While the Holiday is all about giving, you've just witnessed someone taking. In the middle of a crowded shopping mall, you just saw someone blatantly pickpocket someone else--or maybe, they tried to pickpocket you? You've got a few options--turn a blind eye, inform the victim, chase the thief--anything you feel is right. But still, you've got to do something.

Emily Wren Wily walked through the mall, mostly looking into shop windows for things to buy as Christmas gifts. Last minute or not, Christmas was here, and despite the guilt chewing at her like a dog at a bowl of kibble, she wanted to get some shopping out of the way. Aside a peace-offering-slash-gift for Moricorm, or rather, her mother, she had Nic to buy something for (Hopefully he liked nerdy things. He seemed to like cience), and... That meant even Hui Jun.

She sighed, shaking her head as she walked along for the umpteenth time, turning to consider entering a shop rife with scientific humor and gadgrtry to buy Nic something when she saw it.

He was a lean man, tall, with dark hair, creeping up on an older lady examining toys for her child -- well, more likely grandchild - and with careful fingers, he worked her purse strap's buckle free, and snatched the object, bolting. The older woman turned and wailed, and Emily was off.

She wasn't powered, but her instincts had taken over, the woman abandoning thought of her own shopping to chase her goal of catching the man, returning the purse, and ensuring he never did it again. Emily's feet pounded the tile of the mall as she ran, eyes locked with an icy focus before she finally sprung to make her move. The young woman sprung like a well-oiled machine, and slammed into the theif, who yeowled and turned on her promptly, clawing for her face. Emily just snarled, biting at grasping fingers and hands as she grabbed for his shirt, hair, anything, ignoring the people staring. His fingers caught skin, scratching her face, and Emily hissed, finally grabbing his hair and pinning his head down. She was smaller, and it was dangerous, but one knee shifted to brace on his sternum -- while not supporting her weight, it was a handy warning to stop struggling, her eyes narrowing into slits that were almost but not quite terrifying.

"You took that nice lady's purse." Emily growled, in a tone almost akin a purr. "And at Christmas too. Desperation, need -- I don't care why. 'Tis not the season for taking." Her tone wavered in a sing-song, and she slowly began liberating her purse from the theif, who hissed and squirmed. Emily pressed her knee in harder. She smiled, humming softly as she pinned him further with her knee, and peeled the purse from his fingers as the voice of an older woman sounded behind her.

"There he is, gentkemen! Right there! He took my purse!" It called. Emily blinked, rising and holding the purse as her theif-target wheezed on the ground, mall security blinking before slowly approaching, until Emily held the purse to the older woman.

"Oh, well. Ma'am, this is yours?" She coughed awkwardly. "Sorry for meddling, just--"

Mall security exchanged looks, before ignoring her, moving past and putting cuffs on the man who wheezed indignantly.

"She ATTACKED ME! She nearly KILLED me!" He screeched, pointing at Emily Wren. She turned to him breifly, a cold look in her eye.

"And you stole this nice lady's purse. So, you know. ******** you." One middle finger jabbed at the air, and she turned to the older woman as mall security worked on apprehending the man, and she giggled at Emily.

"Oh, my, what a nice young lady. Thank you for chasing him down dear. Most people don't stop to help the elderly these days, let alone catch thieves. Such dangerous times..."

"I'm just happy to help." Emily beamed, bowing, and the older lady cooed.

"Oh, dearie, nonsense. It takes a lot to do those things. Now, let's see."

The older lady began to rummage in her purse, earning a blink from Emily before she realized the old woman was looking for something, and she tilted her head before looking back over her shoulder, eyes narrowing at the retreating security. If the theif had taken her money, the security guards would need to pry her off...

"Here we are!" The older lady cooed cheerfully, and Emily Wen looked back, the older lady fishing a few bills from a tidy little antique wallet before pressing them to Eily. The woman blinked, taking them before looking at the bills, and gasped.

"Oh, ma'am, I can't accept this. This is--" Emily began, and the older wman tsked, scoldingly.

"Now now dear, you did me a very great service. And besides, this was all earned by my husband in our younger days. I'm not hurting for money sweetheart."

The older lady smiled, patting Emily's hands before moving off, and theyounger woman blinked, finally, slowly, storing the money in her wallet before resuming her own shopping.

Tat was... Certainly eventful.