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Case File 3 [Voice/Action]

Inspector Zenigata is not having a good day. Not at all. He'd woken up out by the lake, face down with nothing but his hat, journal and ubiquitous, albeit shredded New Feather pants. The white clothing was torn to strips of cloth, bits of torn fiber strewn around the middle-aged cop. Worse, he had no real memory of the last few weeks save blinding pain, a deep-seeded sense of rage, and a horrific thirst. That...and for whatever reason his normally dark hair was a shade of creamy white. He sits upright, growling slightly and picking up his journal, speaking into the mic.

"Uh...anyone out there? Looks...like I got picked up."

Groggily, the Inspector takes his feet, wobbly looking around to get his bearings. Each step he takes is labored, and his stamina seems all but spent after a mere ten paces. He falls flat on his face with the eleventh, struggling to rise. After a few long moments, he is able to sit up, and poke his nose into the journal again.

"I...uh...could really use some help. I...dunno if I can make it back to town alone."

Nope, definitely not the Inspector's best day.

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Well, that was a familiar voice if he ever heard any! The Inspector's absence lingered long enough that Lupin had come to suspect that it was more than an extended, unannounced fishing trip that lasted right through Christmas and the New Year. It was highly out of character for the old man, thus it had to be a 'pick up.'

Though he was moderately concerned for his rival's welfare, he knew better than to worry to hard. That man had cheated death enough times, and was tougher than Clint Eastwood or John Wayne when he needed to be. He was all right. Maybe a little worse for wear, but all right.

He leaned in too close to the camera, in the middle of his umpteenth Pall Mall since the New Year. "Where are you at Pops? Any idea?"

That was perhaps the last voice Zenigata wanted to hear, as embarrassing a situation as it already ways. He, the great Inspector Zenigata, grabbed up and messed with only to be unceremoniously dumped on the lake edge. The very idea of being helped by Lupin was not, at all, an appealing one but he probably didn't have much of a choice.

"I...I'm out by the lake...looks like."

"The one by Goemon's place?"

It was a valid question; there were two lakes, according to the map. Lupin is tugging on his shoes as he speaks. "I'll be on my way--is there anything you need? Clothing? Blanket?"

Turn for a turn. Pops helped him when he was dropped half naked in the muck, confused and not believing much. Though they had their differences, Pops had always been a welcome ally when times called for it. Though he was never the civic type, helping a friend was always the right thing to do.

"Yea. It looks like Goemon's lake. and I could really use some clothes. Bastards took my jacket."

Then, after a short pause, Zenigata added "I...could also use somethin' warm ta drink. My whole mouth feels like its on fire..."

He wasn't sure WHY he wanted a drink as badly as he did, but he just...needed something. It felt almost out of the ordinary, just how thirsty he was.

"That's...quite a walk, Pops. Even the hottest coffee I can find won't stay hot in this weather."

Even amidst the commentary, he was turning on the coffee and grabbing a trench and fedora. They were tossed onto the couch in a small heap he was starting to make--pants, coat, shoes, fedora. He'd find a duffle bag. There had to be a duffle bag in that mess remaining from those Horoscopes...

He put his own coat on, with scarf and gloves. "I'll be there as soon as I can, Pops. With coffee as hot as I can keep it."

There had to also be a thermos in that mess...somewhere.

"Should be a thermos somewhere in my kitchen..." Zenigata croaked, having quite a difficult time with the burning, desperate thirst.

He flopped back down on his back, exhausted and aching from his ordeal. What the hell had those bastards done anyway? White hair? That shit was crazy! And what was up with being so thirsty all of a sudden.

[Despite the humble comforts it offered, and it being in a quiet, isolated location conducive to his meditation, Goemon spent more hours outside than in the lakehouse, unable to sit still for longer than half an hour. He was plagued by the itch of restlessness - and not even devoting himself to his training with greater determination helped to relieve it entirely. Strangely, for all the unpleasantness of the draft, he had to admit that it had been a change of pace. While he disliked the fact that his involvement was forced, being there had allowed him to apply the skills he was forever honing in some meaningful way... and at least he had been able to protect a few others and himself from the Third Party threat.

It is with these thoughts in mind that he was just about to step out of his house again, meaning to head to town. Unfortunately, he hadn't checked his journal yet so he was unaware of the present situation involving Lupin and Zenigata.]

All of the items in question had been located with relative ease. Pops was right; there was a thermos in his kitchen. Despite the cold, he hadn't bothered with more than the baseline protection as per the bad habit he was developing. The cold, strangely, helped to clear his mind and stimulate activity.

The static nature of Luceti was not agreeing with him at all.

With the duffle bag packed and hot coffee poured, he ruffled the pages to find Goemon and pass the information along.

"Oi, Goemon-chan? Pops was 'napped and dropped in the woods, says he's cold and not moving too well. He's by the lake, your lake. Keep your eyes open--I'll be there asap."

