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Let winter go out with a bang

Who: Everyone who wants to join in!
What: Snow Sculpture Competition
When: Early afternoon around 11am-6pm
Where: Just outside the town square
Summary: Snow sculpture competition! How good are your skills?
Rating: PG

If anyone is walking by today past the outer edges of the town they'll notice large snow pillars holding up a banner. Its white with dark blue letters painted on it that say "Luceti's first Snow Sculpture Competition!" Beyond said pillars is an open space large enough for numerous people to gather around and make things to their hearts content. Off to the side will be tons of tables set-up holding hot beverages and foods and the like to keep the cold out and everyone energized as they work on their sculptures.

A simple, fun, little competition to make use of all the snow they've gotten this year. And who knows it might end up in more than just a competition (a snowball fight perhaps?) anything is possible in Luceti after all.

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No, James Bond isn't here...my girlfriend just happens to like his films and has a stash of them. I'll...probably end up camping in her room and watching them sometime soon, since my doctor will do something unethical otherwise.

[He casts her a sidelong glance, clearly amused by her discomfort.]

Her rooms on the top level though. So's her equipment. If you want to watch, I'm gonna need to haul all that down...

and we don't need you breaking your oath. I'm gonna need a few hands.

Unethical, illegal, immortal, and entirely warranted if you continue to wander around like this. No stressful physical activity means exactly that. None. [A casual reach out to the side, a quick tug on Lupin's earlobe. No smack, no pat, no snark, just an honest comment and a teasing gesture.]

No need to haul everything down Lupin. I'll be busy the next few days, or rather, I'll be hiding. I've no desire to be wrapped up in any kind of shift induced romance. At all.

You're asking me to do nothing then. Riiight. Is you head screwed on straight? [This...was the wierdest teasing gesture he'd experienced it. It was completely unlike Jigen's random but brotherly headlocks and more reminiscent of a displeased school teacher...except for that smile.

While Adele claimed that Lupin would be the death of her, he was starting to wonder if she would be the same to him.]

...Yeah. I'll be laying low too. I don't have the patience for romance right now. [Not with Fujiko mallynapped, and especially not with every woman in Luceti being more willing to lecture or kick than flirt.]

Last I checked? Yes. I know it's antithetical for you but the more you are out and about Lupin, the worse it is going to be, the longer it will take to heal. So if you are resting, just. Resting, in your room for...three days in a row. Just three days. I will see what I can do about getting someone with healing magic up to you to knit your ribs.

[It wasn't much, since she didn't know of many that could perform that kind of magic, but...asking him to be still for the weeks on end it would take him to heal on his own would drive him crazy.]

One catastrophe of a relationship is enough for me, thank you. Anything shift induced will not end well. [Adele snorts.] Were they truly sadistic they'd bind me to Stark.

I'll...see what I can do. [He didn't like the idea of sitting still, though he had a feeling he'd probably sleep for most of that time, and was even more wary of the idea of someone using magic on him. Sure, he'd seen Grune's display, and had Daisy channel Nala on him, but it was still unnerving.

He didn't want to become reliant on something he didn't want to keep, in any case.]

I've got my girl, Fujiko. She's...been mallynapped, and she'd be pissed if she comes back to me having slept with another woman on her. You don't want to see her pissed. She has these PPKs, a couple of Thompsons, and knives left and right.

...and I'll kill Stark myself if they put you and him together. [he's gonna kill Stark anyway...pfft. Loopy.]

Two days? One? More than three hours straight? [Adele sighs and shakes her head, rubbing her face with a hand. There was no way Lupin could be still, not even for his ribs. The past week was a testament to that. She'd just...have to sneak out without running into anyone to check up on him.]

So someone else to give me more work in the village. I would ask if there were any sane individuals left here but...[She shrugs, finishes her cider, and sets her cub down next to her. That last bit though caught her attention.

Adele turns to face Lupin, brow quirked.] I confess to being somewhat surprised at your vehemence, even with the nickname he gave you.

