"Yo, I kinda want that urn." Zane's voice echoed within the confines of his mind to Beelzebub. The lord of the flies responded with a chuckle. "You noticed it too? It's quite nice. I don't think there's any way to buy it, though... some humans are silly enough to hold enough sentimental value to things as to not be willing to sell them." Zane sighed as he continued watching the play. It was a rather boring production, one of the least interesting ones he had seen in a while. Perhaps he just came on a bad night. "Yeeaahhh, you're probably right." Tapping his finger against his forehead, Zane thought on the situation. Him and Beelzebub were out to get everything they could, right? There was no way they would let this chance slip by them. Still, Zane wasn't exactly the most stealthy person in the entire world. "We'll come back here later tonight, see if we can't sort something out. Too bad I haven't been able to use your wings yet." The two had barely developed their transformation abilities. Most of their time so far had been spent plotting inside Zane's head. "Probably won't be seeing those for a while. Still, with our combined intellect it shouldn't be too hard to find an alternative."
The play ended an hour after, Zane taking a little bit of time afterwards to wander around the streets of Hosenka. Once the clock had hit 2 AM Zane would make his way back outside of the theater, a sub sandwich in his hand. Looking around the area to confirm there was nobody in plain sight, Zane began to talk to himself. Or, well, Zane began to talk to Beelzebub. "Alrighty, let's see what we can do here." Zane spoke while still eating his sandwich, perhaps being far too casual while he planned to rob a place. "To the back, my friend!"
Making his way to the back end of the theater, Zane was met with a few options. There was a window that was locked tight on the first floor. Not knowing how to lockpick and not wanting to make too much noise by breaking it, Zane decided to skip out on that option for the time being. On the second floor there was a balcony he could use to his advantage somehow. He would only have to manage climbing up there...
Taking a deep breath in and out, Zane stretched a bit as he prepared for his epic break-in. "I'm not sure if you can truly make that climb, Zane... those tacos and subs have been taking a bit of a toll on you." Zane huffed at the demon's words. "Relax, I look no thinner or fatter than I did a month ago." Beezlebub grumbled within the confines of Zane's head. The demon knew that there was no way the two of them were making it up there. Zane wasn't a very good climber these days. In his youth as an elf he would've been able to make this climb easy peasy, but as a human man approaching the age of 30, well... things weren't looking so good.
Placing his hands on the wall, all Zane needed to do were a few simple steps. 1: Kick himself from the wall up to a little ledge he could grab. 2: Pull his weight up from the part of the ledge he was holding onto the ledge itself. 3: Cross over the little railing on the balcony. Preparing himself to prove Beelzebub wrong, Zane attempted to kick himself off of the wall.
Zane's kick sent him in the totally wrong direction: somehow he had managed to only go downwards rather than upwards. His body hit the grass hard, Zane letting out a noticeable little grunt of pain as Beelzebub mockingly laughed at him. Frustrated, Zane sat up as quick as he could. "Hey, shut up! That was just the first try!" Beelzebub's continued laughter echoed in Zane's head as he once against put his hands on the edge of the wall. Taking a deep breath, Zane kicked himself upwards. This time the plan worked, entering the second step. With his arms now on the ledge, Zane's legs hung a few feet off the ground. Zane laughed after taking a moment to catch his breath. "Not laughing anymore, huh?"
Beelzebub's voice still held doubt for their success. "You do notice this is the hard part, right?" Zane couldn't help but feel the fly was right. Grabbing a ledge was much easier compared to lifting himself up. Attempting it a few times, Zane's efforts were only met with a pathetic grunting coming from himself as he managed to barely lift his torso up a few inches. Exhaling, Zane decided to just hang there for a moment instead of continuing his efforts. "Oh god, I need to rest, I need to rest..." Dropping down from the ledge, Zane's feet took the ground once more. "Alright, maybe I'm a little outta shape..." Placing his hands on his knees as he bent over with heavy breaths, Zane wondered if he would actually ever be able to make it up such a stretch. Still, he had to try.
Making a few attempts more at kicking up the wall, Zane spent minutes going through various attempts at trying to break into the building through the 2nd floor. Anyone who would pass by would most likely be weirder out by a 6 foot blonde man wearing an eyepatch talking to himself while trying to do parkour. Then again, there was nothing back here but this wall. Nobody would be coming here - unless they had a similar idea to Zane.