MK fic: Les Vacances noires [WIP]
Title: Les Vacance noires
Scene Title: L'Évasion
Progress: WIP
He was sure he made a pathetic sight.
He lifted his crushed right hand up in salutation. "Bon soir, Madame," he managed to get out--one of the few phrases of French he actually knew that didn't have much to do with magic itself. He grinned at the look he was getting and couldn't help but to ask, "Comment allez-vous?"
She shook his head at him before sliding up next to him behind the bars, laughter in her voice just like his, "Bien, merci. However, I do not think you are doing so well, mon cher."
"Eh," he commented, waving his hand idly even as shocks of pain ran from his fingertips to his shoulder. It kept him alert, if anything.
"I've had better days," he confided in her as she worked at trying to get her black gear off of her back and get to work at getting him free. He continued, knowing that she was well into her task and there was nothing much else he could do, "Did you know, I have no idea why I've been held up like this instead of being taken to the police? Or Interpol. One of those guys. This is supposed to be France, right? We're still there, right? Europe and all that... don't they have a government to turn me into or what?"
"And did you know, mon cher, that you once premiered in France over 20 years ago?" commented Chat Noir dryly, following his idle conversation while she pulled out a particularly scary set of tools--blowtorch?
Kid leaned away from those set of bars, readying for the escaping process. "Must've escaped my mind," he said quite honestly. "You would think I'd get better reception, considering the fact that I started off here--"
"Ah, but you are not French, Kaitou Kid." The deliberate use of his Japanese pet-name was then followed by the sound and sight of the torch being lit. The black goggles Chat Noir wore reflected the light of the flame eerily back at the thief in white. "Not only that, but to win against moi, Chat Noir, who is French, is an insult."
"Oh, come on," said Kid drawlingly with a bit of a laugh. "Is it such a bad thing that a Japanese person is called the Modern Day Lupin?"
"Quite," replied Chat Noir, just as amused. "Now stay as far back from the bars as you can get, mon cher. This may take a while."
"I'm in no rush," he told her with a cocked eyebrow. "You know, except for the part where I don't know when they'll come back and all."
The former thief ignored him for the time being and set to work on getting through the lock of the cell that Kaitou Kid had been lying in for the past... who knows how many days. Kid went quiet and closed his eyes, resting his wounded hand against his chest, fighting against the urge to just pass out in relief. Finally, help was there. Of course, it was odd that someone actually had come for him, but then again, considering who it was...
"Is this to return the favor?" he asked when he finally heard the blowtorch go off and Chat Noir inspect the progress of the lock.
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Scene Title: L'Évasion
Progress: WIP
He was sure he made a pathetic sight.
He lifted his crushed right hand up in salutation. "Bon soir, Madame," he managed to get out--one of the few phrases of French he actually knew that didn't have much to do with magic itself. He grinned at the look he was getting and couldn't help but to ask, "Comment allez-vous?"
She shook his head at him before sliding up next to him behind the bars, laughter in her voice just like his, "Bien, merci. However, I do not think you are doing so well, mon cher."
"Eh," he commented, waving his hand idly even as shocks of pain ran from his fingertips to his shoulder. It kept him alert, if anything.
"I've had better days," he confided in her as she worked at trying to get her black gear off of her back and get to work at getting him free. He continued, knowing that she was well into her task and there was nothing much else he could do, "Did you know, I have no idea why I've been held up like this instead of being taken to the police? Or Interpol. One of those guys. This is supposed to be France, right? We're still there, right? Europe and all that... don't they have a government to turn me into or what?"
"And did you know, mon cher, that you once premiered in France over 20 years ago?" commented Chat Noir dryly, following his idle conversation while she pulled out a particularly scary set of tools--blowtorch?
Kid leaned away from those set of bars, readying for the escaping process. "Must've escaped my mind," he said quite honestly. "You would think I'd get better reception, considering the fact that I started off here--"
"Ah, but you are not French, Kaitou Kid." The deliberate use of his Japanese pet-name was then followed by the sound and sight of the torch being lit. The black goggles Chat Noir wore reflected the light of the flame eerily back at the thief in white. "Not only that, but to win against moi, Chat Noir, who is French, is an insult."
"Oh, come on," said Kid drawlingly with a bit of a laugh. "Is it such a bad thing that a Japanese person is called the Modern Day Lupin?"
"Quite," replied Chat Noir, just as amused. "Now stay as far back from the bars as you can get, mon cher. This may take a while."
"I'm in no rush," he told her with a cocked eyebrow. "You know, except for the part where I don't know when they'll come back and all."
The former thief ignored him for the time being and set to work on getting through the lock of the cell that Kaitou Kid had been lying in for the past... who knows how many days. Kid went quiet and closed his eyes, resting his wounded hand against his chest, fighting against the urge to just pass out in relief. Finally, help was there. Of course, it was odd that someone actually had come for him, but then again, considering who it was...
"Is this to return the favor?" he asked when he finally heard the blowtorch go off and Chat Noir inspect the progress of the lock.
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