LOG - Back to the Basics [Magic Dice Casino]

[best_thief_ever]

Where: Magic Dice Casino
When: Saturday, February 27th, Some in the morning and nighttime
Who: Jigen bourbonman and Lupin best_thief_ever , with some of our lil' Monishikawa_juusan 
Why: Lupin and Jigen need some cash. :|
Status: INCOMPLETE

The sun was especially hot that morning, enough to seep into Lupin's blue cotton button-up, right to the tender skin. He wiped a bit of sweat from his

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[best_thief_ever]

Lupin had felt Goemon's presence since he'd first walked out to sit, but ignored him for a little while in the throes of his work. He'd always told his grandfather that he was an inventor at heart, perhaps a mechanic on one of those off-days when nothing creative entered his mind.

He glanced over at the deck, noticing the other turret sitting hot next to Goemon's rumpled hakama, and smirked at the humor of it all. He looked back at his current job.

"Goemon, did you see where I put that other gun??"

[best_thief_ever]

Lupin laughed despite himself, hand clasped over his head in a gesture of playfulness on his part. It was funny to see the differences in big and little Goemon, some minor, some extreme. The rosy face of his new ronin was a very peculiar change that he would enjoy nonetheless, even in the graveness the boy's situation. Lupin still wasn't so sure if the boy would change back, but at that point he'd assured himself that everything would continue on happily.

"Lesson one, Goemon-chibi-san: if it's made of metal and sitting in the sun, be wary of its temperature." He pointed a wrench at the boy, his voice akin to someone telling a horror story. "Remember this lesson for as long as you live, because if you don't, you might burn off a whole finger!"

[best_thief_ever]

As Goemon sat there with little attention to the world outside, Lupin tiptoed through the back door with his red jacket cast over one sharp shoulder. The little ronin had been resting so peacefully--and Lupin was such a cruel ojiisan by his own right--that the thief leaned his head right over Goemon's face without a warning. After all, he had to enjoy the little time he had where he could actually surprise Goemon.

He would miss the little tyke, should he ever... turn back...

"Yo, Goemon-chibi-san!!" he called, trying to keep his mind off those uninviting thoughts. "I have an idea! How about you and I go out for a little while, see what this city's got that's fun to do. Huh? You look tired, but you also look too eager to do something. Jigen's already ran off to buy cigarettes and I'm gonna get bored waiting."

[theebestthief]

Lupin grinned. "The ship's ready, but we need a few things that will help us get from island to island--wouldn't want to end up stranded in the middle of nowhere, right? And we can't get those things until tonight, so you're just gonna have to be patient and have a little fun in the meanwhile."

He paused at the mention of Goemon's little crush--ha, he had seen Goemon flustered over a woman many times over, but the samurai had never been quite so enthusiastic as he was now. The kid hadn't lost his boyish instinct just yet, untainted by the many more long days of lessons and teachings he would need. Ha, the little rascal.

"Oh, you mean you're girlfriend~? We're going to see if we can pick her up after we set sail, hn?" His large smile curled across his face, eyes half-lidded as if to say 'oh, you dog, you!'.

[thebest_thief]

The Magic Dice Casino was hardly as magical as some of the more luxurious places Lupin had stolen from, but it would do for a quick fix--a little breath of fun, if nothing else. And with Pops off not knowing a thing and Fujiko not around to take his spoils with a kiss and a wave, he was eager to get back to work and try to ebb the restlessness in his achy joints. He walked through the casino, tempted to stare at the bunny girls for a few hours, his hands pocketed with a few sleight-of-hand poker chips. Just a little warm-up before the usual dance

[bourbon_man]

It felt like a casual night for Jigen despite the chaos of the previous weeks. With the ringing of slot machines, the yells of lucky bastards at the tables, and the feint smell of alcohol in the air, he almost fooled himself into thinking he wasn't in some strange world anymore. He snapped himself back to the insanity of the roaring casino when a slender monkey-man strut his way.

The waiter held a tray to his side with one hand with a small napkin draped over the opposite arm, returning the smile.

"Right that way." He pointed toward the east end of the casino, passed the slots, "Good luck tonight, sir."

Without a second glance to the man, he carried the poisoned tray to the casino's owner. And even though two was enough over-kill for any normal person, a third dose of the world's lax was placed in the fat man's next drink. Compliments of the waiter.

[theebestthief]

The owner of the place was Jay G. Raccoon--a really shitty name for a really shitty casino owner. He tended to rig up a lot of the machines to limit the cash outtake and leave many with less money than they should of had; he was also short and fat, as if God Himself realized the man needed a sleazy sweaty look to match his interior. Raccoon reached over and took the drink without noting Jigen's presence.

"Give me 24, hon," he barked at the dealer, as if trying to be polite and an ass at the same time. But once he'd downed the less-than-deadly concoction, he was suddenly singing a far more unpleasant tune along the lines of, 'goddamn, my stomach!!", and jumped from his chair toward the bathrooms