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artisteconThe crown jewels of Jhansi aren't high on Fantomex's list of targets. Yes, he's the premier mutant thief in all of Europe, but he prefers art theft to historical theft. That said, exceptions are the spice of life, and these are going on display for the first time in history. They were only recently recovered from a burial site, thought lost to the siege that claimed the kingdom. It made headlines when it was found. There's spice to this attempt. It's worth the effort.
It's worth coming to gloomy, rainy England. The museum they're keeping the jewels in is a refitted church, Gall gothic spirals and sloped stone rooves. It's beautiful, sneaking through the corridors illuminated with stained glass colors. His plan is to take the jewels before the museum opens, so the first tourists can wander in to a resplendent room featuring an empty glass case.
He slips past guards, incapacitating them where he can, trying them up and leaving them in broom closets. The security systems are mostly bypassed by hacking, though he occasionally simply slips by their sensors, moving and dodging through laser sensors and motion detectors. The final room is in a lovely stone chamber, bathed in light. The jewels sit in a large glass case, just as expected, with advanced heat sensing technology meant to keep the jewels in good condition, and close the building down if any tampering is detected.
What he can't understand, though, is why there's a short little woman standing in the center of the room, staring down at the jewels. Another thief? She's not dressed like a guard. She's not dressed like anyone or anything Fantomex has seen before. Some sort of caped crusader? Some hero? Well, he'll find out soon.
He walks out into the light, not caring if she sees him. Why waste an excellent entrance? "Now, now," he says, laying his French accent on thick. "I've heard many thieves are interested in this treasure, but I simply can't let you sneak away with the thing. It's simply too, ah, culturally valuable."
Is he trying to piss her off? Maybe. It's a stab in the dark, but she's clearly not of English descent, and when he was researching the jewels, he learned of Jhansi's particularly fraught history. Angry fighters are sloppy fighters. He'll take the risk.
It's worth coming to gloomy, rainy England. The museum they're keeping the jewels in is a refitted church, Gall gothic spirals and sloped stone rooves. It's beautiful, sneaking through the corridors illuminated with stained glass colors. His plan is to take the jewels before the museum opens, so the first tourists can wander in to a resplendent room featuring an empty glass case.
He slips past guards, incapacitating them where he can, trying them up and leaving them in broom closets. The security systems are mostly bypassed by hacking, though he occasionally simply slips by their sensors, moving and dodging through laser sensors and motion detectors. The final room is in a lovely stone chamber, bathed in light. The jewels sit in a large glass case, just as expected, with advanced heat sensing technology meant to keep the jewels in good condition, and close the building down if any tampering is detected.
What he can't understand, though, is why there's a short little woman standing in the center of the room, staring down at the jewels. Another thief? She's not dressed like a guard. She's not dressed like anyone or anything Fantomex has seen before. Some sort of caped crusader? Some hero? Well, he'll find out soon.
He walks out into the light, not caring if she sees him. Why waste an excellent entrance? "Now, now," he says, laying his French accent on thick. "I've heard many thieves are interested in this treasure, but I simply can't let you sneak away with the thing. It's simply too, ah, culturally valuable."
Is he trying to piss her off? Maybe. It's a stab in the dark, but she's clearly not of English descent, and when he was researching the jewels, he learned of Jhansi's particularly fraught history. Angry fighters are sloppy fighters. He'll take the risk.
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Date: 2017-08-17 04:45 am (UTC)"I am partial to Grenoble."
She turns the blade over, and sighs before wiping it on her pant leg in a long stroke. One side, then the other.
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Date: 2017-08-17 04:49 am (UTC)The Channel disappears behind them like a shimmering jewel, and France stretches out before them. As they travel, a metallic, feminine voice materializes seemingly from the ship's center. EVA speaks to her new passenger, and she is curious and bubbly in turn. "You can sit down, you know," she says. "Oh! Fantomex didn't ask your name!"
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Date: 2017-08-17 05:03 am (UTC)She closed her eyes on the world for a moment, and it got quite odd on her. Or maybe it always was - but it used to feel simpler. She fought, she died, she got up: she fought again. That was be all and end all to all issues.
"No, he didn't," and she is not going to give it up, just yet, "and he still has my jewels." Is the drawled back - well, if she can't beat them, join them, apparently.
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Date: 2017-08-19 01:50 am (UTC)Fantomex listens to all of this, and clicks his tongue at the end of it. "She thinks she's being subtle," he says, "damnably curious for a spaceship."
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Date: 2017-08-19 12:56 pm (UTC)"So I will be taking my jewels back."
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Date: 2017-08-22 04:11 pm (UTC)"I don't think our guest is in a talkative mood," Fantomex interrupts, and pulls EVA's silvery helm from his eyes. "And no one will be stealing from me before lunch. Grenoble, mon ami." He gestures to the pinkish windows, now slowly turning opaque; a fine spring evening in the South of France glimmers through.
"A bleeding man recently savaged by vampiric forces... deserves wine, I think. Will you join me?'"
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Date: 2017-08-31 10:47 am (UTC)Wiser, she hopes it that. Better than her being right. Better he has no idea. "But either way, I believe I will do just that."