OPEN POST 2017

[siberia]

CALL ME OUT PARTY POST


1. Post here with the character you want to play with in the header
2. Put your prompt in the body of the comment (or leave it to me)
3. ????
4. Profit



HOT-N-READY FRESH SIB CHARACTERS!
I'm actively playing, confident in my ability to play, or want to play these guys

    
  korosensei   /   auger   /   krieg  

    
  maou   /   tidus   /   jaffar  

    
  cain   /   ash   /   glottis  

    
  komugi   /   neuro   /   sonic  

    
  fiora   /   lupin   /   chiyuki  

    
  akechi   /   morgana   /   claptrap  


COLD LEFTOVERS SIB CHARACTERS!
I can whip them out if you ask





STALE SIB CHARACTERS
Everyone else aka I'll try my best

Comments

[apologetically]

I'LL WELCOME ANYONE SIB!!! let julian fluff at ur chars

[siberia]

i was going to reply to this with the starter but i forgot ada's password and locked myself out of her account... HOW DO U FEEL ABOUT A VISITING NOBLE HOUSE FROM A NEIGHBORING COUNTRY with their cute daughter staying in the garden house...

[maliwans]

I'M HERE!!!

YEYEYE lmk if this is no good... or if you have any specific ideas

[meatchunks]

[ It's easy to see why this place is called The Fridge. It's cold. Really cold. And considering that he doesn't seem to notice, care, or consider putting on a sweater, Krieg is almost thankful that they can hardly go ten feet without hitting a pack of rats - at least the blood is warm. Kind of.

On the other hand, he sort of wishes that they didn't have to be constantly bathed in the blood of their enemies when she's around. Sure, she seems to appreciate it - does more than her fair share of killing bad guys, too, and damn, she's good at it - but sometimes he wishes he could leave a better impression. One that isn't "screeching bloodthirsty maniac." ]

SQUEEZE YOUR EYEBALLS AND WITNESS THE TRUTH! THE BLOOD. IS. DELICIOUS!

[ Right. Hey, big guy, you're stomping all over those flowers we're supposed to be picking.

Yeah. The worst part - they're down here getting flowers for Scooter, of all people. Why are flowers even growing in a place like this, anyway? If they get paid, it's fine... Hopefully, she'll notice he's over here stomping their quarry out before they don't even get that. ]

[discardia]

Come at me, bro

[heartsteals]

[ It takes a while, but things do end up sorting themselves out in the end. London puts itself back together, and the rest of the world manages to hold it together; give it a few months, and it'll be like civilization was never at stake in the first place. Their friends have dispersed to chase their happiness - though they're not separated for good, assuredly - and Lupin and Cardia are left as the last two standing in Saint-Germain's mansion. Frankly, for all his planning, he'd never actually given much thought as to what he'd do once he'd sorted all this terrorism business out; presumably, he'd go back to Paris and figure out what the famous phantom thief's next goal should be.

Which ended up being partially right. He was going back to Paris... but only for a little while. And as for his next goal - well, he'd already thought of one. But he could worry about that later.

Without the threat of destruction hanging (somewhat literally) over their heads, Lupin had decided that Cardia ought to get out and see the world a little bit. Why not start with his hometown? He wouldn't deny that it was a bit of a selfish choice on his part - he wanted to bring her to his 'home,' even if he didn't have family to meet her, and it just so happens that home is the most romantic city on the planet, and he may or may not have a certain question he plans on popping to her, ahem - but she was hardly opposed to the idea. When the big steel fins of the steam-powered ferry come to a halt and they step off onto the docks, he's quick to loop an arm around her waist, both to keep them from getting separated in the departing crowd and to draw her in a bit closer. ]

And here we are. I cordially welcome you to Paris, madamemoiselle. [ he's putting on his usual airs, but there's an excited twinkle in his eye that he can't hide. ] The city of love! A whole different world, compared to London.

[ And that's not much of an exaggeration. Steel London is the industrial capital of Europe, but Paris has the arts: the banks of the Seine where they stand are lined with delicate gilded fences and white stone, with regal buildings and tall, ornamented towers rising not far beyond them. In the setting sun, even the clouds of steam puffing out of this and that structure seem to shine gold. Lupin props his free hand on his hip. ]

Ah, this is pretty nostalgic...

flings fluff here

[learnings]

[It's not as though being on the march is reason alone to stop for Valentine's Day (St. Elimine's Day? idk i'm rolling with it). They're fighting a war, they don't have time for things like holidays!! The end of the world might be a thing, etc etc, you know how it goes.

