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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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Maybe we should look for a place together this time. I'd used my points for my apartment's bath, but with the all the shifts, the apartment's lost its attraction for me. Seems like I could use a watch-wolf instead of all the bear traps for a little while. What do you say? [Wraps her arms around his neck, already fairly certain of the answer.]
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What mattered was that their thoughts were the same. It was the best thing that he could ask for.]
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But nothing too hideous for furniture.
[Although the faux zebra sofa can stay. Weirdo.]
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He would play by her rules. They could sort out the details later, but for now...
Lupin was glad to just have her in his arms.]
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[Just leaves that open implication to blow his mind.]
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Lupin is so looking forward to that!]
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But don't go in my underwear drawer. I'm keeping the bear traps in there, just like old times.
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He would have spun around, but the spins would have killed him.]
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You can put me down you know.
[Can, but don't have to. Otherwise she'd kick him. Dizzy or not.]
It's really not that big a deal. People do things like this all the time right?
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You're you.
[Again, his voice betrayed him as the words were mouthed soundlessly. Fujiko, as skilled a con-artist as he, should have been able to understand.]
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Don't make such a big deal of it silly. It's just exhausting watching you run around to all the different places, okay? And I don't want to have to run all the way out to cornfields or whatever ever again.
[Some masks Fujiko couldn't bring herself to lose. A lie wrapped around a truth within a different lie and misleading implications everywhere. Their dance moved ever on, but it was still another step forward at least.]
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It was their old dance. It was always their dance.
Lupin tapped her shoulder for her attention and handed her the note.]
There's hardly anywhere around here to run. It's too small, but that's why we need to stick close. I'll keep running, but you can always run with me.
I was actually going to ask you about an apartment soon. There's a building on the northside that looks like it will be a good fit. There is a lot of fun people who live in that complex.
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Fun people? Anyone I know?
[Or more specifically, should be worried about. Note, she said nothing about the first part. On purpose. It needed saying, but now she's got to sidestep the hell out of it lest they get too close again. Ah yes, their oldest dance of them all.]
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Gambit. Steve Rogers. Grell. Harry Dresden. A couple of my other friends too. [He figured that Fujiko wouldn't be interested in them.] It's also closer to the plaza. We can get to the shops easier, and there's more people. Don't you think it will be fun?
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Mm-hm! I'm sure it will be lots of fun! [Yup. Moving in with dangerous people is obviously a fantastic policy. Ah well, that is why Lupin will be her guard dog for a little while. She does seem a little too enthusiastic about it for Fujiko, but hey, enthusiasm is a good thing, right? Even if it means she's plotting; she's always plotting.]
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She was Death. Lupin never feared her.
He grinned in reply to her enthusiasm and nodded in agreement with her words. Moving in with dangerous people was always a fantastic policy, especially since he had a feeling that seven of them would have his back in the event of another wave of 'tourists.'
They could help defend the safehouse if he could not, and that was far better than continuing their game of musical apartments.]