The Napoleon of Crime

RP blog for Padraic Ratigan

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●  Padraic is most often found in his club, The Rat Trap, making sure everything is running smoothly. When he does leave the club in the hands of his employees to oversee, he will either be in the nicer parts of New Mythos taking in the sights (particularly enjoys going to theaters and museums, since he is a very cultured man), or looking for new opportunities to scheme his way into some big money.

●  Though he goes by the “Professor” moniker, no one actually knows what Padraic is a professor of. He is, however, extremely intelligent and can usually get away with no one finding out his true origins. He is very guarded about his past, and doesn’t like to talk about it. He likes being a human and does not want to talk about his days of being an R-A-T.

●  Padraic is always evaluating what he can get out of someone or their worth to him. He’s a very keen listener, but his intentions are less-than-polite; he’s looking for weaknesses, secrets, and other details he can use to exploit someone (either he does the exploiting, or gets someone else to do it). His charm does hide a lot of his sins, but he still is a dangerous man to try and cross.

●  Just as he was once a “very large mouse,” Padraic is now a very large human. Standing at just around 6′9″ (2.06 m) and weighing in at around 415 lbs., he is a very physically imposing presence. Most of his strength is in his upper torso, giving him a broad upper body. His musculature isn’t defined, but he’s very strong and uses his weight and size to overpower an opponent physically if necessary. Boxing/grappling is his weapon of choice in a fight.

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Auld Lang Syne

👑—|| Padraic was not surprised to see how many people were packed into the Rat Trap that evening, dressed in their black-tie attire and talking loudly over glasses of sparkling champagne. It had been quite the year. The club—repaired after the events earlier in the year—looked newer and better than before, all thanks to the owner’s business savvy and silver tongue procuring more funds to fix everything up. There was no grander place to celebrate tonight than here.

Taking a swing from his own champagne glass, Padraic handed it off to one of his goons standing beside him. He gestured at him to bring it to his table before making his way up onto the stage where the band was set to play until the wee hours of the morning. “Good evening, everyone,” the microphone caught his deep voice clearly over the din, and a hush fell over the patrons as the looked up from their tables. “And many thanks for joining us here at the Rat Trap to ring in the new year. I’m sure we can all attest that tonight is a night we all needed.” A soft laugh came from the sea of faces as Padraic scanned the crowd.

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Christoph Waltz for Max Magazine | Photography: Peter Rigaud

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few more  | photography by Peter Rigaud

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delightfuldebutante​:

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Lottie’s heart dropped when he informed her that his side of town had yet to be repaired. She hoped that the reason was that the magic had simply run out before reaching that part of town. She couldn’t imagine why one part of town would be favored over the other, hadn’t the hatched been buried? Couldn’t they let bygones be? She glanced over at his employees before looking back at him. “That’s awful. Though, I am happy to hear I’ve been able to help. If you need anything more, let me know, okay shug?” Lottie urged. “I am happy to help in any way that I can.” 

She put her hands on her hips as she looked over the unfinished holiday decorations in the room. She really needed to finish decorating but it could certainly  wait until the new equipment had been installed. 

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Padraic gave a soft hum of agreement at the awful treatment their side had been given, and to the notion of Lottie’s help being appreciated. She was one of the wealthier clients he had, and her generosity was quite evident. If he was going to pull on anyone’s heartstrings for a bit of extra funding, it would be the charming museum director’s. 

But still, something about her had him slightly guarded; it was clear from the few times they’d crossed paths that there was something other about her. Latent magical abilities, or something like that. Not always apparent, but just under the surface. And as a rational man with a rational mind, such unknowns tended to keep him on his toes. Which was why, when the young woman went quiet, he had to look up after a few moments to make sure there wasn’t some odd magical something-or-other-happening on her end. 

No. Just her looking around her office. He followed her line of sight and saw the start of Christmas decorations strewn around; he hadn’t noticed them earlier. “Preparing for the holidays, are we? You do seem the festive type.”

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I captured some screencaps.   I absolutely love this photoshoot so much!!  

