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6th Turn [Voice/Action]

[It's mid-afternoon when the journal post is made by a familiar voice in an unfamiliar mood. A quick look at the image reveals a face that is both familiar and unfamiliar--but that smile, with it's odd curl and suppressed mirth, can mean it is only one person.]

[Failed Filter to Mine Fujiko: Completely Readable]

Hey...Fujiko? Remember that game you gave me at the end of the last month before you went on your mission? It was very clever, and the prize has been a joy. How did you know I liked history books? I'm wondering, though...why are you having me read about your ex-boyfriend's grandfather, after you made it clear that you don't want to think about it?

[There's a pause as the man notices the feed.] Oh... blast it! I messed, Fujiko. Want to meet in my place?

...Everyone, disregard that.

[Later that day the man wanders the town, his hair in a mussed disarray and red jacket noticeably missing. Instead he wears dark colors, fitted but more casual clothes, and his wings are for once in the open. He's headed to the library to return some books, gather others and other supplies. Early that evening, another journal post is made. This time, it's intended for anyone.]

Evening, Luceti, this is Red. I was just wondering...is anyone else around here missing about twenty-one hours of their weekend? Does anybody who isn't know what happened? It's just a question for inquiring minds.

Also--has anybody actually given the Battle Dome a good once over after last week?

[He's serious in his words, even if the smile is light. Ladies and Gentleman, meet the man who's going to be adamant about calling himself Red...someone you're more likely to know as Arsene Lupin III. He's not going to stand down from that either.]

[OOC: Details about how Lupin has been shifted, for the curious, are here. He has a number of physical details in terms of style that are changing beyond what's available to me in normal fanart and screencaps, so I've had to choose a PB, ~~Emiya Kiritsugu~~ a man from another anime that I've yet to actually see. Replies will have appropriate icons, thanks.]

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No. People are acting odd all over the village. The only point of commonality I've found is that whoever is acting different is also missing time from Sunday. None of them remember.

[And that is what worries her. Because she doesn't remember Sunday. Does that mean she's a false version of herself? It'd give her a headache to think on it, but it's soothed away by Red without him ever knowing she needs it.]

You are what you are Red, you do what you must. I'm not going to get honestly mad at you for something I also do. That's not fair. And while I might cheat when it suits me, I always make at least an attempt to be fair.

And that's why being around you is a joy, Goldie. There's no stress, and it's all fair.

[The small amount of new information, however, did bother him. He loved his life, loved his work, and didn't want to give any of it up. Even for the Malnosso. No, especially for the Malnosso.

There was nothing he could do about it for now, except investigate the Battle Dome. The fight was wearing on him, however. Perhaps not thinking, and that hike that he and Luke had planned for the afternoon, would be ideal.]

[It had crossed Adele's mind as well, the odds of this, her life, being false. She's already made arrangements to pass on useful and relevant information to her true self afterward; but that doesn't mean she's eager for it to be false.]

You are a welcome spot of serenity in an otherwise chaotic environment Pateesa. [She gives him a squeeze.] You plan on taking time for yourself today? I don't like it when my favorite slicer is stressed or weary.

[He returns the squeeze, grateful for it.] I'll be fine, Goldie. It's a crazy thing that's going on, is all. I just want to get to the bottom of it.

No worries. I've got Luke here, after all. We watch out for each other.

If anyone can Red, it's you and Luke; and if you need a hand, let me know. I haven't fought in any wars- at least not in any official capacity, but I can help.

I appreciate it, Goldie. Really. This isn't really a war, but a covert job--not unlike Kyle Katarn and his work in getting the plans for the first Death Star. None of it happened in any official capacity, but it changed the tide of everything.

I just sometimes wish I knew more, is all.

I managed to hide from a very angry branch of the Hutt family for the better part of two years Red. I can do covert if it's needed. I just need to know what to look for, and when the area is clear.

[She shrugs and reaches up to comb her fingers through his hair, fluffing it out.] We'll get it sorted. There are pieces here, we just need to put them together.

[The affectionate gesture got a smile out of him, and her words. Fleeing from the Hutts was familiar territory for him.]

