Arsene Lupin III (
redjacketthief) wrote2013-01-07 12:14 am
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13th Turn [Action/Written]
[It was cold.
That was his first thought when he woke up in the woods surrounding the Barracks, literally sprawled out in the trees. The cold air bit into his bare hands, stung his ears and his cheeks, and made him miss the summery heat and exotic beaches that were starting to disappear back into his subconscious. This wasn’t the tropics; this was Luceti.
Sleep never looked more welcoming.
It was only when Lupin started to move that he noticed that something important in the world was terribly off. The branches were too big—and where was his coat? The coat was important, and he didn't care about what the Malnosso thought...
He stared at his hand, dumbfounded, when he caught sight of it. Seconds later he yelped in sheer shock and tumbled from the tree and into the snow.

...someone was going to pay for this own.
Chirping and chattering in irritation, Lupin pulled himself from the snow. Anyone care to give a monkey a hand?]
[Later that evening, after he has been returned to his apartment with both himself and his journal intact, Lupin scrawled out a message for the village at large:]
[Written]
Lucky you, Luceti. Looks like I’m not gone yet.
What's the date? I thought they were going to let me spend the winter in Rio, so I wasn't expecting snow.
Did I miss anything?
-Lupin III
[He snaps the book shut at this. Goddamn he needed a drink. And a smoke. Not that he was going to get either soon--because he was a good monkey, and good monkeys don't smoke.]
((ooc:: Lupin here has been turned into a capuchin monkey for a week. Replies will come from
monkey_punch_d . Thank you
That was his first thought when he woke up in the woods surrounding the Barracks, literally sprawled out in the trees. The cold air bit into his bare hands, stung his ears and his cheeks, and made him miss the summery heat and exotic beaches that were starting to disappear back into his subconscious. This wasn’t the tropics; this was Luceti.
Sleep never looked more welcoming.
It was only when Lupin started to move that he noticed that something important in the world was terribly off. The branches were too big—and where was his coat? The coat was important, and he didn't care about what the Malnosso thought...
He stared at his hand, dumbfounded, when he caught sight of it. Seconds later he yelped in sheer shock and tumbled from the tree and into the snow.
...someone was going to pay for this own.
Chirping and chattering in irritation, Lupin pulled himself from the snow. Anyone care to give a monkey a hand?]
[Later that evening, after he has been returned to his apartment with both himself and his journal intact, Lupin scrawled out a message for the village at large:]
[Written]
Lucky you, Luceti. Looks like I’m not gone yet.
What's the date? I thought they were going to let me spend the winter in Rio, so I wasn't expecting snow.
Did I miss anything?
-Lupin III
[He snaps the book shut at this. Goddamn he needed a drink. And a smoke. Not that he was going to get either soon--because he was a good monkey, and good monkeys don't smoke.]
((ooc:: Lupin here has been turned into a capuchin monkey for a week. Replies will come from
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action
I'll wait until it cools a little.
did I miss anything?
Re: action
Nothing to important that I can think of. Which is either good or bad, depending on how you take it.
action
Re: action
[He rubbed his arm.]
Coffee okay?
action
and shuddered.]
any sugar?
Re: action
[He grumbled and went looking and finally came up with a small bag of it. He brought it over and a spoon.]
So, what do you plan to do as a monkey then? I mean, there's no telling how long this will last.
action
hunker down. live as normal. I don't know.
Re: action
[He tapped the monkey on the shoulder in his best approximation of a bro-punch to the shoulder.]
action
They like to toy with us.
[Huffing in frustration, he awkwardly spooned some sugar into the hot drink. The spoon didn't fit him any better than the cup, so keeping his usual dexterity was tough.
...this was going to be a long Shift.]
Re: action
[He went to a drawer and came out with a straw and set it down beside him, just in case he changed his mind on that.]
You stick it to them by treating it like this is no big thing.