Arsene Lupin III (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
redjacketthief) wrote2012-10-03 02:04 pm
redjacketthief) wrote2012-10-03 02:04 pm
11th Turn [Written/Action]
Luceti.
Two things:
1. Whoever it was that found my work shop, return the pieces that you stole before the end of the day. I’ll be in the Barracks. If you fail to comply, I will find you.
It won’t be pretty.
2. What do the rest of you think about the last Shift? Was it good or bad? How did the loss of memory affect you? Do you think it left any long-term impact for yourself, your friends, and the rest of your stay in this village?
-Also. Prism Black. You deserve to be commended for your heroism. Never forget that.
Filtered to Trafalgar Law: Unhackable
I have a problem and I’d like a second opinion on it. It’s not big, but it could become complicated.
-I’d promise coffee, but I have an unrelated problem with getting it. I’ll be in the barracks.
[True to his word, Lupin will be in the barracks all day. His encounter with Spock on Monday, combined with his activities from earlier in the week had finally caught up to him. Fatigue was inevitable. He had spent the better part of the last few days asleep, never very far from his new charge. The veritable plague of crows that had been set upon him by an angered god was an unnecessary incentive. He kept the windows shut, locked away the gnawing need for a cigarette that bit at the back of his mind, and tried to ignore the judgement he saw reflected in the eyes of his avian watchmen—but he would have stayed close to the barracks regardless of their looming (and aggravating) presence.
While the days spent between dreams and fleeting considerations over recent affairs had rejuvenated him, it didn't stop the inherent restlessness that was his constant foe—the core problem that would never entirely leave. The people who knew him would be able to identify the briskness of his step and the cool control with which he held every action and every word. He was distracted by a new project , one that was completely foreign to him, and was unwilling to divulge details until the proper time came.
The thief had returned to work, but nothing was as it seemed.]
((ooc: Thread with Spock is chronologically last.))
Two things:
1. Whoever it was that found my work shop, return the pieces that you stole before the end of the day. I’ll be in the Barracks. If you fail to comply, I will find you.
It won’t be pretty.
2. What do the rest of you think about the last Shift? Was it good or bad? How did the loss of memory affect you? Do you think it left any long-term impact for yourself, your friends, and the rest of your stay in this village?
-Also. Prism Black. You deserve to be commended for your heroism. Never forget that.
Filtered to Trafalgar Law: Unhackable
I have a problem and I’d like a second opinion on it. It’s not big, but it could become complicated.
-I’d promise coffee, but I have an unrelated problem with getting it. I’ll be in the barracks.
[True to his word, Lupin will be in the barracks all day. His encounter with Spock on Monday, combined with his activities from earlier in the week had finally caught up to him. Fatigue was inevitable. He had spent the better part of the last few days asleep, never very far from his new charge. The veritable plague of crows that had been set upon him by an angered god was an unnecessary incentive. He kept the windows shut, locked away the gnawing need for a cigarette that bit at the back of his mind, and tried to ignore the judgement he saw reflected in the eyes of his avian watchmen—but he would have stayed close to the barracks regardless of their looming (and aggravating) presence.
While the days spent between dreams and fleeting considerations over recent affairs had rejuvenated him, it didn't stop the inherent restlessness that was his constant foe—the core problem that would never entirely leave. The people who knew him would be able to identify the briskness of his step and the cool control with which he held every action and every word. He was distracted by a new project , one that was completely foreign to him, and was unwilling to divulge details until the proper time came.
The thief had returned to work, but nothing was as it seemed.]
((ooc: Thread with Spock is chronologically last.))
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It was an opportunity that he would never have anywhere else.]
What do you mean about your war? Why do people enter military service at such a young age? What do you do with alchemy?
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Ah, I should have been a little more specific. My apologies.
Enrollment in the Academy does not automatically mean enlisting into the war. Most graduates move on to more civilian jobs and use their knowledge to supplement their careers.
I just so happened to be lucky, in that my home village was attacked by our neighboring nation, Lunia, in the first strike of the war.
