A black silhouette stood, perched on the ledge of a large building, a white mask covering half of her face to leave her mouth exposed. Her large, pointed ears twitched every so often as her long, fluffy tail swayed in the gentle breeze of Paris, France. She had fur an ebony black color, her hair the same with a few white highlights at the ends and in her bangs as it came just below her hips, the gentle night breeze blowing it ever so slightly, and her bangs swaying to the left as they framed the mask hiding most of her face. However, her mask looked more as if it belonged in a masquerade ball, though it suited her just fine.
She wore a white, crop top, the sleeves stopping at her elbows; white short shorts; a black belt; white, knee high boots; and white gloves on her hands, a black rose symbol on the backs of said gloves and another large one on her chest. On her left hip hung what looked to be a large cane, in its entirety, the color matched that of her ebony fur. A small smirk curved on her lips, her small fangs showing from under her upper lip. The Louvre, the most famous and popular museum within Paris, stood in all it's glory, but soon, it would weep beneath her feet. Sure, she would steal from other thieves considering it was what she normally did, but every now and then, she enjoyed stealing from popular landmarks just to see if Interpol could catch her in time.
"Afficher l'heure." She muttered in a beautiful French accent.
[Translation: Showtime]
She leaped off the building, the rush of the wind catching her hair as she dove down. At the very last moment, however, the fox whipped out the cane on her hip, hooking it onto an outstretched pole as she swung before throwing herself onto a wire, gracefully dashing along it. Leaping, she flipped through the air and landed on the building. She carefully slipped the glass skylight hatch open before leaping in through the opening, but she quickly reached onto her right hip and pulled off what looked like a small gun, pulling the trigger as the end shot off. It rammed into the wall before she pulled the trigger again, yanking her towards the wall as she hung before lowering herself down. Strapping the gun to her hip again, she pulled a small ball off of her belt, pulling the pin out with her teeth before rolling the ball on the floor and spitting the pin out. When it stopped, smoke leaked out of the tiny opening, clouding all around before she walked over to the glass casing in the center of the room. Opening the glass door, she pulled out the large black diamond before reaching into the white pouch strapped to her left leg. She pulled out her calling card that was the same symbol as the one on her chest, setting in in the empty space before closing the glass door and putting the diamond in her pouch. As the smoke was clearing, she fired off the grapple and flew out of the skylight, flipping to land on her feet. Closing the glass opening, she gave a small smirk before quickly dashing off at almost inhuman speeds, until--
"Stop, thief!!"
Instantly, the fox stopped dead in her tracks before turning, a small smirk crawling up to her lips upon seeing an orange colored fox before her, a shock pistol aimed right at her. She wore a blue, strapless crop top, a zipper in the center; blue skin tight jeans; red belt; tan combat boots; a tan jacket with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows; tan gloves; and a blue collar around her neck, a gold Interpol symbol dangling from it, matching the gold earring in her left ear. Her hair was long, curly, and a navy blue color, braided with some curly strands sticking out. Her lipstick was a bright red color, matching her red and yellow Interpol shock pistol in her hands as anger and determination was clearly shown in her golden eyes.
"Don't move, Black Rose."
The black fox cleared her throat. "Miss Fox, what brings you around on this lovely night in Paris?" She smirked.
"You've just stolen a very large and rare black diamond, and you've recently committed a murder, so what do you think?"
"Correction, I've simply done my job. If there are people who need to be taken out, I'm the one they call."
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Black Rose
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