Breaking and Entering

Of course he was being watched.

Deep within the ranks of the police department was an informant they hid to escape the liabilities and red tape of a normal detective. It was unorthodox, but suitable for this particular informant's set of skills. This Crow had eyes and ears across the city, and her particular set of eyes was dead set on the man that was uncouth enough to steal from a goddamn police evidence storage room.

Crow knew shadows well enough. She stepped around them, feet as light as air, until she was close enough where any sneaking wouldn't be feasible and she would be fast enough to catch him.

In a quick burst, Crow's negation powers pulsed around the entire room. If they had powers, they would surely have felt that, so she moved quick and attempted to tackle the person to the ground, pointing a gun to their head.

"I wouldn't move if I were you."

Crow checked the "body" underneath her.

A scarecrow? At first, her mind flared in irritation — is this a joke? But it could very likely be a decoy, a decoy sent to distract her as the real culprit got away. Crow got off the scarecrow, stepping on its chest and kicking it aside, before running over to the nearest exit.

It was closed. Just like how she left it.

As soon as the scarecrow started screwing its head on, Crow was alerted by the slightest movement and turned around swiftly. Again, she thought, is this a joke? But there was no time for laughter. She pointed the gun at Crow and blocked the only exit.

"You're under arrest."

It was a lie. She couldn't arrest. Damon, that bloody bastard, wasn't here yet, but Crow can keep a lie up if she needed to. After all, she was professionally trained.

Damon, 'that bloody bastard', was in fact here and had been for a while now. Lurking and watching. Which Crow was pretty damn guilty of herself. Damon didn't usually feel bad, and he felt especially not bad right then.

Besides, glorified pumpkin pie over here didn't seem to care much who was attempting to arrest him, so. Oh man. Pumpkin pie though. Damon's mouth watered a little. Someone would probably be all 'wanting to eat talking scarecrow mcpumpkinhead isn't ethical!', but hey, if it wasn't following the law, why should he? Eh? Right, right?

Damon tackled the walking dessert- and wow, it was so close to october isn't this all just a super fitting and themed adventure, so adorable and fun- perhaps putting a bit too much force both into driving himself into this light-ass thing, as well as just making them fall right back into all the caltrops littered around. They stabbed into him in a way that kinda tickled.

Damon also would've said hi to his partner if he wasn't busy. The greeting was implied, he decided.

Crow was beginning to lose her patience. Not only was its appearance cartoonish, it was also outright mocking them. How could the police station's reputation recover from a robbery by this joke? She numbed the sensation under her feet so she couldn't feel the caltrops pierce her skin, sliding over a desk and heading over to the Police Station Armory. She took out one of the magic negating nets and shot it at the pumpkin's direction as it started to walk away.