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4th Turn [Action/Voice]

[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.]

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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.]

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[Adele, you're not nearly as dangerous as Fujiko. You pose no threat to the man grinning madly at the inferno he accidentally created.]

This is wht you don't open windows for a fire, Dellie-chan. The air makes them bigger, wilder.

..you don't happen to have that extinguisher on you, do you?

[A few moments later, Obi-Wan has made his way up the stairs to room 30 and stands at the doorway, knocking. Fortunately, his rebreather was in the item shop, so he's not choking to death. Unfortunately, he only has the one.]

[Lupin is a habitual smoker and has survived through hundred-story falls and collapsing skyscrapers--a little fire caused by airborn sucrose caught aflame is not going to kill him. He doesn't die easily.

Instead, he's grinning in delight as he opens the door. The inferno is mostly contained...but the smoke is evident, and the man himself is covered in soot. Only his jacket is unharmed, because he had the sense to throw it onto the zebra-print sofa in the middle of the living room.]

Obi! Hey!

...You don't have a fire extinguisher on you, do you?

I am more accustomed to treating the results of a fire Lupin, not the fire itself. [She scrambles back along the wall to the sofa and digs through her bag until she finds the extinguisher, running back to press it into Lupin's hands.] How on earth did this get away from you?

[He accepts it, and immediately preps the nozzel and starts hosing the inferno.]

...you ever light a cigarette in a really dusty building? You know, the kind where the dust isn't on the furniture, but in clouds?

Yeah. That happened.

Most of the worst of my burnt clients did that very thing. You are lucky to still have your eyebrows Lupin, let alone the entirety of your skin unharmed. [A beat.] You are unharmed, correct?

[Right. He knew he'd forgotten something. Among other things, he'd forgotten that smothering flames with the Force doesn't work if you've lost your connection with the Force.]

"... I have a cloak?"

[My word, that was a lot of smoke...]

[When the explosion wracked House 5, Zenigata had been sleeping, and he knew EXACTLY who was behind it. It took him less than a second to be fully dressed and charging into the smoke, bellowing with rage]

LUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!

[You're asking a guy who met one of his partners through mutual attempts at immolation if he's hurt? Pardon him while he laughs, but that might also just be the adrenaline.]

I'm just fine, though I might regret this tomorrow morning!

TO-! TOTT-SAAAAAAAAANNN~?!

[dropping and ducking for cover is an instinctive, visceral reaction, though his grin is that of a madman having the time of his life. The boredom and monotony had been getting to him--this inferno was exactly what he needed, no regrets.]

[The master criminal is so impressed with you, Obi-Wan, that he can't even muster a smile. So much for being prepared, huh?]

...That's not gonna work.

[He hands Obi-Wan a bucket.]

We're gonna drown these flames!

[Adele quirks a brow, still somewhat skeptical but lets it alone. For the most part she's done what she's come here to do: assist in dealing with the fire. The fire is dealt with. She really should get back to her apartment before she has a panic attack.]

Then contact me tomorrow morning, or another medical professional. I'm certain something could be done.

[Aww, poor Obi-Wan. It's not his fault The Force tends to give its users a Hammer Complex.]

"Err. Right. Sorry, I had meant to..." [Master of the Jedi Order. On the High Council. He was smarter than this, blast it all...] "Bucket. Water. Of course."

[He accepts the bucket, looking suitably embarrassed, and immediately seeks out a source of water.]

Will do, Dellie!

[It might be a good idea--it wasn't often he saw actual doctors anyway, being a thief and all. Going to any medical facility was an easy way to get caught, and even going in them was enough to make him antsy at the worst of times. Even if there was something that came up, it wasn't like it would stop him. Not even gunshot wounds could stop him, if he was determined enough.

With the fire abating under the heavy white coat expelled from the extinguisher, Lupin looks over at her.] Hey. Uh...just wanted to say, thanks.

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[Adele sighs and leans against the door frame, lighting a match on the wall as she pulls a cigarette from her case. If she was going to linger, she was going to need to occupy her hands.]

Why Dellie? Or Dellie-chan, is Adele too formal? [She takes a slow drag, brow quirked at Lupin before waving off his apology. This was an extension of her usual services. She'd changed a client's tire once, driven another home; and nicknames aside she didn't mind Lupin's eccentricities in the slightest. Helping criminals that couldn't go to hospitals with whatever they could ask of her was familiar and somewhat comforting. Besides, she'd given her word, hadn't she? ] Think nothing of it.

Habit.

[The canister is tossed aside and into the hallway, no longer needed with the fire fully subdued. He rolls up his sleeves with a little smile; it was time to dig through the mess and see what could be salvaged!]

Most of my friends are Japanese, or have taken a Japanese alias. I've also been spending a lot of time there lately, so its kind of become a habit. The '-chan' part, anyway. Otherwise...why not?

[He kicks over a blackened piece of wood that used to be his work table, and frowns at the remains of his work. There was nothing left of that to salvage.]

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Hm. It's not the worst or most irritating thing I've been called. [The cigarette was distracting, as was Lupin's banter, but telltale signs of anxiety started floating to the surface. Adele's hands were trembling, her jaw was set, her shoulders tight.]

I take it you will be attempting this again once you've all the requisite supplies? Might I suggest...not smoking until everything is cleared away.

So long as they don't cause as much damage as you, I guess it is. You sure you shouldn't evacuate the place or somethin'?

[ Just from what he was able to hear over the journal, he'd be kind of concerned over how much damage was done. ]

Boom shack.

[He kicks more wreckage aside]

Ginia's gonna talk to Giles and that other guy, Helios she said, into helping me build one. Even if they don't, I may as well just build one anyway. That'll be taking up my plans for a while.

[He glances over, and notices her discomfort. He'd seen that look on ocassion, but couldn't say that he'd felt it himself.

It wasn't good.]

...You okay?

If it will help p-prevent this- [Adele waves a hand at the hole in the wall, pales and wavers a bit more before sagging against the solid wall next to her.] I will add my voice to hers. T-this endangers not only yourself, b-but the others around you.

...

[Adele stubs out her cigarette early and steps back from the wall, feeling her pulse start to race. Down. She had to get down.] I. Am not well. I need to- just. Excuse me.

[She turns and all but bolts for the stairwell, every flight she takes only adding to the visceral terror locking up her body.]

[This is somewhere between funny and facepalm-worthy. He's going to opt for "funny" for the time being, though.]

You a lucky man I got an extinguisher. Where you at? I'll bring it over.

I am. And I'd love to see you there, provided your apartment isn't caving in on itself. I can't imagine that'd be pleasant for anyone living above you.

Whomever she is, she seems like a tough gal. A little shakey floor boards aren't gonna put her off, I don't think.

See you there, Ginia. I'll get to working on the plans for that boom shack as soon as this gets cleaned up.

Shit.

...

Shit.

Adele!

[Lupin takes off after her, leaping down the stairs to save time and pick up speed. His own heart is racing from the adrenaline and the thrill that comes from The Chase, even if this time he's the one doing the chasing.

He spots her, and dives toward her.]

This? This is nothing!

[Spoken as there is another crash in the background.]

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