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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?

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?

[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!

[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.

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.

Edited 2012-01-18 23:19 (UTC)

[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.]

Edited 2012-01-18 23:47 (UTC)

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.

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.]

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.]

[Adele manages to stagger down the sixth stairwell, turning to take the next when Lupin slams into her side, knocking her into a wall. She flails ineffectually, trying to free herself from his grip. She twists and lashes out blindly, sliding against the wall before it all catches up with her. So high, too high and she can't stand, it's too much- and she brakes down in a hiccuping, sobbing mess. She covers her mouth with a hand to muffle the sound and curls in on herself, still trying desperately to drag her body to the stairs to get down. She had to get down!]

[He was expecting her to smack him, or yell...not break down into a tearful puddle of goo. It was his face, wasn't it? His stupid monkey face that was covered in soot.]

Adele? [He places his hands on her shoulders gently but firmly.] You want to enlighten the audience as to what's up now?

P-please I n-need- I n-need to get down. Just get me down! [Adele hiccups and sobs, going from flailing and curling to clinging, pressing her face into the sooty shoulder of Lupin's shirt. She trembles all over, hard, jerky spasms wracking up and down her petite frame as she struggles to breathe, to think, to explain. ] Please get me down- I need- Lupin p-please-

Adele...you're getting yourself all dirty!

[It's an attempt at a joke, but that smile is calm. He lifts her chin up with a soot-blackened hand and looks her squarely in the eyes.]

I dunno what's going on, but you need to breathe and calm down. Will you trust me?

f-f-f[Adele bites on her bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut as she tries to force something around this attack. It takes a great deal of focus and more than one false start because she simply cannot breathe before even a fraction of the word trickles out. And not even the full one. But by god if Lupin didn't get her down the stairs soon she'd do her damndest to drag herself the rest of the way.] Phobic-

[Breathe and calm dow- that's all she has ever tried during these fits. Her panic melds with her frustration, leaving her an angry sobbing mess.] C-can't-

Yes. [Adele attempted a nod, anything, anything to get her down.]

[Have a long, dramatic sigh as Lupin slowly pieces the information together into something coherent.]

Adele, I told you that I could handle it!

[He helps her up and guides her down the stairs, firmly gripping her arm so that she doesn't flip out too hard and smack herself into a wall.]

...You're gonna need to help a guy out here and talk coherently. How far do you want to go? Where do you want to go?

[They were up, they were moving, Adele manages to stand on her own as they walk down the stairs, body still wracked with trembles and still unable to breathe properly. She manages to explain around a hiccup-] L-leBlanc's...always k-keep their word.

[And damn her for being such an idiot. She manages a swear coherently at least, every step down easing her by inches.] g-ground floor. J-just get me t-to the ground floor.

[His gut reaction was 'fuck that', but he was wise enough to bite his tongue and keep quiet. Family loyalty was important, but not if it meant harm to you physically or mentally. Instead, he sighs again.]

Okay, let's go.

[He guides her down the stairwell carefully, keeping true to his own personal vow of being a gentleman. Besides, it was no fun to flirt with girls who weren't feeling well!]

[Adele nods and clings to Lupin as they descend the stairwell, locking up on occasion to shudder out the worst of her adrenaline. As soon as they past the fourth story the worst of it passes, when they hit the second she is only hiccuping at odd intervals, no longer sobbing in panic. Once they're on the ground floor she sags and leans against the nearest wall, wiping at her face with a trembling hand.]

I-I apologize. For that. I-

Thank you Lupin.

So long as you're okay, that's fine. Don't apologize. Just...do me a favor and don't be stupid next time. I'm a big boy, and I've used fire before. [Setting people on fire was always relevant, if he needed to be showy.

He claps her on the shoulder and smiles at the gratitude.]

And you don't need to thank me. I was just being a nice guy.

I will...attempt to not let familial pride get the better of my good judgment in the future Lupin. [Adele sighs and rubs her face, slowly coming down from the adrenaline high. The clasp on the shoulder pulls a sharp, reflexive flinch from her, Adele curling in on herself in a burst of panic before she freezes. Safe. As safe as she can be in this place. Relatively speaking.]

You can be a nice man Lupin. And that does warrant thanks.

[Thanks were unusual in his business...but, as Giles had said just a week ago when Lupin found him crashed into a bridge, sometimes things deserve gratitude no matter how bad the man doing them is. It's a strange feeling, one that he isn't used to.

He withdraws his hand at Adeles reflexive reaction. There was something there...and it wasn't his business.]

...You're welcome then, Adele.

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