1st Turn: [Accidental Voice/Action]

[redjacketthief]

[There is a man in the woods. His hair is a mess, and his clothes are way too plain for his liking. Residents would recognize him as a new feather--he just thinks he had way, way too many drinks the night before.

Somehow he lost his jacket.

And his shoes.

And his composure.

His only clue was that book he found--that annoying book. It wasn't useful at all.

Arsene Lupin III throws that book to the ground, swearing. It lands open, with its pages in the dirt.]

Aagh...this isn't working. [There's a shuffle of pages--he's kicked the book.] Guess I gotta regroup. Eeegh. Woods, Lupin. Think!

Looks like walking north isn't enough. [He starts pacing] And without a map...aa, this is really annoying. [The pacing stops--he has an idea.]

HEY!! IS THERE ANYONE AROUND HERE!? WHAT IS THIS PLACE?!

[Because shouting is such a productive idea...at least he feels a little better.]
 

Comments

Action

[redjacketthief.livejournal.com]

[Lupin felt the weeks and months of waiting and watching that Goemon must have endured in those two words. He heard the quiet desperation running deeply beneath those words--and heard the faith the Ronin had in him.

He wanted to say more...and knew it would be pointless to Goemon. Just a waste of breath, a waste of words. He smiled in acknowledgement instead, and returned to his meal.]

I don't know when Goemon, and I don't know how. We'll figure it out though. Hopefully soon.

[He spoke mostly for himself this time. He needed to hear a voice, even if it was his own. As used to Goemon's silences as he was, too much silence still unnerved him. He continued chattering, seriousness put down momentarily but not forgotten.] ....Hey. do you have a tub around here? I think I want to take a bath tonight.

Action

[samurinjathief.livejournal.com]

[Goemon was still slowly digesting the conversation – his eyes having wandered from Lupin’s face to gazing unfocusedly into empty space – when the question was asked. He didn’t lift his head in acknowledgement.]

Upstairs. [He answered half-absently, knitting his brows as he brought his cup to his lips and remembering too late that it was already empty. He would have to prepare more.

With this new little seed of hope planted deep in his mind, he wondered if sleep would come easily when he would rest his head over his pillow tonight, heavy with thought. Acquiring an understanding of how to escape the Malnosso would take time and greater patience still, among many things; but as far as he was aware, all goals worth pursuing were difficult to see through.]