Arsene Lupin III (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
redjacketthief) wrote2000-11-14 02:55 pm
redjacketthief) wrote2000-11-14 02:55 pm
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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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Draft - 4am
[He didn't want to deal with that again...
In an idle movement he pulled his arm away and held up the item he found in his desk drawer. It was a long red, silken ribbon.] I'd loan my gun, since we don't know what kind of anti-tech shifts might be in place, but it sounds like they're not allowed. Take this instead...it's not much, but it was a gift from the daughter of a good friend of mine.
Re: Draft - 4am
Spock pulls back and takes the ribbon in hand... curious. This is a show of sentiment...
Spock does not know how to react...
Instead Spock wraps it around his neck until the whole length is coiled there tightly... and he tucks it under the high neck of his black shirt. You would not notice that it was there unless you were already looking for it....]
My thanks Sa-Kai... I will treasure it.
Draft - 4am
[He looked away after Spock hid it underneath his turtleneck, momentarily satisfied in that much. Perhaps he would get lucky and no one would be hurt. Perhaps only Spock himself would come back safe.
...he hoped that he was lucky.
A moment of silence passed before he was willing to speak up again--with important information]
You can trust Daisy--the really tall woman in the armor if you see her. She's also from a space faring military, and is good at what she does. You can trust Steve, Howard...hell, even Tony. Shikamaru is also reliable...he's the man I followed back in June. [Yes. Man. Shikamaru had born too much to be considered anything else.]
...You can trust the Jedi, Luke Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi. You can trust Adele Leblanc.
[...and he hated saying those last three. Adele had offered her olive branch, but he still wasn't certain. Obi-Wan had a habit of pressing too deeply where he wasn't allowed. Luke...
They hadn't spoken for a month.
A deep breath. Why had he even bothered saying that?]
Re: Draft - 4am
[Spock was nodding and putting on his black gloves as Lupin was providing information....
Until he said the names of the Jedi...
This obviously caused pain for Lupin...and his obvious concern did not go unnoticed.
So Spock did the only 'human' think he could think of... he gave Arsene a quick hug.]
Thank you for your concern Sa-kai. I realize that this is difficult for you as well.
Draft - 4am
I'll be fine on this end. Something always happens on this side during a draft. Last winter it was a blizzard. June...was the rainstorm, and our infiltration op.
[He was blustering, he knew. He was agitated and tired and didn't want his friends to be hurt. After June, he didn't trust the Malnosso for anything. They promised an ultimatum...
It was a healthy dose of paranoia, one that was shared throughout the village if people started talking about the subject. It would always tinge his actions in Luceti as long as they had no say in their own fate.
He sighed, and returned the hug.]
I'll manage on my end even if your shields go down. Don't worry about everyone else, and don't be a hero. Just take care of yourself.
Re: Draft - 4am
Very well, I will adhere to your advice.
[Spock turns towards the door... pack in hand. Before he leaves he looks back and with a hand to his neck..]
Keep busy Sa-kai.... and, Ka'adith correct? I shall return.
Draft - 4am
He offered the classic salute, the one he remembered from the television series. It had a name, he knew. He just didn't remember]
Peace and long life to you...right?
Re: Draft - 4am
Peace and long life to you Sa-kai, until next we meet.
[And with that, Spock walked away, closing the door behind him.]