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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It's up to you if you want to accept this device.. XD

[spohkh]

[Spock turns towards the sound and stands.... he can tell the difference in behaviour in Arsene, and he does not know what to think of it. But he will accept it. Spock nods to Arsene...]

Good evening Arsene. I hope you are prepared for your upcoming festivities at the beach?

[Spock looks down...] As I mentioned before, I have something for you. I managed to create this using various materials found in the shops. I do hope it proves useful to you. I understand if you would rather not utilize it and would find no offence in this.

[Spock takes his hand from behind his back, and palm open reveals a circular device .

Interesting~

[redjacketthief]

[It was a weekend to chillax, not to celebrate...but that was too complicated to convey for the moment. Lupin pushed up his glasses and nodded appreciatively before he took the small device up in his hand. He turned it around in his fingers, eyes narrowed in focus as he tried to understand the superficial technology.

The level was as far above his paygrade as this complication with Spock.

Lupin whipped out his notepad to jot down his question.]

What is it and what does it do?

Again, testing the waters. Let me know if I am way outta line. XD

[spohkh]

[Spock considers before answering...]

It is a device that enhances phonic trajectory utilizing the vibration of aural fluctuation and pharynx transmission. The vocal delivery may leave much to be desired, but you will no longer need a notepad.

[There was a small pause...]

If you would you allow me? [Spock holds his hand out for the device....]

o7

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin held up a hand, signalling for Spock to wait, while he processed the information. If he understood this correctly, it was a vocal enhancement device. Another note:]

This is a Shift. It could end tomorrow or in another few weeks. It is separate from the Penalty, which cannot be removed until November. With request.

Why?

XD

[spohkh]

[Spock realized that he needed to be careful and clear with his answer. He stands straight once more, hands behind his back and looking very much like an imposing Vulcan.]

Vulcan society dictates that it is illogical to point out information that is obvious. However, when communicating with other beings I find that this is a practice I need to utilize... let him continue, he's not insulting you...

From what I have seen of your nature garnered from out interactions has been nothing but an exemplary show of intelligence, strength and honour. You may try to explain otherwise but may I point out that I have been in your head. [Spock quirks an eyebrow...]

Why I made this for you is not to be seen as a crutch or a 'bandage', but rather as a reward for survival. You have come through much, and it is not a weakness to recognize that. To gain such recognition shows a strength in moral character and a wisdom that most never come to realize.

[Spock looks down and shuffles a little...] You are not weak Arsene, I have seen that. You are perhaps, in many ways, stronger than I.

[Spock looks at Arsene....perhaps he spoke too much too soon?]

oh...whoa

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin watched Spock in his stillness, noting the subtle sarcasm and the pedantic curtain that fell in those moments. Though it was easy to forget, he was suddenly reminded that the Vulcan was also a teacher in some capacity--the adventure and the quips from the 1960s television serial overshadowed any hints at non-human cultures. The jabs at politics during the Cold War too precedence over it.

But the reality stood before him in a blue shirt and spoke the truth in far too many words, with a tone that was cool but neutral. Lupin smiled when he noted the humor and uncertainty that lingered just below the service. The connection worked both ways; he had been in Spock's head as well.]

Guess there's no fighting it, huh?

[He snorted in amusement at the continued futility in speaking. It would never stop him from trying, but it was starting to become a persistent and troublesome joke. Humor was always his salvation.

He held his hand out in the open, offering up the little device that sat on his palm. Though still uncertain, he appreciated Spock's understanding and lack of judgement. It was similar to his strange friendship with Vice Admiral Smoker, or the one that was only starting with Trafalgar Law. Words weren't necessary for the truth to be evident.]

*giggles*

[spohkh]

[Spock's eyebrow quirks and he gives a little half-smile in response to Arsene's silent question.

Spock cautiously steps forward and takes the device from Arsene's hand...]

I am now going to connect the device to the lower part of your neck. [Spock looms ever closer and gently places the device on Arsene's neck, a little off to the side, where the sternocleidomastoid muscle is located. Spock presses the center where is glows a faint blue... keeping his hand there, Spock makes another request...]
Please attempt speaking, I will make further adjustments if needed.

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin stiffened at the contact, but didn't tear his eyes away when Spock busied himself with the device itself. He was going to need a scarf, he knew. Discretion was always his game, no matter the situation.

Even with his Penalty. Especially with his Penalty.

The brush of Spock's fingers in such a delicate location called a prior idea to mind. He followed Spock's request in an attempt to voice it.]

We're going to have to get you gloves if you keep touching people like this. It's bad for your health.

/facepalm

[spohkh]

[Though Arsene sounds like he is talking through a hollow space, it will suffice. He removes his hand and takes his regular stance once again with the customary eyebrow...]

I am not ill....and Vulcan control allows me to do just that, control all incoming and outgoing sensations. I am in no need of gloves. The 'Shift' merely stripped me of my control and left all senses without a....focus. Though that would be putting it mildly.

[Spock nods to Arsene...]
I shall take my leave. I hope you....enjoy yourself Arsene.