Still, Nino hears about the holiday from the other girls, from Rebecca tittering over it to Florina, who looks more alarmed than anything. A holiday where you give candies or chocolate to the people you care about and love, huh...

Nino's thoughtful as she helps Merlinus out in his tent, and he notices; when he hears the story from her, he gifts her a very small box of chocolates "to give to that special someone".

Which. Well. That resolves one problem. The other problem is--]

Um, Jaffar...?

[Giving Jaffar said chocolates.

Right.

This is fine.]

NICE

[killerfang]

[ Meanwhile, Jaffar has no idea that this holiday even exists - Nergal wasn't exactly into celebrations of romance - and he certainly doesn't have many friends around to tell him about it. Any buzz about camp goes straight over his head. He spends the day exactly the way he spends most of his other days: doing whatever odd jobs are required of him, eating when he's expected to, lurking about and trying to keep out of peoples' way, and ... well, worrying about Nino. Only a little, though. The Hurricane told him he should really give a teenage girl her space, and so, he's tried to cut back on following her around like her shadow.

So she'll find him simply sitting in their tent, sitting on the ground and sharpening the blade of one of his daggers on a whetstone. He's not surprised to see her, but he does notice she seems a little hesitant - and, naturally, that immediately makes him nervous. Did he do something wrong? Has she grown tired of him? She's always been kind to him, but he couldn't blame her... ]

Nino. What is it?

[ not that any of that really shows up on his expressionless-as-usual face. ]

u thought it was paindora but it was actually paindora vampires

[animatedly]

[it's time for a steampunk victorian?? au?? thing?? we can never escape the Victorian era no matter what i guess... IF NOT VICTORIAN AU then somewhere else where Noe can plaster his face against a glass window and gape like a peasant.]

Incredible...! Such a display! I've only heard stories, but to be seeing this with my own eyes...

[what is he looking at... maybe a restaurant?? maybe the glitzy exterior of a scandalous cabaret... maybe at a tower of macarons"... or maybe the truly fearsome animatronic display of Chuck E. Cheeses... (choose fluff or horror sibbu) WHATEVER IT IS, Noe is officially Enthralled.]

[unfortunately, it's too bad he can't be Enthralled on his Own. he immediately reaches out to grab the sleeve of his unfortunate companion or bystander, forgetting in his excitement to exercise the genteel manners he's been brought up to have because CHUCK E. CHEESES!! AMAZING!!! ]

[IMMEDIATELY]

Let's go in.

i can't escape

[heartsteals]

[ it's okay i'll just play my steampunk victorian so it all works out?!

naturally, what they're looking at is a selection of horrible animatronics. Considering the time period, they're probably considerably more horrible than might be considered acceptable today. Now, Lupin's best friend might be a tinkerer, but if Impey ever produced something like this, he decides he'd need to destroy it immediately. ]

Uh... Do people really find this kind of thing cute? [ he tries to keep neutral and open-minded but his expression reads Clear Distaste. For all of five seconds. ] -- Wait, what? Go in?!

[ HE'S ADVENTUROUS BUT IS THERE EVEN ANYTHING TO STEAL IN THIS DEN OF EVIL OTHER THAN CHEAP PIZZA?? ]

[uncustomary]

SLAMS DOWN HANDS hello sib, beech is here with my oc to idk summon your oc so they can have fun occulty demon times i guess!!!!

[siberia]

i have notifs on this post turned off so i don't get 2 e-mails every time i get any tags and i NEVER SAW THIS I AM SO SORRY!!!!!! i'm full of disappointments today for you apparently

I AM STILL HERE TO GIVE YOU MY GUN-HEAD DEMON THOUGH IF YOU'RE INTO IT. he's basically a wrath demon who thrives on acts of violence and anger and he usually inhabits a weapon as a poltergeist / isn't visible in demon form to anyone but his summoner!! DOES THAT SOUND OKAY! would he fit into your fuzzbutt's world somehow...

gimme dat lupin

[jokered]

[mementos definitely isn't... the nicest place. a space in what essential exists as the world of people's hearts—the people of tokyo, buried in an alternate realm beneath shibuya station, it's definitely eerie. phantom trains that pass on the platform, train tracks that aren't quite right, and a general atmosphere of wrongness that is only exacerbated by the existence of shadows.]