[There is a brief flicker of anger in her face, though it quickly passes.]
I know not what caused it; the apologists are claiming that the raiding party was not sent by the Lunian military itself, but an independent faction. Either way, the war still rages today.
Now... the hardest question of all. What can one do with alchemy?
[She looks almost thoughtful, staring up at the ceiling while she composes her thoughts.]
The shortest answer is: "Whatever you set your mind to." The longer version is a far more convoluted affair.
[She looks at Lupin once more, her smile returning.] Would you like a more thorough explanation?
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Instead he noted the potential storm of questions and contained it, nodding instead at her offer. He did want to know what her society deemed 'alchemy'. It was a scientific curiosity.]
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A person's energy -- life force, soul, whatever term you deem fit -- is used to perform any and all works of alchemy. The results are, in normal circumstances, proportional to the amount of energy one puts into their work.
There are a few alchemy types that inherently consume more energy than others, though these are saved for more extreme circumstances.
[A pause.] Still with me?
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Now, here is where most people get... a little lost.
In alchemy, there is a focus. This focus is made up of an array, which guides the energy, and the runes within it, which 'tell' the energy what its functions are.
The most common array shape is a circle, in which several other shapes are inscribed. However, arrays different from individual to individual in terms of their complexity; my own arrays are mostly circular, with a pair of unique ones for more pressing circumstances.
[She pauses again, allowing Lupin some time to take this all in.]
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He drew a simple circle out on the floor between them, his thoughts focused on the intention to protect rather than on the mechanics himself. The final step, a small sacrifice that only the individual could make, was stayed momentarily. Lupin returned his gaze up to Syre and tapped just outside of the circle for emphasis.
Was it something like this?]
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...I don't know what else about it I could explain. Was there something you wanted to me to explain further?
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[She rummages through her pockets, pulling out a tiny stub of chalk.]
...what's the first inorganic thing that comes to mind?
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A lead slug.
[Like an old fashioned musketball--he had guns on the brain lately, as the Shift had subtly recalled Jigen's influence more than once.]
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[When it is completed, Syre presses a finger to the very edge of it, and a brief flash lights up the lines of white. Slowly, something metallic rises from the floor.]
[...Lupin may find that, instead of the ammunition he was thinking of, Syre has formed an actual slug out of lead. There are no guns in her world. How could she know?]
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The actual conjuring looked simple enough, but the effect...
He didn't know whether to laugh or not.
Lupin withdrew his Walther P-38 from its concealed holster under his jacket and ejected the magazine. He unloaded it and rolled the eight remaining .9mm rounds out for her. Another tap, and a smile. These were what he was talking about.
Maybe they could both learn from each other.]</small.
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[The lead slug statuette glows brilliantly for a moment, then is very suddenly (and very noisily) changed into a small pile of ammunition.]
[Then, after studying one of the rounds, she speaks up.]
...so, this is a miniature projectile?
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Syre's question needed another note to explain.]
it's a bullet, fired from a tool like my gun. it's a high velocity projectile that only inflicts damage because of it's relative speed. alone, it's harmless. it's only dangerous with the right tool.
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[At least, that's how she rationalized it in her head.]
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do you want to learn to shoot someday?
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Perhaps a mutual agreement: you can teach me how to shoot and I could teach you something in return?
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my gunning for your swording?
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[She smiles faintly, tracing a finger along the circle just long enough for the pile of ammunition to shimmer, then change once more, into a featureless metal figurine.]
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[Though her strange science made him even more curious every time he watched her. Questions for another time, he knew. When he could better articulate.]
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[Syre moves the little figurine aside and wipes the chalk from the floor with one white lab coat sleeve before she stands up once more. She takes her rapier into hand again, slowly easing herself back into the rhythm of her footwork.]
Just be warned that I am not soft in my instruction.
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I regularly train with a man who has a foot on you and is 10x as strong. he's also made of smoke.
I can take what you want to throw at me.
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Made of smoke?
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magic from a different world. I don't really get it either.
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