Photography by Peter Rigaud

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delightfuldebutante​:

“It’s almost like a dizzy daydream.” Lottie muses aloud as she looks out at the town. There had been so much destruction and now it was like it hadn’t happened at all. She wondered who out there had faced fiercer terrors than she had and if anyone would actually talk about what they had been through or if they would just pretend nothing had happened at all. They couldn’t deny it forever, especially since new exhibits were added to the museum that were dedicated to the incident.  “They did a pretty good job fixin’ up the town though It looks like it hadn’t been destroyed in the firstplace.” 

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Padraic didn’t look up from his folder at first, thumbing idly through papers while standing at the base of a ladder that one of his men was precariously balanced on. He merely suppressed the unpleasant prickle running down his spine at the memory of that night; he, too, had done his best to try and pretend as though nothing had happened. But the wanton destruction across New Mythos made it hard to forget. When she mentioned the city’s repairs, though, he scoffed lightly, now lifting his eyes to level his gaze at her blonde head. Pulling his papers aside, he used his free hand to light up the untouched cigarette that had been dangling on his lips. “Your part of town, perhaps, Ms. La Bouff. I can assure you, those in charge haven’t given our side much aid after the incident.” His own club was, sadly, still under major construction. The only way he was making any sort of money to repair it was through his underworld network. That, and payment for his “security,” which included his men currently installing new systems for Charlotte’s museum.

“Luckily your patronage has helped keep us somewhat afloat in these dire times.”

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Christoph for BMW iX | BMW.com

Special HUGE thanks to @21secondsofchristoph for keeping your eye out for this!!

 ( p.s. to @skarsjoy  he finally did a car commercial too! : ) 

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delightfuldebutante​:

Lottie honestly believed that Padraic would go into the vault without her. Not because she believed him to be a terrible person but because she had asked him to do so. There wasn’t a point in him trying to save her if there was an army of them piling on top of her already.  But faster than she could process he had hooked an arm around her waist and was aiding her to a hopeful salvation.  Her brain was reeling to make an effort of trying to make sense of it all.  She almost didn’t notice the code switching on Padraic’s part “Gimme a minute shuga, I can hardly remember my own name at the moment.”  She just couldn’t get over the fact that he had saved her. Before, when her magic went on the frits, was it trying to tell her something? Had he saved her because he was her true love? Was it possible? She knew a lot of people who would have saved themselves and left her behind if she had asked them too, why did Padraic not listen to her request?

“I–I think there is something about them in the museum, but right now I can’t recall a single thing. I think I’m too flustered.” She stated as she grabbed at her sides to support them from the stinging pain she felt. “But you…..you saved my life. Why would you go an’ do a thing like that?”

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Padraic remained on top of Lottie, trying to catch his breath as the adrenaline of the moment faded and he was left with the prickling sting from scratches on his face and—judging by the growing pain radiating from his upper back—he assumed across his shoulders and down his spine as well. He’d give Charlotte a minute. He’d, in fact, give her several as he pushed himself back off of her and collapsed into a seated position with a heavy thud. Arms resting on his knees, the older man winced and glanced over his shoulder at the faintly reflective metal door of the vault to see if he could make out his injuries; he couldn’t see much aside from what he assumed was his white undershirt now showing from under the shredded back of his suit jacket. This suit cost a bloody fortune, was all he could think as he touched a painful spot on his shoulder and pulled his hand back to reveal crimson staining his fingertips.

His mind was reeling; everything had happened all at once, and he could barely keep up with it. The creatures, he’d seen them earlier. He thought it was a fluke. Thought this part of town would be safe. And then the museum caretaker had some sort of...magical episode. And suddenly those monstrous little things were here once more. It had to be connected somehow. He looked up from his bloodied fingers, half paying attention to Lottie as she clutched her sides; she’d been injured as well, it would seem. But at her question, Padraic’s expression of pain shifted into one a bit more incredulous. His sunken posture straightened into a slightly defensive pose, and the older man gave a scoff under his breath. “What? Well I...I mean naturally I...” ...why did he save her? He wasn’t a man known for his kindness, after all. If reputation was anything to go off of, he’d sooner feed a person to the dogs (or cats) to save his own skin than risk his well-being. Logically, of course, he could explain it away easily. And the words rolled off his tongue as though he’d said them a hundred times. “Well that...that was merely an example of how seriously I take my business ventures, Ms. La Bouff. I did say I was good at my job. And if that was worth anything,” he tilted his head in the direction of the vault door, where he could hear the screeches continuing, “I assure you that your museum’s security is in capable hands.”

