Appointments/Random Poking

[greatinspector]

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February 17, night

[redjacketthief]

[He'd toiled long enough with waiting, plotting, and thinking about Luceti in general and his personal situation specifically that week. The Malnosso were being more confusing than ever--Smoker and Fujiko returning in the same week, right after six weeks of having people disappear one by one?? Strange. Wierd. Confusing.

This, on top of realizing that he needed to buckle down and actually get serious for once, made for a very moderately frustrated thief.

Lupin knew what he needed to do, however. Smoker had a point in their conversation, simple and direct: people would get hurt regardless of whether he told them or not, and would likely get hurt worse if he didn't tell people.

It was the complete antithesis of his M.O. He operated on not telling people, on keeping people in the dark...but this wasn't just a simple heist he was planning.

It was tantamount to war.

He dons mask upon emotional mask when he enters Zenigata's apartment after dark, bottle of whiskey in hand. While he didn't plan on drinking himself, he had a feeling that the Inspector would appreciate the gesture. Alcohol always had a way of loosening people up.

If he was going to actually open up to his eternal rival, it was going to be on his terms. He'd lose this time if it erupted into a chase, and would lose no matter what if it came to Judo-throws.

...there was no reason for him to be this nervous. He knew this. It didn't help.]

Pops? It's been a wierd week. Want a few drinks?

[greatinspector]

[Zenigata had been just sitting at his kitchen table, quietly reading a detective novel he'd picked up from the library. It had been a long day, and his shack for Lupin had been coming along nicely. In front of him, a bowl of noodles was steaming next to a coffee mug. The dinner of champions

In front of him were strewn various plans, blueprints, and several religious texts as well. Clearly, the old man was planning something.

When he heard the door open, he turned. He hadn't been expecting anyone, least of all Lupin III. The thief had brought whiskey. That meant that he was either really upset, or he wanted something. Probably both...]

It has been a weird week, yea. C'mon in. I'll have a round with you.

Whats eatin' you? Ya look down.

[redjacketthief]

[Uncomfortably perceptive there, Pops. Lupin smiles at this, regardless of his discomfort, and seats himself across from the Inspector. He slides the bottle of whiskey across the table--a friendly gesture, but also a shield.]

What, I'm not allowed to come down and have a few drinks with my favorite law dog ever? [Not that he intended on drinking much if anything himself...

His eyes light on the drawings, plans, and texts, brows raising in curiosity. Hark! A distraction!]

Plotting something here, Pops?

[greatinspector]

[He's an old hand at this, and you forget how well he knows you. He's the reason you constantly have to come up with new tricks, remember?]

You can, sure. Company is nice. [He puts a bookmark in his novel, setting it down while taking a swig of coffee]

Yea. More construction. Apparently there's a god here with no shrine. I'm planning on making one, because that bothers me. Even if it's not home, Moro deserves something. Hell, I didn't even know she was here until the other day...

[redjacketthief]

A god with no shrine, huh? [He knows it, but it's so easy to forget that Zenigata is ordained when he's chasing thieves with cuffs and bolas.]

That's very big hearted of you. If there's a god here like that around here, then why was it secret?

[greatinspector]

I don't think its so much a secret as it is that she just doesn't come into town much. Its a wolf god. I...don't know much about her, but I'd wager she was brought here by the Malnosso same as us. I just can't stand the thought of her being forgotten. Thats a cruel thing for a god, y'know?

[redjacketthief]

I don't know what's good for gods or not, Pops. I haven't been a believer in any for a long time. 'Course, Fujiko did say that there were gods here...maybe you're right that your Moro was brought here by our kind benefactors.

[greatinspector]

Probably. Its just sad, thats all.

[Another swig of coffee]

So, whats up? I know you didn't come down here to talk about Moro and my shrine. Your shack is nearly done too.

April 10 // Action

[redjacketthief]

[It wasn't lightly that the Thief made the decision to slip into Inspector Zenigata Koichi's apartment that afternoon, without a token of good will or even a knock. He's oddly relaxed about the whole thing, altough his hair is in a disarray and he is conspicuously jacketless.]

Well, Pops. It looks like all those years of praying paid off for you--even if it was only a lie.

April 10 // Action

[greatinspector]

[Zenigata had been expecting this as soon as the shift ended. He was waiting, with a bottle of scotch and a book]

Yep. Sure did. Feeling better, Lupin?

April 10 // Action

[redjacketthief]

[That earns a chuckle. Good old Pops...

