4th Turn [Action/Voice]

[redjacketthief]

[Residents of Community House 5 may have noticed a flurry of activity from a furtive man in red recently, predominantly in the wee hours of the morning or in the dead of night. The sounds of haphazard bumps and thwacks may have woken them up on ocassion, and the lingering scent of gunpowder may have made them wonder what the hell was going on in that room on the sixth level of the building.

Don't worry. It's just the resident master thief, Arsene Lupin III, finally moving out of Inspector Zenigata's apartment and into his own,  conducting a little mad science while in the process.

...and not everything is going as planned for him. A loud explosion bursts from room #30, breaking the peace of the wintery way. Smoke follows, billowing forth from the windows.

There's a lot of swearing in French.

More, smaller booms follow. The sound of doors slamming, bodies falling, and feet running through the corridors can be heard.

...

Sorry, Luceti. Lupin will stop trying to make smoke bombs for a while.]

Voice:

Yeah. Sorry about that. I'm just doing science here...

[A thud--something big has fallen.]

Don't worry--I have it under control. I'm a professional, you know!

...shimatta...

[The feed cuts out with more gratuitous swearing as another large something or other falls over.]

Comments

[greatinspector]

Yea. A boom shack. You need one of those, just so you don't blow a hole in my ceiling. Hell, I'll help you put it together.

[Suddenly he realizes his hat has caught fire, and he takes a furious moment to stamp it out]

Dammit all.

[redjacketthief]

[Without warning, Lupin redirects his spray at the Inspector and hat, having already covered the demolished room with a fine white coat. He acts like there's absolutely nothing wrong with his actions as he gazes curiously at the old detective.]

...You never struck me as the hammer and nail type, Pops.

[voice]

[immamartillo]

Oh, definitely. And how much luck do you need?

[greatinspector]

[Zenigata picks up his hat, dusting it off and putting it back on his head.]

Yea, I know a bit about it. I'm no master carpenter, but I'm no slouch either. [Hahaha, Zenigata LAFF]

[redjacketthief]

Oh, really now?

[He grins, and blasts the Inspector with another ckoud oif white--you know, just because-- before tossing his canister away.]

Maybe I can find a use for you... [You know that smile, Pops. RUN.]

[voice]

[redjacketthief]

Only enough to keep you in the game.

[voice]

[immamartillo]

I meant you, personally. After a while it's more skill than luck, isn't it?

[greatinspector]

[Zenigata retaliates, blasting Lupin with a jet of freezing white from his own fire extinguisher. Without so much as a word, he leaps at the thief, finally fed up with his antics. One day, you'll be the death of him...]

[voice]

[redjacketthief]

...Tell ya what. We'll go out for drinks and swap stories sometime. That sound cool? I...kinda have a mess here...

[redjacketthief]

((Dammit, now we need mood music!))

[The freezing cold is the first thing that registers to the thief. The second? A rampaging Zenigata. Backed into a corner as he is, he does the first thing that comes to mind--and barrels forward.

All lanky arms and legs, he easily twists passed the Inspector, and even moves to lift the signature brown fedora in the process. Grinning, he hops backward a few paces.]

You know what? I just remembered I had a date down at Seventh Heaven today. I have a relationship I need to ruin, you know!

[With that, Lupin is out the door.]

[voice]

[immamartillo]

Oh right.

[ He laughs. ]

Sounds good. And good luck with your cleanin' over there. I hope you can manage to do that without blowin' anything else up.

Lupin: "UMADBRO?" Pops: "I'M REAL MAD!"

[greatinspector]

[Zenigata skitters to a stop, almost slipping on the white foam, but it doesn't take him long to realize that bastard stole his hat.

Roaring with now rekindled fury, he whirls and starts the chase yet again. He manages to rip the door off its hinges on his way out somehow. Perhaps that yeti thing isn't QUITE under control just yet?]

GET BACK HERE YOU BASTARD!!

[redjacketthief]

[Already down the hall, the creaking and snapping of his door is very clearly audible. He spins, and running backward, looks askance at the Inspector.]

Hey!! YOU'RE RUINING MY ROOM!!!

[Forget running away--he barrels ahead toward Zenigata and makes a leap as he draws near, shoving his hat in his face in an attempt to blind him. Distraction complete, he races to the other end of the hall.]

[greatinspector]

[Zenigata fumbles with the hat, momentarily distracted indeed. He clumsily replaces it and charges off after Lupin]

OI! OI! GET BACK HERE YOU!!!

[redjacketthief]

[He's already on the stairs Pops, though he hears you roar. He can roar just as loud, you know.]

NEVEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!

[greatinspector]

[Zenigata just charges off after the thief, twirling handcuffs from nowhere.]

GET BACK HERE! MATTE MATTE MATTEEEEEE!

[redjacketthief]

[Too bad--he's already down to the next level, and contemplating the ramifications of a window-leap.]

NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

[greatinspector]

[Zenigata barrels after Lupin. He's got a 50/50 chance of catching the thief on any given day, depending on various things. Down the stairs, around the corner. The old song and dance...]

[redjacketthief]

[Too bad, Pops. You're not catching him today. The window is within reach--residents should at least be glad that he wasted a few prescious seconds opening it.

He stops, looks back, and grins at the charging Inspector.]

See ya, Pops!

[And OUT HE GOES!!!]

[greatinspector]

[And out goes Pops. Yes, the old man jumped right out that window and into a nearby tree.]

NOT THIS TIME BUSTER!

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin completely missed the tree, and instead barrel-rolled on the ground as a means of softening his fall. He was fine however--COMPLETELY FINE--and took off toward town.]

BUH-BAAAIII~~~~!!!!!!

[greatinspector]

[Zenigata fireman slides down the tree, chasing off while twirling cuffs and dusting leaves out of his coat]

NUUUHH-UHHHH, NOT TODAY!

[redjacketthief]

[Still running like a madman, laughing between shouting.]

You'll never catch me!! NEVER!!!

[daisy023]

[Threat.

The moment the first explosion happen, SPARTAN-023 runs towards the source of it, and of the curses in french. Moments later, a woman in a red jumpsuit and hip-long hair kicks down the door as if it hadn't been there... The lock was bent and broken with her kick, in fact. A feat normal humans don't often pull off without breaching rounds.

Turns out she's 6'9''. And has a huge revolver. The ones that are abominations so big, one would think only someone as big as this angry girl could handle the recoil, in fact.

Unfortunately.]

[redjacketthief]

[The tall, magestic, gun wielding woman is impressive and hot, even amidst the flames. No--the flames make her more impressive. Pardon the thief as he stares up from his place on the ground, soot covered and fire momentarily forgotten.]

Hey babe--I'm not trying to kill anyone. Want to help me put this thing out?