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Balmain menswear, fall 2016

Yes please, I want men to dress like they’ve stepped off the set of Star Wars or straight out of the Caucasus!

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delightfuldebutante​:

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The situation was so tense that Lottie hadn’t even registered his snarling tone with her. Even if she had she would have just waved it off as his own stress rather than anything that needed to be directed at her. When the got near the vault she let go of him to slide down and attempt to open the vault. She placed her thumb on the pad to scan it and started to enter the code. The sound of the door unlocking was loud enough that she could hear it over all the chaos around her and even her own thoughts. She started to pull the door open when she felt something tug at her hair and pull her to the ground. She shrieked as she hit the ground. Squirming she took off her shoe and started to whack the creatures off of her. 

“Go on, darlin’ I’ll be okay.” she hollered, there was no use in both of them being attacked.  They had already gotten her so she would have to be the sacrifice.  “Hurry, before the door closes!” The heartless were all over her, scraping, clawing and tugging at any limb they could get ahold of.  “Please, please get out of here!” 

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Padraic whirled around to reach behind his back, grabbing one of the little demons and hurling him across the room. But two more quickly took its place, and he found himself buckling slightly under the sheer amount of them washing over him. Was this really how it was going to end for him? He survived that horrific fall, turned human, only to be overwhelmed by some sort of hellspawn in this accursed place? He could barely make out the sound of the door opening, but suddenly Lottie’s scream pierced the chaos around them. He squinted into the darkness to see her flailing limbs in a sea of black, trying to beat the creatures away from her.

She yelled her assurances, but there was no way she was going to make it out of this in one piece if he could barely manage it. But hearing her yelps of pain, mixed with the warning that the door would close before either of them could make it in, seemed to stir up something in the older man. Turning human may have given Padraic a bit more...well...humanity in some aspects. Perhaps it was just him trying to save his own skin in the end, but with all his strength, the massive man bucked backwards—hard— and slammed into the nearest wall. 

The creatures clinging to him squealed in pain and fell to the floor, giving Padraic just enough breathing room to lurch forward and race towards the sliver of open doorway. He wasn’t a fast man by any means, frankly his size prevented him from being too light on his feet, but he was quick enough to shake off the grasping claws of the shadow creatures and, in one swift motion, hefted Charlotte off the ground with an arm around her waist, pulling her off the ground effortlessly. He lunged, squeezing them both through the door just moments before it slammed shut. His excuse? Well, losing the curator of the museum meant losing a lucrative business deal. But as he collapsed onto the ground with the young woman, breathing heavily while the fluorescent lights flickered on above them and bathed the darkness away in a cool blue-green glow, he couldn’t really understand why he had saved Charlotte from the creatures when he could have so easily used her sacrifice to save himself. 

Panting, he shook his head as he hovered over her on his hands and knees, breathlessly trying to speak over the muffled screeching on the other side of the vault door. He could feel pain radiating from the needle-thin scratches on his face as sweat prickled on his skin. “Wh...what th’fock are those...things?” She was the one who ran a museum for all things magical and mystical, after all. She had to know something.

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delightfuldebutante​: 

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Oh goodness why was this happening. and now of all times? She was just stating to think that she had finally found the one who could fully activate her magical abilities…and then these shadow creatures popped up. They were so strange, they looked like the creatures that Facilier had sent after Tiana and Naveen but these ones were more animated. You could actually touch these ones.  Maybe…this was a sign that Padraic was not the one? She didn’t know what the point in all the fuss was to make her sure that he wasn’t someone who was meant for her. 

“Oh, yes, it’s in the basement. It’s hidden in the Underworld display.” she informed. While designing the place she thought that was only fitting because of the ties to wealth that the realm possessed. “Padraic, do you know what these things are?” She asked, obviously very concerned and frightened. How was it possible that her magic could have created something like this? And that they had already tormented Padraic this evening. This was getting to be too wild. 

