Arsene Lupin III (
redjacketthief) wrote2013-01-07 12:14 am
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13th Turn [Action/Written]
[It was cold.
That was his first thought when he woke up in the woods surrounding the Barracks, literally sprawled out in the trees. The cold air bit into his bare hands, stung his ears and his cheeks, and made him miss the summery heat and exotic beaches that were starting to disappear back into his subconscious. This wasn’t the tropics; this was Luceti.
Sleep never looked more welcoming.
It was only when Lupin started to move that he noticed that something important in the world was terribly off. The branches were too big—and where was his coat? The coat was important, and he didn't care about what the Malnosso thought...
He stared at his hand, dumbfounded, when he caught sight of it. Seconds later he yelped in sheer shock and tumbled from the tree and into the snow.

...someone was going to pay for this own.
Chirping and chattering in irritation, Lupin pulled himself from the snow. Anyone care to give a monkey a hand?]
[Later that evening, after he has been returned to his apartment with both himself and his journal intact, Lupin scrawled out a message for the village at large:]
[Written]
Lucky you, Luceti. Looks like I’m not gone yet.
What's the date? I thought they were going to let me spend the winter in Rio, so I wasn't expecting snow.
Did I miss anything?
-Lupin III
[He snaps the book shut at this. Goddamn he needed a drink. And a smoke. Not that he was going to get either soon--because he was a good monkey, and good monkeys don't smoke.]
((ooc:: Lupin here has been turned into a capuchin monkey for a week. Replies will come from
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That was his first thought when he woke up in the woods surrounding the Barracks, literally sprawled out in the trees. The cold air bit into his bare hands, stung his ears and his cheeks, and made him miss the summery heat and exotic beaches that were starting to disappear back into his subconscious. This wasn’t the tropics; this was Luceti.
Sleep never looked more welcoming.
It was only when Lupin started to move that he noticed that something important in the world was terribly off. The branches were too big—and where was his coat? The coat was important, and he didn't care about what the Malnosso thought...
He stared at his hand, dumbfounded, when he caught sight of it. Seconds later he yelped in sheer shock and tumbled from the tree and into the snow.
...someone was going to pay for this own.
Chirping and chattering in irritation, Lupin pulled himself from the snow. Anyone care to give a monkey a hand?]
[Later that evening, after he has been returned to his apartment with both himself and his journal intact, Lupin scrawled out a message for the village at large:]
[Written]
Lucky you, Luceti. Looks like I’m not gone yet.
What's the date? I thought they were going to let me spend the winter in Rio, so I wasn't expecting snow.
Did I miss anything?
-Lupin III
[He snaps the book shut at this. Goddamn he needed a drink. And a smoke. Not that he was going to get either soon--because he was a good monkey, and good monkeys don't smoke.]
((ooc:: Lupin here has been turned into a capuchin monkey for a week. Replies will come from
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Concerned, he quickens his footsteps until he nears the pile of snow he saw the creature fall into. Crouching down, he pushes some of the snow to the side, unmindful of his uncovered hands, to get a better look. That's about the time a head pokes out from under the snow.]
You alright little guy? [He's, of course, not really expecting an answer.]
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The offhand curse comes out as a squeak when he saw Steve standing there, offering aid like the stolid, good man that he was. Of all of the people in Luceti that he didn't want to see like this, Steve was among them. He didn't want to lose the man's respect, or ruin the surprise factor.
He shrugged at the question-- he didn't know if this was good or bad. He wanted to be back in Rio.]
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He slowly holds of a hand, waiting for the monkey to sniff his hand or take it or
initiate a super secret monkey handshakedo whatever a monkey does.]Come on. The snow has to be pretty cold. Let's get you out.
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super secret handshake initiated!Lupin looked at the hand for only a moment before he shoved his own pride aside and grasped it with his own. He was no animal specialist either, but he wanted some coffee if he couldn't have Rio. The drink wouldn't replace the beaches, but it was a start.
He tugged at Steve and waved emphatically with his free hand. Can we get out of here now?]
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So Steve leans in and scoops the monkey out of the snow and into the crook of his arm.
Lupin you have just boarded SS Captain America. Enjoy that.]no subject
too bad he hasn't made that connection yet.What? But you don't need to--
Lupin waved his arms for a moment when Steve picked him up, chittering in protest, but quickly silenced when he realized what was going on. He twisted around to get a good look at Steve and nodded.
They'd get drinks for this. Or something.]
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So he shifts his hold on the monkey and moves closer to the tree, meaning to set him back on the branch.]
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No, not a tree.
He chittered, and lowered himself against Steve's body for warmth. Lightly, almost hesitantly, he tapped Steve's arm and pointed out, toward the trees in a silent request for a ride.]
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Alright, alright, I gotcha little guy. [Steve shifts the monkey's position so he's not likely to fall off. And with that he starts off back to the village, walking carefully so he doesn't jar the creature.]
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He sighed. I don't know how to explain this one~
His words were unintelligible as anything more than a monkey whining. It was cold, he was confused, and he just wanted to make himself heard and regroup.
This was going to be a tough...however long.]
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Conversation with a monkey. He really must be losing it.]
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Almost idly, Lupin did his best imitation of a Northern Bobwhite. It was a bird call, and a simplistic one. Maybe someone else would know.]