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[Remy lifts the idol carefully off the pedestal, grinning when no alarm follows-the system in this place is really a joke.] Bon minou. (tr: Good kitty.) [He takes a moment to admire the piece, gold trimmed with oddly mesmerizing eyes.] /You deserve a betta home den dis dusty place, non?/ [he muses to himself. He secures it in a pouch and slips soundlessly out of the vault.]
[Bastet wakes with her fur on edge, the distinct smell of ill-intent filling her nostrils. Slowing her breathing she hones in on the living room. Empty. She sniffs the air twice before realizing that the scents weren't coming from her immediate vicinity. Jumping to her feet hurries to catalog the presences of each of her artifacts.] Oh, damn! [She curses into the air as she realizes the state of her precious statue. The anger rolls off of Bastet in waves, permeating the room with the sharp smell of burnt rubber. In a blink she is out the door, opting for the roof, as she heads as fast as she can towards the home of the private collector her statue was supposed to be safely stored in]
