Appointments

[redjacketthief]

This is the mailbox of your's truely, Arsene Lupin III. I take it that you've come here because you want to talk to me or make some kind of plan. Whatever it is, I'l gladly listen, but I need your name, date, time, and the best way to get back to you. Sorry I missed you, and I'll get back to you soon, okay?


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Video, tonight

[redjacketthief.livejournal.com]

I read it.

[Acknowledgement of information didn't imply approval. The fact that noted non-combatants were on the list sent a surge of white-hot anger rushing through his veins--the very idea of it was enough to earn further ire from the thief. This was further bolstered by the addition of his friend--nay, his brother--on this list.

He steeled his nerves. There was nothing in his power that he could do. The only option available was to be patient and wait for the right opportunity.

It wasn't here yet.]

What are you going to do?

Video, tonight

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

I will prepare myself. [What else can he do?, his look begs the question. He could resist, which was something he had considered given his stubbornness - but it seemed like this draft would serve a purpose greater than to simply fight members of the Third Party.

Zantetsuken is laid out before him, along with the delicate tools with which he will eventually clean, oil, and powder the blade. Needless to say, he will have to repeat the process when he returns.]

Video, tonight

[redjacketthief.livejournal.com]

Of course you will.

[Lupin smiles at his own foolishness. Of course the steadfast ronin had already considered his options and chosen the path which best suited him. He had been there longer, and knew what the larger picture looked like than Lupin could hope to even after a month.

He contemplated saying something along the common niceties. 'Be careful', 'good luck', 'don't die'. Those phrases were too well rehearsed, empty. Worse than that, they implied the one thing he absolutely feared in others: a complete lack of faith.

Fujiko's words from the Christmas party, uttered in a fit of haste, still stung. 'Maybe Koichi's better suited to get us out'. It was hard to tell what her true beliefs were on the matter, as always, but the very possibility of her giving up made him want to rain hell on their captors.

He allowed himself to breathe and, just this once, let go of the outcome.]

Go give 'em hell, Goemon.

Video, tonight

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

Mn.. [Lupin's remark rouses a low chuckle, a grim, lopsided smirk tugging at his lips; he wouldn't have it any other way. But as his eyes slide open and he meets the other man's gaze, his smile fades as quickly as it came, the look of wry amusement replaced by an understanding of the words left unsaid, the words unneeded. Maintaining eye-contact, he nods, just once.]