Arsene Lupin III had taken a wrong turn somewhere west of Albequerque, as the most famed prophet of the 20th Century, Bugs Bunny, would have said. He didn't know how, but instead of the usual lush carpets and heady atmosphere, he found himself standing in a bar that reminded him of those Prohibition-era speakeasys. All that was missing was some
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Zexion would make his way into the bar seeing as he had no other viable options. His face was clearly flushed, this not at all what he wanted to do with his evening. He would soon slump into a chair looking shyly up at Lupin. His tone when speaking however didn't reflect his shyness, it showed irritation "Yes, something to make me forget tonight even happened would be lovely." The way Zexion spoke would reflect his intelligence, it would be clear he wasn't from around wherever this scenario was taking place. Really he had more in common with an educated Englishman, or in this case perhaps a well educated Englishwoman.
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Lupin himself was perfectly capable of disguising as a woman as well, and has done so with glee. Although, for his puposes, it was usually for infiltration or espionage, and involved a good deal of tech to make the guise perfect.
"...Is there anything in particular you'd like?" He asked mildly, in that accent he decided to don with his attire. Although, he could feel the air of a New Yorker slipping subtly. He would need to work on that. "Or, would ya prefer 'dealer's choice?'"
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"Honestly? I'd rather take your choice and relax in a room. It'll be nice to relax in a room where I have to worry about certain pirate companions of mine coming in." He didn't mind talking about the pirates, they didn't do much here in the hotel and as an unintended bonus it would clue Lupin in on the fact he didn't mind dealing with people on the other side of the law.
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He set to work. He knew exactly what he was going to make for his customer.
"And thanks," he said, reaching for the ingredients and supplies he needed. Tequila, salt, ice, sour mix...yep. that sounded right. "I'm not the most experienced barkeep 'round here, but I can make something up for you that you'd like. But, if ya don' mind, I hafta ask...pirates?"
It was a curious comment. He himself was a thief, internationally wanted. If there were other criminals around, that would give him something more interesting to do in this place than making terrible maps and harrassing his long time partner in crime.
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After catching on fire and falling on a river from a pretty high place - which hurt like a bitch - Pycal found herself in this place she never saw before. Sure she should be glad that she was 'alive' and well, but being in such a place wasn't her thing at all. Such debauchery and lack of discretion... And knowing that leaving was a no-no made things even worse ( ... )
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Although, he didn't remember the magician being a girl before...
No matter. best to tread cautiously.
"All right, my dear," Lupin said calmly, professionally. He had something in mind that would be perfect...
It was called a Bailey's Comet. It involved Bailey's Irish cream, butterscotch schnapps, Goldschlager, rum, and cinnamon. Oh, and fireSuch lovely irony. Lupin remembered that time, and other times he had been lit on fire. But that time was notable--that fire didn't hurt ( ... )
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Lupin sat back and watched her stare at the sparking flames. A pyromaniac, huh? No wonder she liked the fire gimmick of their first meeting so well.
He didn't regret destroying that forumla at all.
"I'd blow that out soon," He warned. "The Bailey's will go sour."
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He hadn't decided to don mortal clothing however, and he was conscious of how much he stood out as he sat down at the bar. The bartender didn't seem to be surprised, however. "Ah, you wouldn't have sake would you?"
[ooc//: so Shunsui isn't actually aware of the hotel. He still thinks he's in his world.]
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He didn't pause a moment at the question. "Hold on a sec, would ya?" He couldn't remember what kind of sake they had stocked.
A quick search revealed an old bottle of...what looked like the kind of sake that could be bought in a grocery store, if it was lucky enough to have sake.
"I warn you, it's not very good. Do you want it heated?" Lupin remembered somewhere that even cheap sake tasted decent enough if it was served warmed.
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He studied the other man for a moment. He seemed intelligent enough, quick, easy-going. It looked as though he was of mixed descent, and his accent was difficult to place. "I'm a stranger here," he said quietly. "Would you mind giving me a bit of the background of this place?"
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Regaining her composure, she instead pointed an accusatory finger at the bartender. It didn't have the same weight as a gun in someone's face, but she'd have to settle.
"You! I command you to explain this situation!" She demanded in a thick German accent, perfectly matching the military uniform she wore (albeit with ample cleavage and boy shorts).
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If that was a gun, he really would get a bellyful of lead that day, and not from his 'boss'. "This is just a par, ma'am," he said plainly, no trick, no accent, no guile.
Even without a gun, she could probably beat him up.
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"A bar?" She repeated, incredulous, giving the room another look. When her gaze returned to Lupin, it was possibly even harsher than before. "Do you really think I'm going to fall for that?" The accusatory finger was dropped to her side, and her other hand tugged at the brim of her cap to cover her eyes. If he'd said that this was a 'classroom,' she may actually have believed it, due to the nature of Evil Academy. Heck, she still might think it is, though she can't remember talking to the gatekeeper...
"What is your motive? Who are you, anyway, and what business do you have with Salvatore the Magnificent?" Yes, she did just call herself 'the Magnificent.' Granted, all things considered, that might actually be her last name.
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Especially since he had one himself.
"And no, I don't expect you to 'fall' for anything. We're still in the Hotel, if that's what you're wondering, and no, as far as I know there are no aphros in here. If you want to drink something in peace, here's your place."
He leaned forward, that wolfish grin on his face. "I have no motive, except to get through this night without getting shot and maybe, just maybe, get out of this hotel one day. Sex all the time is one thing, but it gets boring once it loses its novelty. And no, I, Arsene Lupin III, internationally wanted gentleman thief, have no business with you. You're the one who came up to the bar anyway."
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