Our target's here somewhere. [it's a heist, though definitely not a traditional one. there's a shadow of a person somewhere here, someone who is twisted by selfish desire and needs a change.

so of course, what does a phantom thief do?

...they steal the heart of a person like that. and right now, there's really no better partner than lupin for something like that, he thinks.

(he's hype, because he's always hype about things like that.)]

GLADLY

[heartsteals]

[ he's been in scarier places - at least, that's what he's convinced himself, and even if this place was scary, he's not the type to show it at all! He's Arsene Lupin, for Pete's sake. Circumstances are strange, but he's taking it all in stride, and, frankly, it's rather impressive. Perhaps it's because there's a sense of belonging about it all: this world, this situation, and the teenage boy he finds himself with, too. He may not recognize the landscape, but he recognizes him, somehow, his thoughts, his intentions, and that odd sense of familiarity - a connection - keeps him from being lost here.

The task is nothing he's not ready for, either. Stealing hearts? He could do it with his eyes closed. With a crooked grin, he nods, tipping his hat towards Akira. His excitement is palpable (perhaps moreso for Lupin) and mirrors his own eagerness. Stealing had always been a performance as much as a way of life for him, after all. ]

But you don't know where, right? [ definitely not traditional. still. ] Well, that's fine. Your loyal Lupin has a success rate of 100%, and that won't be changing tonight.

I'm here for the cat

[cakemyheart]

[ In all honesty, Ann doesn't know just how many times Morgana has been deprived of sushi. Except you'd have to be denser than Ryuji not to pick up on just how often the cat-who-claimed-not-to-be-a-cat clamored for it.

Which is why she's stepping into Leblanc and toting a bag along with her. With Sojiro's bemused nod of acquiescence (and she's so glad he accepts that the cat talks and has very strong opinions, even if he doesn't know what those opinions are), she's calling up the stairs-- ]

Morgaaaana! You home?

and the cat is here for YOU

[neyouze]

[ you're about to make his whole week, Ann. In an unusual turn of events, Morgana is still at home in the cafe while Akira is elsewhere. Naturally, he'd protested being left in the house all day, but his roommate had insisted that he needed some actual alone time once in a while, and... Well, he couldn't really argue with that, and he was too proud to whine about how bored he was going to be stuck inside the attic.

So here he is. Bored and stuck inside the attic. At this point, he's explored every nook and cranny of Leblanc to exhaustion, and there's little else for him to do but sleep; he's the picture of an ordinary housecat this afternoon, curled up on his "master's" bed and napping the day away. That picture shatters instantly when he hears Ann's voice calling for him and leaps up to respond. ]

-- Lady Ann!! You came to see me?! [ he sounds extremely excited about this, despite the fact that he was asleep a few seconds ago - is this the first time this has happened?! It might be! His little black head pokes out of the door at the top of the stairs, and he peers down at Ann, almost seeming to smile. As much as a cat can. ]

come at me Akechi

[intothefrei]

[ I don't have a starter idea at 7 AM yet though, but I wanna play with him ]

LET ME KNOW IF THIS IS NO GOOD

[unwantable]

[ he's not expecting to come back. Quite frankly, he's a little disappointed.

Disappointed when he finds his consciousness come clawing back out of the black nothingness his mind had plunged into after that bulkhead had closed between him and them - one final door slamming shut, cutting off whatever last wretched shred of hope there might have been for normalcy. As it should be. As he knew it would be. He'd made enough stupid, stupid, stupid choices leading up to this point, and believing for half a second that he'd have another chance was the last of them. He died in there, wrong, trapped, as always, in some shitty dark corner of someone else's home. Should have died. Should have.

But death in the cognitive world is a funny thing - he knows better than anyone, really, how a person can be broken in that world. Maybe Shido just didn't believe that he was that great of a shot, and so the snarling-laughing pretty boy detective pointing a gun in his face had somehow (somehow!) missed the killshot. That would be pathetic, and thus, fitting. He'd "woken up," in some sense of the word - he doesn't know where he was, other than outside, and his consciousness was so tattered from the mental strain of being cognitively destroyed in someone else's mind that he hardly remembers how he got to where he is. There's blood in his eyes and in his mouth (just like he'd seen happen to all the others when he did it) and it's all he can do to shamble towards something familiar, some place that some corner of his lizard brain vaguely recognizes. Anything to get away from everything.