C'est impossible, desole. [He drains his cup and shrugs again. Stillness was paramount to sin for him, and something he'd never really be comfortable with.]

Fujiko...know's what she's doing, but she's been here for a long enough time that you can see it wearing on her. [Pointed look.] And I'm sorry, Tonton just strikes me as a fratboy with a big gun who shouldn't be the hero he claims to be. If we weren't here, I'd find a way to ruin him in a second, for the fun of it.

[In the end, though, he's aware that Tony is as much a player as he is. His friends were all gained through mutual attempts a murder--maybe anything with Tony will have a better end than anticipated.]

I will have to send you home with more painkillers, if you persist in moving about so much.

[Adele listens with open interest, curious about the woman that Lupin cares about, he she knew through the novels, and Jigen through one night of sobering up. Zenigata she'd met, but Fujiko and Goemon were mysteries to her. But were they his contemporaries? They must be remarkable individuals indeed.]

I would almost dare you to do as much here, were it not for your ribs. Later, maybe. It would be funny to watch.

I'll remember you said that, Dellie. My memory is pretty good too! [putting it lightly...]

And that might be a good idea on your part. Very thorough. [Getting him to remember to take them, though, is another story.]

I suppose I'll have to remind you as well, since you've been lax in taking those I already gave you. [A message every morning will do the trick. Maybe. Or it would irritated him. Hm.]

Yeah. Don't do that. [He's smiling, though. Annoying, yes. But it's also nice knowing someone cares at least a little bit.]

If I don't, you won't take them, you'll be in more pain than you need to and then you'll be wandering the village, pissed because you're tired and angry, and causing trouble. Perhaps enough that you'll be injured, again, and it will take even longer for your to recover. So.

[A pointed look.] I will remind you by whatever means necessary.

Dellie. Remember those bullet scars? I took down a dictator a week after getting one of those. This? It's nothing.

[smile.] Do whatever makes you feel better though.

You did not have me on hand at the time, Lupin. If you are to do- [She sighs and lowers her voice.] If you are to do anything about finding a way out? You need to be well. I don't doubt you could do it thus injured, or far, far worse. But at the moment this is all I can do to help. Let me.

I'd rather you were well. Please.

...you don't know what I'm going to do or not going to do. [She was perceptive, uncannily so. It made him uncomfortable, made him waver.

Instinct said to bail, keep his distance, but his rational thinking knew that she'd just follow him anyway. He sighs--so much to think about!]

Fine, fine. I'll be good. For a while.

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True. [She's quiet a moment, digging a small hole into the snow between them. Just. Something for her to do with her hands since she's quit smoking. It's only when she blinks she realizes it could be a very tiny grave, and that pulls a rueful laugh out of her.]

I'd help all the same. You know that. Do you really believe you're the only one who cannot stand this? Were I able I'd find my own way out. I can't. All I can do is help those that can.

[She looks back over, relaxing a little at his acceptance. A soft nod and she's less weighted. At least for the moment.]

You know, Dellie... [He pauses, watching her hands and listening to her words. The sentiment was very appreciated, but his skewed moral compass still gave him reason to waver.

He didn't like not being certain. It wasn't a good mentality, especially under these circumstances.]

I'm starting to think that it'll be the reverse, and that you'll be the death of me.

Not if I can help it. Why risk your neck for a dead woman Lupin? As far as pawns go I'm fairly expendable. [Not self depreciating, not accusing, just stating a fact.]

Besides. I'd be a terrible doctor if I got my patients killed doing something stupid.

....

[dammit, she saw through him and got right down to it! He was busy making allies in this place--those weren't the same as friends.

he may as well be a chess player, for all of his planning.

He pulls himself into a standing position, painfully determined to get his body moving again. He was getting that feeling again, that restlessness, that lingering weight in his chest of his frustration and determination. He'd find an answer--a good one.

For everyone.]

