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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[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.

I think I will manage the rest of the way home well enough on my own now. [Adele nods to herself and massages her face, trying to banish the lingering vestiges of fear from her mind and still trembling body.]

Do try not to set yourself on fire in the interim, yes?\

And you try not to get yourself in the interrim.

Take care, Adele, and call if you have problems.

[Adele manages a soft laugh and stands straight, mask back on until she returns home.]

Take care yourself Lupin, and yes. I shall call if I'm ever in need. [With one last dip of her head and wave she walks back to the house, with every intent on locking herself in her room and huddling in bed until the last of the panic passed.]

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