I hear you on that--I'll be sure to let you know if you can help somehow then. I'm not even sure what we'll find.

Information, if nothing else. And that is the most valuable currency here. [She returns his smile easily and chuckles.] And who knows what you might find by way of information. It may yet be useful.

[this earns a laugh from the intelligence officer.]

Too bad we're not fighting alongside eachother at home--General Madine would never let Luke have you for his Order!

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Even if I were still around? One order did not sit with me very well. I don't think I'd be eager to join in on a second one. Best to stick with what I know.

Even if it's Luke? I don't know the details, but he's assuring everyone that the New Order is different.

Even if it's Luke, Pateesa. I just...don't play well with others. [She huffs a laugh.]

I'm the same. Why do you think I prefer the shadows? Luke, though...he's very persuasive.

He's a Skywalker for one, and if I knew him as a child? I probably taught him a few tricks about getting his way if nothing else.

Well, where ever he learned it from? He's excelled at it!

He may have picked up some from his sister.

Leia?

[He laughs at loud at this. There was a reason he had his affections for the Princess, even if they never would be returned in kind. One was her spitfire attitude. Another was her grace and poise, her ability to say the right thing under any circumstances.]

...You're probably right. She's very insistant when she wants to be...frighteningly so. Luke probably learned a little by watching her.

And that, that she got from her mother.

[Adele's smile turns a little sad; she'd always liked the woman. Determined, unafraid, brazen- an excellent counterbalance to Anakin...at least until Palpatine. She shakes that thought off in favor of snuggling up against Red's side again, comfy and cozy.]

Probably. I wouldn't know, though--though I think it might be Bail Organa. He did raise her, after all.

[While he was alive for the end of the Clone Wars, he was little more than a child at the time. His knowledge of it is fuzzy, and limited to the stories published by the Empire. They were, by their very nature, biased.

Red wraps his arms around Adele once more, knowing that she sought physical contact like this when something was bothering her. He was a rock, she said. Was he one for her too?]

From what I remember of him, it's quite possible. And more than likely.

[She closes her eyes and sighs, letting Red's solidarity and heartbeat ease her mind. Something to center her when the sways and twists of her own emotions and those around her. Her sensitivity flickers and flares at odd intervals, making her more manic or maudlin depending on the day, the hour. But Red was almost always calm, even when frustrated. Someone she could depend on.]

Thank you Pateesa.

[He used to be more manicky, more on edge when he was less experienced and still living on Nar Shaddaa. It took him a few near death experiences and being picked up by Kyle Katarn for some Rebel Alliance projects to help him learn that he needed to channel that energy better. His channel ended up being work and high risk jobs, but it filled a need and helped him keep his composure.

Red squeezes Adele, reassuringly. He didn't mind being a rock, even if it was all he could offer.]

You're welcome, Goldie. More than welcome.

[Normally she would go to Ben with this frustration, with this uncertainty. When things became too difficult for her to stand, for her to meditate and clear her mind, she went to him. Especially in the village but- he didn't offer the same support he normally did. He was distant, even when they were standing face to face to converse. Adele shrugs it off. She has Red. Red expects nothing, and offers the solidarity she needs. She'll never quite know how to thank him for it.]

I'll cook you dinner sometime this week, mm? Ale, sabacc, it'll be a fun night.

[No thanks were necessary. He didn't work to be thanked, but the innocent physicality of their friendship and the companionship did much to fill a void in his life that he long left empty. Not to say that he lacked friends, but comrades had a different kind of friendship than this.]

...That sounds like fun, actually. I'll...pick up some wine or something, but I'll be there.

I'll definitely be there.

Good. It wouldn't be a party if you weren't there Pateesa.

[One last squeeze and she presses a quick kiss to his lips before sliding out of his lap. She smooths her hair out of her face, chuckles, and does the same for Red after a moment. Even if she did get distracted floofing it back up again. Satisfied with it's shaggy, charming appearance she stands and stretches, looking out at the village plaza.]

I think I"m fit to face the rest of the day, now.

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