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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Because I'm busy preventing the building from exploding?

And why would it explode? What are you really doing, mister?

[He's not answering that. Instead, he grumbles and smacks the book closed: the last thing heard sounds frighteningly like 'fucking kids'

Uncle Lupin doesn't have time to answer. Follow the sound and the smoke--maybe you'll find something.]

Edited 2012-01-18 19:28 (UTC)

_{[wow, now that's rude.

But Mao is not going to be giving up though! The little mage will definitely investigate this case~

And so he follows the noises and the smoke. Mister, are you making bombs there or something?]}

[No, he's a mad scientist and a mage himself--No, he's absolutely not making bombs! Not ones that are meant to catch flame this violently, anyway.

The journal has been kicked to safety(the poor thing is very puntable!) as Lupin manages to dig up a package of baking soda from the horde that remained from his unwanted thieving during the last shift. It receives a death glare before being tossed into the mess that was once his spare bedroom/work room.

More water is poured onto the spot where the desk used to be.

...Maybe building a boom shack for the next time would be a good idea. Less opportunity to ruin furniture and get innocent's involved.

Edited 2012-01-18 19:42 (UTC)

_{[Mao spots the place where the smoke is coming from. Okay, what now? Should he try knocking first? On the other hand, with his much smoke he wondered if there is a fire there.

Oh well, coming in it is! But if the door is locked, he'll definitely knock.]}

[It's not locked--not when the thief is barreling down the halls to deliver buckets of water, and also to let some fresh air in the building.

If he doesn't notice you, it's because he's dumping baking soda and flour onto some of the flames.]

_{[And Mao is watching all this. Yup, it really was fire after all.]}

You'll never put out the fire like this, you know.

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<small[The sack of flour is drop kicked into the inferno--for emphasis. Covered in soot and making a fearsome sight, Lupin turns around and stares at the boy.]</small>

...you have a better idea, then?

Actually, I do!

_{[he looks proud now.]}

You see, I'm a Force User who can control fire.

_{[...but that doesn't mean he can magically make it disappear.]}

...

You know? Most of that was gibberish, but if you can make my apartment not burn down, do it. I'll buy you a milkshake or something later.

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