Fandom Dressing

Try as he might he'd yet to find a way to leave this place. He'd tried subtlety. That got him no where quickly. He'd tried brute force, despite his lack of enjoyment in it. That had gotten him a migraine and what felt like every one of his nerves throbbing on and off for a few hours. So it seemed to him that despite the power he had, he had a long way to go before controlling it.

Remy didn't make a habit of sulking like a scorned teenager, and he wasn't about to start. He'd abandoned the bar to wander the where and whatever the heck this place was. He'd been entertained enough with exploring. Then he'd found somethign that really made him perk up. An auction house that, after carefully search, had active security system beyond a locked door.

The door gave him no trouble and he left it wide open behind him. He'd say it was open and he was curious if anyone owned the place and came looking. Three stories of priceless antiques, rare jewels and even rarer artworks called to the thief in him like never before. Some further searching had yielded a records room and he'd settled in to find out all he could about everything there. As he skimmed through filed and folders he'd set one aside every so often, but he seemed to be looking for certain things in particular.

To hell with hanging out in the bar until he could escape this world. He'd just found the best junk drawer full of trinkets ever. If this was heaven he'd have to kiss the first angel he came across.