He takes a seat, making himself at home in the Inspector's apartment, and pours them both a glass of scotch.]

That's the thing, I wasn't feeling bad before. Now? I'm just irritated at the Malnosso, not about the Shift.

April 10 // Action

[greatinspector]

Yea? I guessed you were feelin' quite alright. What was it you were doing, again? Somethin' from Star Wars, yea?

April 10 // Action

[redjacketthief]

Yeah, something like that. I was a hacker in the Intelligence division, and somehow managed to get the rank of Commander. No crazy Force powers or anything, but very friendly with Luke.

...I'm gonna need to go talk to him.

April 10 // Action

[greatinspector]

Man, that musta been something. So you went to his world? See anything cool? Get to meet Yoda? That guy was always my favorite.

[Pops HAS seen Star Wars, he's not a raving fan, but he's familiar enough to be part of the cultural phenomenon.

April 10 // Action

[redjacketthief]

It was pretty cool, actually! Got to work next to Luke and them, got to be a scoundrel before I joined the Rebellion, crushed on and never got anywhere with Leia...

[He sobers a little after his laughter, hides the cool clarity behind the glass of scotch as he takes a sip.] We did spend the day there too. The missing day. Met Han Solo, took a ride on the Falcon...

Didn't meet Yoda. Luke's from a point that's about eight years after the last film. Yoda's been dead for a long while.

April 10 // Action

[greatinspector]

Man, sounds like quite a day. Spaceships, Han Solo, all that stuff.

[His expression changes though]

Maybe bein' around that guy was what you needed to straighten yourself out.

April 16

[redjacketthief]

[There's a note waiting for Inspector Zenigata on the table underneath a bottle of whiskey. There's no pretense to it, and no name--but the writing is very familiar.]

Pops--

You were right about me going straight. Drinks to you for winning that bet.

I'm headed off on a Mission starting tomorrow, and will be gone through the weekend. Smoker will be there too, so you have nothing to worry about. Take care of Jigen if he remains a cat for too long. Make sure he gets his milk and tuna, and his cigarettes only twice a day. Cats weren't made to be heavy smokers.

Look out for Fujiko too. I still haven't had a chance to talk to her, and I couldn't tell you what she might do while I'm gone.

Thanks.

June 18

[redjacketthief]

[It was their thing at this point, Lupin realized. Something shitty would happen, and he would stalk down to the Inspector's room in the dead of night with a bottle of booze in tow. This time he was cheap--only a six pack of beer--but he had been drinking too much liquor over the last week and wanted to keep his head mostly clear.

Their time was up, and Zenigata was right again.

Once more he enters without knocking. They were rivals, but also friends; doors didn't matter much anymore.]

Pops. It feels like a good night for a few drinks. You in?

June 18

[greatinspector]

[Zenigata didn't even bat an eyelash when the thief entered, barely looking up from the mystery novel he'd buried himself in. This was one time the inspector was going to keep his nose out of it all]

Heh, figured you'd be around.

[Closing the book, marking his place with a napkin, the cop stands up and nods]

Lets go, sit out on the roof or somethin'

June 18

[redjacketthief]

[He smiles, the expression more than a little bitter at the sentiment. As always, Zenigata was wholly reliable.]

Sounds like a great idea, Pops. We can look at the stars and talk a little more freely.

June 18

[greatinspector]

Yep.

[He walks over too the corner of the room by the fridge, picking up a cooler and dumping some ice in it, tossing a few beers of his own in before making his way out.]

You seem serious. Whats goin' on?

June 18

[redjacketthief]

[It was hard not to be serious. Lupin followed the Inspector with a small smile, internally grateful once again with how perceptive the old man was. Distantly amused, the thief chuckles at the question.]

Did you catch the broadcast from the other day?

June 18

[greatinspector]

I did. Didn't think much of it, its way outta my league.

[He's serious, too. There are gods here. Him? He's an old cop]

You got yourself in over your head, didn't ya?

June 18

[redjacketthief]

[And he's just a skinny thief with too quick a brain. Lupin laughs again, chagrinned.]

I don't even need to say it, do I? There was a pow-wow, and I had an idea...and unfortunately I'm one of the best men around here for that idea. This...could get pretty bad~

June 18

[greatinspector]

[They make it up the stairs and onto the roof. A while back Zenigata had moved some folding chairs out there, so he sets the cooler down in arms reach]

Yea? What'd you sign up to do? Break into their secret base and steal their shirts?