...People do stupid thing all the time, Adele. Look at the history books if you want proof. People live and die as easily as they breathe...

but no one is that expendable.

[Eventually she'll learn to keep her comments to herself. Maybe. It was odd to see him struck silent from something she knew to be true, and had stated as such. Of all the allies to be made here, she was the least useful for his purposes. He and his were accustomed to working without a medic, and that was her one skill currently. If he had to sacrifice a pawn, she wouldn't mind it, or blame him for the move. It was the logical choice.

She stands with him, not quite reaching out to help, though she wants to. It's plain on her face, but now? Now it wouldn't be welcome.]

You would be surprised Lupin. [Now her smile is a little bitter, but without accusation. For now, she was. And that was something she could accept.]

[He watches her, serious but unwavering. Carefully, hesitantly, he drops a hand onto her shoulder.]

Dellie, just stop. You're putting me in an awkward position here. [He leans in, as if they were flirting, and continues speaking sotto voce.] The less people who know things, the better. Less chance of info getting out, less chance of things being sabotaged.

...I like you decent enough, okay? You're a good person. I don't want to see you used against me. If I need you in on something, I'll let you know.

[Even when it was very obviously telegraphed. Even when it was Lupin, even today? She still flinches. It's subtle, but present. Adele drops her head a moment, listening. Things she already knew. Things she'd considered. Possibilities that would have to be planned around. Nothing that hadn't crossed her mind at least several times before she ever went to ask Lupin if he was planning anything.

Though that. The last. That pulls a real bitter laugh from her, and she has to look up again. He didn't have to like her to use her. He didn't know her well enough to tell if she was a good person. And they didn't know each other well enough for her to be a liability to him in any way.]

I'm not. Good, Lupin. I haven't been for years. But. [That flash of misery, that very brief moment of vulnerability was tucked away behind a placid mask.] Just. Put me where you need me, when you need me there. You won't have to explain.

[He's got good instincts when it comes to girls--he can tell if one is good or not, especially after as many conversations as they've had. Rougish knave or not, he had a knack for reading people. Her basic nature didn't go unnoticed, nor did her reaction to the sudden touch and the underlying harshness of his words.

He pockets his hands, removing physical contact yet simultaneously distancing himself.]

I'm not that kind of guy, Adele. [He doesn't use people for the sake of using them, not without reason, and not without informing them somewhere along the line. There was a deep fragility to her, hidden under the barbs and the wit...

Though he didn't want to involve her, he would have no other options if she kept on involving herself.]

You would be the first I've known in your line of work that isn't, Lupin. [Soft and only slightly uncertain. A thief that is kind and gregarious? It's possible. Very rare, but possible. Lupin could very well mean what it is he says. It's quite likely that he does. She's just not quite willing to trust it yet. Past experiences have...made such a gesture difficult.

Remy. Bartholomew. Degas. Others, more than she could count. None of them meant to, none of them intended harm, and yet, well. Adele takes a deep breath and reaches for whatever it is she gains when she speaks to Ben. Her ability to let things go. This fear, this wariness. Lupin didn't deserve it. He's done nothing to deserve it.

A heartbeat, two, and she's managed to let go a little. Not all, but...enough for her to manage a faint smile and mean it.] And yet? I do not doubt you in the slightest.

I'm Lupin III, you better not doubt me! [There's a smile, there's humor, but he's serious. The one thing he knew no one could ever take from him was his faith in his friends, and his desire for people to have the same faith in him.]

Just trust me, okay? That's all I ask for. If I need you, I'll let you know. You don't need to worry, so stop anticipating actions that aren't even on the horizon. It's not good for you--you'll get wrinkles from worrying so much!

[He makes jokes as easily as he breathes, but her anxiety was problematic and potentially a liability if he told her more at this point in time. However highly she spoke of her experiences in pathing her world's criminal underground, it left something with her. He was a nice man; he couldn't allow something like that to continue if he could help it.]

Let winter go out with a bang

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