He doesn't really knock at the door as much as slump at it bodily with a thump. Is it a blessing or a curse that Makoto will be the one at home, and not Sae? Leblanc is the only place that might have welcomed the sight of him, but he's not that lucky - he never was. ]

monamona for spoilery goodness

[jokered]

[it was rough.

the whole interrogation had been rough, with spotty memories only filling in as most of the effects of the drug began to clear—and even at that, the worst feeling was trying to stay awake through the pain for the drive home. the entire taxi ride is a vague blur of memories clearing, intense pain, wanting to pass out (and maybe vomit) while sae talked to him constantly to make sure he remained conscious.

everything after getting out of the taxi was even more of a blur. the blinding pain as sojiro practically carried him upstairs, the faint sounds of takemi's voice (and familiar hands, thanks to so many clinical trials) and the bright light in his eyes when she checked his pupils...

and morgana. of course, morgana would be there, in his room, in leblanc where he belongs. and while so much was a blur, akira could remember the feeling of soft fur being nudged against his hand—a cat-like move of comfort.

(or maybe that had just been a dream, he's not sure.)

and then it was blank. no dreams; just total blackness as his body worked out the drugs in his system, tried to rest after the entire ordeal in jail, and the early stages of trying to recover from those injuries. it's a lot. it's especially a lot as the early afternoon light is filtering into the room. akira starts to awaken, and...

god, it's like he got hit by a truck and dragged for sixteen blocks. the pain is agonizing, his head is throbbing, the bandaging feels itchy and in the back of his mind, he knows he needs to pull it together by the time school lets out at 4:30, because everyone is going to be there to see him and fill sae in on the missing details, and he needs to... well, mask the worst of this so they don't worry any more than necessary.

he groans quietly as all of this hits him, though the last thing he expects when his eyes open and blearily try to focus... is morgana, sitting right there on his pillow with him.

sup, morgana.]

[neyouze]

[ He'd had faith in the Phantom thieves - in Futaba, and especially in Akira - and he'd believed with full confidence in their ability to pull this ridiculous heist off. If he didn't, then the others might falter, too, and if that happened, then Akira might really die. Even if Morgana isn't the leader, he knows that the others look to him for advice when it comes to the Metaverse. So he has to be certain that it will work.

But even if he'd been confident, it was still risky as hell. They'd all been terrified waiting to hear what would actually become of their fearless (seriously fearless) leader. When they learned - when he finally came stumbling home - Morgana got to feel relief and horror simultaneously. Yes, he was alive - but he'd never looked so awful before. He'd seen Akira beaten and burned and knocked around by Shadows plenty of times; somehow, though, the brutal results of their fellow humans' handiwork on him in the real world were much worse. And in the real world, there was next to nothing he could do. Admitting it is painful... but he's just a cat.

And all a cat can offer is comfort. So that's what Morgana has been doing as best he can - being comforting. He hasn't left Akira's side since he came back, despite Takemi advising that maybe they should keep the cat away from him (she doesn't know that he knows better.) He's been barely conscious the entire time, if not straight up unconscious, so maybe he's not doing anything at all. Nonetheless, Morgana stays there, laying on the bed, drifting in and out of sleep, himself, in between watching him. Making sure he's still breathing.

He smells like blood and chemicals to Morgana's finely-tuned nose. Adults really are terrible. How could they do this to him...?

Akira's groan is what rouses Morgana from his catnap, resting beside him on the pillow - not quite close enough to touch him, for fear of irritating one of his many injuries, but enough for his presence to be felt. Is he actually awake? Cautiously, Morgana tilts his head at him, ears perking up. ]

Are you up...?

i can't believe i'm doing this but also somehow i can (monamona)

[entails]

[Celine's having a Bad Day.

Teleportation is nothing new; she's a witch's familiar, she'd be pretty bad at her job if she couldn't even manage that much. Teleportation gone wrong is... eh, it's not great, but she was with Emma all throughout her training years, and she's used to the occasional mishap.

Teleportation to another world entirely, on the other hand, is just not good at all.

It's not like her world is particularly backwards when it comes to technology, but Shibuya is still off the charts in comparison; she dodges cars and hordes of people and hisses angrily when someone trods on her tail, and knows only one thing--she's gotta get out of the way and away from all of these people.

Which is why she's eventually going to find herself in a back alley on sore paws (probably admittedly not too far from the Airsoft shop, not that she knows it) and grumbling loudly to herself in a way that is...well, distinctly not cat-like, at least as far as language is concerned.]

