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

[Action]

[redjacketthief]

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.]

[Action] (Holy crap! I can't believe I FORGOT this!)

[greatinspector]

[Zenigata blitzed in, shouting fire and brimstone like a furious German disciplinarian. He'd managed to contain the Yeti-Transformation for the moment...but one never knew when the not so mild mannered Inspector might become a white, snarly beastie. He blindly flails around trying to find the offending thief to no avail]

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! TRYING TO KILL US ALL?!

[Action] 1/2

[redjacketthief]

[The shouting doesn't faze him, though he does fall into play-acting as he glares at the Inspector.]

Why would I waste my time doing that???

[Action] 2/2

[redjacketthief]

I'M TRYING TO DESTROY ALL OF LUCETI!!!!!

[greatinspector]

[For a moment, stunned silence...then...]

WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTT?!?!?!?!?!?!

[redjacketthief]

[That was a lie, but he's owning it now. That wicked grin reveals none of the truth and all of the pent up energy he's been withholding valiantly; good luck.]

That's right. Destroying Community House 5 is just one step of my plan--Next is the Barracks. Then the Battle Dome. Don't you see, Pops? The Malnosso will never expect such grandscale destruction. They'll have to make an opening, then we can strike.

[greatinspector]

[As much as he wants out of here, the Inspector is reticent to agree that this is a good plan. Too many opportunities for people to get hurt...and if it fails, Zenigata is sure that retribution would be swift and painful]

Now...[He falters for a moment before finding it in himself to DEFEND the Malnosso, before finally exploding]...HOLD ON JUST A DAMN MINUTE, YOU BASTARD! WHAT IF YOU SCREW UP? EVER THINK FOR JUST A SECOND THAT IF YOU MESS THINGS UP YOU'LL JUST MAKE IT WORSE?!

[He's shouting now because he is trying to be heard over the din of collapsing furniture, as well as being genuinely angry...]

[redjacketthief]

[Lupin just picks himself up out of the debris, unfazed by Zenigata's roar. Instead of dignifying it with a responce, he picks up a bucket and throws it at the Inspector.]

...do you really think I'm that stupid, Pops? Take that, and help me not destroy the building.

[greatinspector]

[Zenigata catches the bucket, blinking with a rather dense look on his face. Like he can't fathom what just happened.]

Wait...wut? You...you DON'T want to blow it up now?

[Indignantly, this makes the Inspector even MORE angry]

YOU BASTARD! MAKE UP YOUR DAMN MIND!

[redjacketthief]

It was a Joke! A JOKE! A JOKE!!!

[Scowling at the Inspector now, he wipes sweat off of his brow with a soot-blackened hand and sighs.] Look. If you're not gonna help, that's fine. At least get me a fire extinguisher and we can be on our merry way.

[greatinspector]

[Zenigata sighs, irritated. But he trundles off into the hall and comes back with a pair of fire extinguishers, tossing one to Lupin]

Alright, alright. Geez. Lets get this taken care of. What possessed you to blow up your room anyway?

[redjacketthief]

[He catches it and starts spraying the inferno.]

..Smoke bombs. Something got airborn...and things got a carried away.

[greatinspector]

[Leave it to Lupin...]

You managed to screw up making smoke bombs? Geez, Lupin. Shoulda figured you'd be smarter than to mess with explosives in your own home.

[redjacketthief]

Discretion, Pops. What, would you rather I did this at Goemon's place?

...Spare me the lecture--I've already heard it from other civic, concerned souls. Ginia suggested that I build a boom shack. It's...not a bad idea, actually.

[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.

[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.]

[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...]

[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.]

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!