The Birth of The Voleur d'art (Xavier)

She DID paint her own art! "Oh, you're good! This is exciting! I'm almost sad that you're going to go to jail for a while because of this! That would be a cool, sorta, archnemesis ability."

He shrugged. It was pretty obvious he was physically more capable than she, and if she tried to escape, he just had to be in contact to follow her into the next painting. This one was a win for him. Especially if he had to rescue her from some of these paintings in the first place.

He raised an eyebrow at her when she spoke out her resistence to being arrested. "I mean, the crime just gets down graded from burglary to attempted burglary. They are both crimes, but one isn't as harsh. I'll vouch for you, though, that you didn't resist. Here, I'll go first. Stay close! I don't want you to fall.

He started climbing down the tail, looking up to ensure she was following. She was. Good. Unfortunately, the tail suddenly started to lift. He let go at that point, letting himself fall the shorter distance to the ground and rolling to disperse the force. Quickly, though, he was back to his feet, holding out his arms to try and catch her if she fell.

"I've got you, I've got-" The paintings started to fall. She started to fall. They all disappeared, leaving only a locket to fall into his hands. "You..."

He started down at the lockett for a moment, looking at the little portrait in it... a forest scene... with a pink haired cat burglar holding two paintings. He blinked a few times, and then sighed, looking up to the giant cat, who was staring down at him still.

"Well, that sucks."

He was stuck here, wasn't he? The tall blonde experimented a little bit. He tried touching other paintings. Nothing. The necklace. Nothing. Stuck.

My god. She'd gotten away with the goods. She'd defeated him. His first loss. And he was stranded. Welp... At least he had company. He looked up to the cat once more, and reached out a hand to scratch his fur.