Oooh, I can't believe those brutes! Don't they know to watch where they're walking? Honestly, how do they survive as a species, tromping around like that! Ooh, I just can't stand it!

[She should probably pipe down, most cats don't. You know. Talk. Though in her favor, she at least (mistakenly) thinks she's alone.]

amazing..........

[neyouze]

[ Morgana has not been teleported to another world. He has, however, been transported from Yongen-jaya to Shibuya (via Akira's backpack) before being dropped off so that Akira could go do... something on his own. Honestly, he's a little worried - is he going on a date? Is he doing something shady with Iwai? Is he going on a shady date with Iwai? - but he's not such a nag that he's going to keep the guy from getting some alone time every once in a while. For now, he'll just mind his own business and slowly make his way back over to Leblanc if he gets bored. Maybe someone will take pity on him and give him a snack if he plays his cards right.

Tragically, neither thing has happened, and he'd look like any other Tokyo alley cat if it wasn't for the collar around his neck. He's hungry. The one good thing is that it hasn't started raining - the skies look a bit threatening, and the forecast wasn't great, and he really, really doesn't want to get caught in the rain --

-- or get beaten up by other cats?! He's lost in his thoughts, doesn't hear her talking, and when he turns the corner and sees another cat, he freezes in his tracks. Well. "Another" cat. He's never actually had to interact with one -- he thought he heard some angry noises before, but he attributed it to the crowd, but she looks really mad! Morgana's ears flip back, and he looks nervous. ]

Uh, hold on...! N... nya? [ he tries meowing. Politely.

Surely the other cat will understand. ]

[bestaround]

poses sexily, gimme some toobs

how can i resist a sexy pose... nier: automata spoilers in this thread for anyone looking

[undeserved]

[ after everything that happened, it's shockingly easy to slip back into routine. Or, perhaps, it's too easy to slip back into routine, and that's exactly why she does it. The Resistance subsists; she aids them. The Bunker is a bundle of debris orbiting around the planet, the humans are extinct, the machines are no longer a threat, yet 2B remains standing, against all odds, an android gravitating towards a directive - though the world has opened wide in front of her, it's difficult to stray from her core purpose.

Save for the most major purpose, of course. It would be more accurate to say that they aid the Resistance now. She doesn't dare question the miracle that's allowed her to survive and to travel now with him ever at her side; there is the (irrational, she knows, but it remains) fear that if she examines this reality too closely, it will shatter into pieces right before her eyes. So she doesn't. She does what she always does: she works, and she does her best to distance herself from the problem.

It's futile, of course. There are countless things she still needs to discuss with him. To apologize for. They haven't discussed it much - the truth of their relationship that she's certain he already knows. The more her anxious thoughts sit inside her without release, the more they unsettle her. He's probably already noticed it; he's always been perceptive. But maybe he's afraid of shattering this fragile reality, too. ]

Looks like we'll have to find another way down.

[ there's an enormous piece of the Bunker before them - when the space station had been destroyed, it had fallen from orbit, along with all of its technology and supplies. There was plenty on board that could be useful if scavenged. But things were rarely so easy. Case in point: the massive building-like chunk of steel they were aiming for is currently submerged beneath a few hundred feet of seawater. The seasons are as chaotic and irregular as ever, and right now, they've seen fit to dump an ocean's worth of rain on this end of the continent, soaking both the two androids - and, apparently, their quarry, too. ]

[retr0]

come to me claptrap i'm here to bring you a friend

HELL YEA

[randomized]

Psst... Hey! Hey, buddy! Wake up! Wake up! Pleeeease wake up!

[ this is accompanied by poking and prodding with someone's small, pointy hands. Claptrap's small, pointy hands. Maybe Marcus is taking a midday nap, or maybe it's literally 7 in the morning? Who knows. Either way, he's sleeping, and that seems to not be in line with Claptrap's current desires, who is shaking and poking him to the best of his abilities.

It is worth noting that he doesn't live here. But he sure is here right now. ]

rub a dub dub steampunk in the tub

[heartsteals]

[ as it turns out, there are some advantages to having Saint-Germain's mansion to themselves for a while. Sure, it's lonely, and the house seems awfully empty with just the two of them at times - but, on the other hand, Lupin can suggest things like taking a bath together and not have to worry about anyone other than Sisi barging in on them. (Which wouldn't actually be a bad thing, honestly.) So that's exactly what he's decided to do tonight. It had taken a bit of persuading on his part - even if Cardia never cared about baring her Horologium, she always seemed skittish when it came to seeing him in any state of undress - but what kind of gentleman thief would he be if he couldn't sweet-talk his lover into a little bit of romance?