Nothing.

He frowned at the book, not entirely surprised but not too happy.

"Found everything Pops. I'm headed out now--don't you do anything stupid, you hear?" Like he needed warned.

Edited 2012-01-10 16:04 (UTC)

[There's a face and voice that Jigen could never forget, even after his return to Luceti. It was almost disheartening to see Zenigata in such a state. Though they were enemies, there was a certain level of respect that the group had for the inspector and in Luceti that respect translated to a certain sort of friendship. He knew the moment they were returned to their world the chase would be on more than ever. Jigen heavily anticipated that day.]

Oi, Pops. Hanging in there? Remind me to buy you a drink, old man.

"Thanks Lupin," was really all the Inspector could think to say. The blinding thirst and the dull ache from the experiments drowning out any other thoughts.

The aging detective just slouched down, dazedly staring up at the mid-morning sky.

[and there is a voice that Zenigata never expected to see in Luceti again. The cop had a great deal of respect for the world class "cool gunman," despite Jigen being on the wrong side of the law]

J...jigen? You're back? Or...is this another one of those bastards tricks?

[Dammit, just a bad situation...made worse by compounded embarrassment! But still, he's somewhat happy to hear from the ex-mobster, despite that it means Jigen is stuck back in Luceti.]

Definitely could use a drink...

No tricks, Pops. I'm back. Got a bit of a memory loss but other than that...

[That wasn't really important right now anyway, was it? Zenigata looked like shit and Jigen is genuinely concerned. If anything happened to him... Well, the game of chase wouldn't be the same without him, of course!]

When you get yourself cleaned up, we'll get you somethin' strong.

Sounds good. [Zenigata is definitely more embarrassed that even the normally apathetic Jigen is concerned.]

Hopefully Lupin gets here soon...

[Goemon's journal, of course, had been left indoors out of habit; perhaps this will be the event that encourages him to do otherwise, in future. He stepped out the front door and into the cold, not throwing on so much as a scarf to keep warm. Exposing himself to temperature extremes - particularly chilly weather - was a good opportunity not only to test but to strengthen his will and endurance. It had been quite a while since he had last caught a cold, thankfully.

While he did not immediately notice the ~~new and improved~~ inspector on account of his fur having a camouflaging effect, he sensed a strange aura in his midst and caught sight of wings first... and then noted a fedora that much reminded him of Zenigata's. Frowning and on guard, he moved away from his front door, not entirely sure what to make of the sight.]

[Zenigata notices the movement, and looks up to see Goemon a ways off.]

"H...hey. Who's there?"

[The ronin's eyes widened slightly at the unexpectedly familiar voice. Shoulders dropping, his hand lifting away from Zantetsuken at his hip, he drew nearer still.] Goemon. [He fell silent once more, taking in the inspector's unusual appearance. It had to be the work of the Malnosso, he mused.]

Edited 2012-01-14 17:09 (UTC)

G...goemon? Really? Aren't you a sight for sore eyes....

[The inspector seemed somewhat disoriented; his brow furrowing more deeply.] ...Are you hurt?

[All he can do is groan. He's had a bit of a rough few weeks, and Goemon is NOT helping]

[Even at a brisk pace, it is still takes a while for even Lupin's overly loud and haphazard singing to be heard. Though the cold air is invigorating for him, he knows that this isn't likely the case for the Inspector. The jovial demeanor is a cover for his concern.

He reaches the lake and, at a loss for where to begin looking, pauses his singing. Time to get serious.]

Hey! Pops?!

[~~If his mun permits~~, Goemon has moved Zenigata out of the cold and sees it fit to contact with Lupin soon afterwards, unaware that he is within the area.] Lupin - the Malnosso have done something to Zenigata. I am not aware of the full extent of the situation, but what is most clear is that he is weak and seems somewhat disoriented. He is now in my home.

[Well, that was a voice speaking up a couple of hours too late.]

...I tried telling you that earlier, Goemon--you didn't answer. I'm already near the lake--see you in a bit.

Oh. And thanks. ...For finding him and bringing him to your home, that is.

[Goemon nods and offers a grim murmur, choosing not to address the fact that he was slow to learn of this news on account of not checking his journal more frequently.]

[Zenigata has passed out, basically falling asleep wherever Goemon left him. Physically and mentally exhausted from his ordeal, the Inspector just has no ability to do much more than snore. He's still very, very thirsty, but that comes secondly to his collapse.

Goemon will probably find him snoring quite noisily wherever he put him down...]

[If Goemon won't address it, then neither will Lupin. He'll just nod and end the feed--he's almost at the lake house anyway. Once there, Lupin doesn't even bother with the formality of knocking. Instead, he kicks off his shoes and nudges the door open with a foot and his shoulders.

The sack is dropped to the floor, but the still-warm coffee is set onto the kitchen table.]

Goemon? I'm here.

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