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    Night At The Museum
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    Night of the 15th!

    Otavio was not at all sure that they were ready for this, but he knew that he and Thiago were infinitely less ready to deal with Another Effy Situation. Every day that the portrait remained hanging here in England was another day that the risk of Efigenia going off in search of him rose exponentially. They'd kept her confined to the house for a full week while Otavio had tried to find a way to deal with it, and his conversation with Sebastiano hadn't gone as intended. He couldn't convince the other man to get rid of the portrait without explaining the situation, and he was not going to explain this, to Sebastiano or anyone else. Their move to London only made it more likely that sooner or later, Effy would find herself in the vicinity of the Museum. Even if they kept her drugged out of her mind, it was a risk he just couldn't take.

    Otavio had dressed simply. He didn't know what one wore to conduct a heist. He had no experience with such things. Hopefully they could just get through tonight and he would never need experience with such things again.

    They met in the parlor, as they'd discussed. Seeing Thiago there when he entered brought a surge of regret through him. He was ruining his poor son, having him involved in all of this--first with Efigenia's medicine and then with something that was actually criminal. The question was, what choice did he have?

    "Ready?" he asked. They just needed to get this over with quickly--then Otavio could hide the portrait somewhere and they need never speak of it again.

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    They appeared to have run out of sane options. Only a few months ago, Thiago never would have thought any of this possible - he certainly would never have believed it. He came down to the parlor and waited, periodically adjusting his grip on his wand. He was going to need it.

    Thiago started when his father appeared, as if he expected someone to already be here to catch them. "Ready," he echoed. 

    He had to do this. For the family, if not just for Effy.
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    They were both ready. Otavio didn't feel ready, but he knew this was probably about as good as it was going to get. The uneasiness in his stomach wasn't something that would diminish with time. There was no legitimate reason to put it off. They had the materials to get the painting off of the wall, and they knew about as much about the security measures at the Museum as they were ever likely to. If they were going to be able to do this, there was no reason they couldn't do it tonight.

    Otavio took a deep breath and glanced at Thiago once more before reaching for his wand. A pop and he was in the Museum--or at least, he hoped he was in the Museum. It was darker than he'd anticipated, and Otavio wavered slightly on his feet as he blinked and tried to get his eyes adjusted. He'd only been to this particular room once before (having decided that it would be less conspicuous if Thiago went and did the scouting for their heist on his own rather than the pair of them conducting it), so he supposed he should have been grateful enough not to have been splinched.

    There was a noise nearby of a painting snoring. Not the painting, he didn't think, but that meant he was probably in the right room. He wasn't sure whether the noise of apparating in would have woken any of the art pieces or not, and whether any of them would attempt to raise the alarm at the sight of strangers coming through in the middle of the night. Was it too risky to light his wand? How was he ever going to find the portrait if he didn't?
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    Thiago had spent a lot of time in this room of the museum over the past few weeks, avoiding the portrait but scoping out everywhere else. So when he apparated with a crack! he arrived exactly where he had intended - in the center of the exhibit, facing the sleeping portrait. He blinked, his eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness.

    "It's over here, Father," Thiago called. 

    They really should just burn down the room and be done with it, but Thiago suspected that his father would not appreciate that idea.
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    His son's voice helped orient him, and Otavio made his way through the dusky room until the curves of the exhibit opened up and he could see him on the center dais. He plunged his hands into his pocket and found the poison he'd brought along, in a small vial. "Quickly, then," he said, though he was sure Thiago didn't need to be told. "Silence it, while I work," he suggested, though he wasn't sure there would be anyone in the Museum at this hour who would be around to hear or care about the portrait's potential cries. "Just in case."
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    "Silencio," Thiago said, his spell striking the middle of the portrait. He kept his grip on his wand. That the actual removal of the portrait was in his father's hands did not do anything to ease Thiago's worries about all of this.
    The thing about capipura poison was that it was impossible to tell if it was working, and how quickly. It wasn't as though the spell that had been used to charm the portrait onto the wall left any visual residue. Otavio dabbed the venom from the vial onto a handkerchief and then used that to swab the edges of the frame, hoping that the liberally applied poison would work as intended.

    When he had emptied the vial (no use being conservative, at a moment like this) he stood back and surveyed the portrait for a moment, waiting for it to set in. A slight pang went through his heart seeing the portrait again--which had become, to Tav, a symbol of the man who had painted it during all the years they'd been apart. Efigenia had ruined that, of course, but he was still sentimental about the thing. It occurred to him that he and Thiago had never discussed what they were going to do with it when they actually removed it from the museum.

    Pushing the thought aside, he reached out and nudged the frame experimentally. It tilted easily. Success. Now what?
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