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[deadlyjuliet]

[The journal clicks on with the sound of a chainsaw dying away in the background.]

Augh, Will, are we done yet? I swear, this sea water is wrecking havoc on my--

...

[The sound of water and waves and not much else follows for a moment.]

Where...? ...! Where are all the bodies?! And the ice?! WILLIAM, DID YOU JUST LEAVE ME IN THIS BOAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ATLANTIC?! WILL?! RONALD! Ronald Knox, so help me, if you took off just because of a little overtime, I am going to---!! Ugh! Will! Wii---

...ngs?

...Why.....do I have wings? ...WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS MY SHIRT?!

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[redjacketthief]

It only it were that easy... [The topic's only become his raison d'etre.]

Arsene Lupin III. You'll be able to find me because I really like my red coat. Yours?

[deadlyjuliet]

If only. Red is a lovely color, isn't it? I find it's particularly beautiful myself...

[Ahn, French.] Monsieur Lupin, a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Or something of the like. Grell Sutcliffe, of London, at your disposal.

[redjacketthief]

Red's bright. It grabs the attention. I like grabbing people's attention.

...I'd say 'welcome to our humble little enclosure,' Mr. Suttcliff, but there's some major flaws with this place and I'd be lying if I said it was all sunshine and sparkles. It's not too bad, if your straights at home leave you worse off, but it's smaller than Brussels and much more quiet...

Tell your ride that we can meet by the fountain. This place gets really confusing, even with the guide.

[deadlyjuliet]

Then we are birds of the same feather, I see. Red is the color of passion, of love, of hatred and desire~! But I do ask you call me, Miss, if you please. Just so we are on the same page of this play, hm?

I shall inform him whene-- ....Ahn, it seems he is here.

[redjacketthief]

All righty then, Miss. We'll do that for now, but you don't need to keep up the act around here. I'm kind of an actor by trade, and I can do female roles pretty damn well, but keeping it up all the time just gets tiresome.

...We can talk later if your birdie's arrived. Remember: The Fountain. I'll have a cup of hot tea for you. British style, right? Black with milk?

[deadlyjuliet]

It's not an act. It's a life choice.

Ah, but that is for later. Yes, British style, if you please. The...bluebird seems to be landing.

[redjacketthief]

Yeah...[He is so confused...]

We'll talk in town then, Miss Suttfliff. I'll have tea and...some kind of food waiting. Have fun with the birdie~

[deadlyjuliet]

Mmhm. See you then, Monsieur Lupin.