13th Turn [Action/Written]

[redjacketthief]

[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

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[monkey_punch_d]

[There was no way that Lupin knew how to properly explain anything to Steve, but this message was plain. He squirmed once more in Steve's hands and scrabbled up onto his shoulder.

No, not a tree.

He chittered, and lowered himself against Steve's body for warmth. Lightly, almost hesitantly, he tapped Steve's arm and pointed out, toward the trees in a silent request for a ride.]

[neversurrender]

[He's surprised when the monkey wiggles out of his grasp and climbs up his shoulder. But not half as surprised when it points towards the trees in the direction of the village.]

Alright, alright, I gotcha little guy. [Steve shifts the monkey's position so he's not likely to fall off. And with that he starts off back to the village, walking carefully so he doesn't jar the creature.]

[monkey_punch_d]

[He wrapped his arms around Steve's neck for a better grip and held on closely as he watched their progress to the village. Despite his misgivings, he had to respect Steve's understanding of the situation thus far. There would definitely be drinks in the future, somehow.

He sighed. I don't know how to explain this one~

His words were unintelligible as anything more than a monkey whining. It was cold, he was confused, and he just wanted to make himself heard and regroup.

This was going to be a tough...however long.]

[neversurrender]

[They travel towards the village in silence for awhile, with Steve occasionally adjusting the monkey's position. This isn't the strangest situation he's ever found himself in, but it's pretty up there. What's even more strange is his sudden urge to fill in the silence with conversation.

Conversation with a monkey. He really must be losing it.]

[monkey_punch_d]

[The silence was getting to Lupin as well, but he had no idea how to initiate conversation. Morse code was especially handy, but he had no idea if Steve even understood it. It was an uncommon enough skill that he found himself teaching a few people, like Sabriel, but the lack of knowledgeable people made it tricky...

Almost idly, Lupin did his best imitation of a Northern Bobwhite. It was a bird call, and a simplistic one. Maybe someone else would know.]