redjacketthief | 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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I'm a trickster, not a demolitionist!

...

I was just trying to make some smoke bombs...

That's it? Jus' some smoke bombs?

...You know that thing that happens when you try to light a cigarette in a really dusty room? When the dust is so thick that it's not just on the furniture but in a cloud?

[He's laughing a little bit now.]

What I'm wonderin' is how you're managin' to make such a mess outta smoke bombs.

Like I said, something got airborn--probably the sucrose--and it snowballed from there.

[He knew it was a bad idea to try to smoke while handling explosives...]

[Shaking his head. He would think if you knew the recipe for this stuff, that you'd know better, but hey.]

Better open up a few windows, homme.

You deal in explosions. You of all people should know that its stupid to open a window on a fire. That gives it air to breathe!

[He's being completely serious here.]

[Yeah, he can tell. And his inner good guy is struggling against his enthusiasm for things that go boom.]

...How much fire we talkin'?

Enough that I no longer have a desk. Or a bed. Or part of a wall. Good thing my neighbor is my best friend, though he still might kill me.

...You don't happen to have a fire extinguisher, do you? Or a fifty pound sack of flour?

[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.

[Funny would be best. This is what happens when you take a high flying madman and stick him in a place that is the opposite of his everything. Boredom sets in as he searches for his gear, so he starts making them...and in his boredom lets mistakes happen.]

Community House 5, room 30 on the sixth floor.

You got it, mon ami.

[Hell, he owes you one for the help with the couch anyway. It takes him a few minutes, but Gambit does find his way there with the fire extinguisher. It's not too hard to find it... just follow the smell of smoke.

Talk about letting mistakes happen.]

[This was a happy mistake, if only for the flurry of activity it's created for Lupin. He was never good at sitting still, biding his time. At least now he has a more than welcome distraction.

He clearly needs to get his priorities straight.

As Gambit makes his way to the community housing building, Lupin's running back and forth between the bathrooms and inferno, carting around buckets of water to at least quell the flames for a little while. He's not panicked as he's doing this. He's laughing merrily, like a madman.]

[You, Lupin, are a madman. Which is just fine by him, because Gambit isn't exactly perfectly hinged either. Besides, the cheery laughter in the face of flames is very familiar. Pyro did the same thing, after all.

He'll just let himself in here, and hold up the extinguisher by way of explanation.]

You really done a number on this place, homme.

[That familiar voice is enough to get him to stop and toss the bucket aside. He grins, not at all ashamed of himself.]

I did, didn't I? My buddy next door is gonna be pissed, but he won't literally kill me. I don't think.

[He nods toward the extinguisher.] You want the honors?

On it.

[And with an ease that very clearly comes from a lot of practice, he'll just put out those flames with the extinguisher. Yep. Just like the good ol' days, living with Pyro. Or even the good ol' days when he kept exploding things on his own accidentally. He's laughing a bit at this point.]

If your buddy gets any ideas 'bout killin' you, at least you got a good distraction for gettin' away.

[Lupin's laughing as well, mostly from the adrenaline, the absurdity, and the thought of Jigen literally attempting to kill him. They'd tried that already--they learned that they can't kill eachother!]

I don't need to come up with distractions. I've got plenty in my arsenal even without gimmicks!

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