside of the Tower, but she wasn't picky. Each crown was only meant to be a message. If she could nab even one of them, it would be one of her greatest accomplishments yet.

Still quiet. An undisturbed wall. Distant traffic with no other sounds of approaching guards.

Time to begin.

Myst held her hands out in front of her. Her fingers looked as if she was holding a bat; one hand on top of the other with the fingers slightly curled inward. Focusing, she shaped the idea of the force field in her mind. Her senses may be spotty and disconnected, but her mind worked at a normal speed. In a vacuum setting such as this, there was nothing stopping her from creating exactly what she needed. In an instant, her hands were gripping a solid object that fit perfectly between her fingers.

Invisible to the naked eye, a tall, narrow pole extended into the dirt and to a few feet beyond the top of the castle’s wall. Myst, having created the invisble pole, could tell where it was and had no problem climbing it. Swiftly, yet delicately, she began to scale the rod before anybody noticed her. As she climbed, she created small footholds made of force underneath her, allowing her to move faster and more efficiently. As she acscended, her sporatic senses gave her views of her blurring surroundings.

Hands in front of her, the pressure of her limbs compelling her higher.

Her speed increasing. The wind rushing by. The castle wall becoming less, and the wide open sky filling her vision.

The top of the roof. Suspended in midair. Dark enough to conceal oneself. Gravity pulling her downwards as she bounded from her pole.

The brief pain of landing. No sounds of footsteps or voices. The cool, night air blowing gently against her skin.

Silence. No movement.

Time to begin.
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