Well. If she'd really been opposed, he wouldn't have pushed it, but he didn't think she was. And Lupin never does anything halfway. There are candles. There are bubbles. There are even rose petals in and around the bath. And there is one phantom thief sitting up to his chest in the water, waiting for his lovely lady to make her appearance. Sometimes, he just wants to spoil her a little - and he doesn't think anyone would blame him. She's a girl who never had anything; he can't help wanting to go overboard and give her everything. ]

Come on in! The water's fine. I'll even look away if you're feeling shy.

[discardia]

[ Considering Cardia is fully enclosed in a fluffy bathrobe (because even the bathrobes in this mansion have to be stupidly luxurious), there's most certainly some shyness going on. Which is silly, she knows, because Lupin has never had an issue with her in any form or state, but there's still a wide gap between his level of confidence and hers.

At the same time, she does know how much he wants to spend more time together with her, and Cardia wants the same. Which is why now, she bites her lip slightly, looking more at the rose petals floating on the water than the man sitting in it, and lets the robe gently ease to the floor.

She's in the water faster than Impey firing out a pick-up line. ]

I-it's fine, if it's you.

hey bitch

[throning]

[ it's not often that the servants of the garibaldi household are forced to witness mejojo storming through the foyer, red staining white, tail stiff and straight and his teeth gritted. nobody knows what quite happened to the man, but this is...

the most evidently frazzled he's been in some time.

from the stairwell, he roars: ]

Auger! Where are you...!?

[ if there is any desperation in his voice, he swallows it down. ]

Brother. [ mejojo brings his hand against the railing of the stairwell, harshly enough for it resound throughout the house. ] Brother!

what did you just say to me bïtch

[baaaaka]

[ it's not uncommon for Auger to turn the place upside down looking for his brother. The reverse, though? That almost never happens. It's enough to shake even the laziest cat prince out of his afternoon nap. Even though he's roused from his sleep pretty much instantly (he learned to sleep lightly at a young age), he takes his time actually responding. Firstly, because he almost fell out of his bed, and he's a little annoyed about it.

Secondly, because if Mejojo is yelling for him like this, it's probably because he did something Mejojo doesn't agree with. Now, he can't remember doing anything in particular... but that doesn't always matter. Even Auger doesn't know everything that might set off his temper.

Nevertheless, he appears after a few moments, buttoning the last few buttons at the top of his vest as he glances up the stairs. ]

What? What's the matter? I was having a really good dream.

[ despite his casual-as-ever words, a quick assessment of his brother's appearance leads him to believe that something serious actually happened, and his voice is a bit stiffer in concern. ]

scream what are we doing I just don't know

[misstrust]

[ Ange hadn't specified where to wait with the car, just to have it waiting and she'd find her soon enough. And soon enough, for Ange, meant "under thirty minutes", so when she receives no such visit and it's been nearly an hour, Dorothy can't help but entertain the thought that maybe she should go in herself. It's only supposed to be a scouting mission, and Ange isn't someone who'd be distracted by the vast amounts of wealth their current target boasted, so it has to be something else that's keeping her.

But no sooner does she think that then instinct prompts her to glance up quickly, towards the figure descending towards her. Top hat, fluttering cape-- that's enough to convince her, and Dorothy revs up the engine, waits for the tell-tale thump of her partner entering the car, and floors it. ]

What the hell, Ange! You almost had me worried, taking so long! What, did you run into a--

[ But as she glances over her shoulder, it's to realize that-- ]

Wait, who--?!

[ THAT IS A MAN. ]

WE'LL FIGURE IT OUT!!!

[heartsteals]

[ It's important for a gentleman thief to always be one step ahead of his opponent. In this case, he'd thought his opponent was the owner of the ill-gotten diamonds he's currently carrying in a case under his arm, but he quickly learned there was another faction to tangle with that, frankly, he didn't know anything about. Fortunately, he was still one step ahead - they were just scouting, but him? He'd sent a calling card to the owner of this place days ago, and he'd had the whole building mapped out the week before that.

All that had changed was his escape route. He was expecting this car to be empty, but it's clearly not... which actually might work out in his favor. Lupin lands, and, without missing a beat, tips his hat towards the lady driver. ]

Pardon me, madamoiselle, but I have need of your services. Take the next right, if you please.