“It’s down there shug, just go down those steps and we’ll be able to find it!” She felt so guilty about all of this, she could only imagine that he would want to retract any sort of invitation he’d given her about his business, surely protecting the likes of her would be too much to manage. 

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Basement. Underworld display. The words only barely registered as Padraic began taking slow, cautious steps back. He knew that the open stairwell was behind him, and he didn’t want to slip and miss a step at such a vulnerable moment. “I’m afraid I don’t know what they are,” he said, barely breathing the words out as his foot found the first stair and he paused. “...but they were in my club.” Beady yellow eyes all seemed to lower down, noticing that Padraic had taken one step down into the stairwell. That seemed like enough to stir something up in the little creatures. With shrieks, a mini horde of them surged forward, racing towards the two. With another ungentlemanly curse, Padraic took this as his cue and turned to bolt down the steps. Shockingly, he didn’t simply toss Lottie to the ground to save his own skin. It was as if the woman had become glued to his arms and couldn’t let go.

Somehow he managed to not tumble headlong down the final steps, despite being engulfed in darkness in the Underworld display area. He could hear them, everywhere around, and he struggled to adjust his eyes to the dark as he anxiously spun in search of this hidden vault. “Where is it?!” he bellowed, searching for any sliver of light or something that might guide him to the vault, only to let out a snarl of pain when something slashed him across the back. His body arched instantly and he lost grip of Lottie, letting her tumble to the ground as small, clawed fingers began creeping along his arms and legs. “Open the bloody vault!” he snarled into the darkness where he assumed Lottie to be.

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“I’m just glad to hear that it wasn’t an inconvenience to ya.” She stated with a smile. As she took the last step she stepped onto the first floor and turned to face him. “Oh, I sure will, shug. I like to give people the benefit of the doubt but even I know that even the prettiest smile can hide a bad apple.” After all look at what happened with Lawrence. “And I do owe it to everyone to assure them that their items are under the best of care.” She reached out to shake his hand.

She didn’t even have time to wonder what could possibly happen as a result of their handshake. It happened instantly, a swirl of pink–she didn’t know what it was, water? vapor? All she knew it was magical and it swirled around their hands and then up her arm before engulfing her. Her sensible blouse and pencil skirt were transformed into an elegant ballgown fit for a princess. The transformation was so much to process that she didn’t even realize that she was floating in the air until she landed in his arms. She cooed, cheeks turning bright pink and warm to the touch. “Cheese n’ crackers.” she cursed under her breath in bewilderment. “I’m so sorry shug, I have no idea what just happened.” Just when she started to think it was over, the ground shook and heartless started to manifest heavily inside of the museum. Charlotte shrieked as she clung to Padraic. “What in heaven’s name are those things!!”

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Padraic’s smile twitched—not noticeably, it mostly looked like a simple facial tick—at Lottie’s words about a smile hiding darker intentions. Perhaps it was the sugary southern drawl that made her sound like a simple girl, but maybe her pretty smile was hiding someone much smarter than he was giving her credit for. “Trust me, Ms. La Bouff. Your treasures are safe in my hands.” And as if to emphasize that, he reached over just as Lottie accepted his offered handshake and was about to place his free hand atop them when he was taken aback by the shimmer of pink suddenly swirling around her. Oh Christ, what is going on? He hoped that he hadn’t said that aloud as he watched the woman suddenly reappear in entirely different attire.

Not only that, but his outstretched arms had become just enough of a ledge for her to sit on—how? he had no idea. It was as if she had floated into his arms. And they stood there for a moment, Lottie “swearing” under her breath as her cheeks burned with a blush while Padraic’s jaw hung open in wordless confusion, when suddenly the earth shifted beneath him. Not metaphorically, either. The rolling motion was enough to set him off balance, staggering into the stairwell’s wall just to keep from falling over, and he could hear Lottie screech in his ear as the lights flickered around them. Another earthquake? Power failure? That could only mean...

Heart rate quickening, he swung his gaze towards the direction Lottie was screaming in, only to see the little shadow creatures crawling out of the darkened corners of the quiet, abandoned museum. They seemed focused on not only the artifacts around them, but Lottie’s yell had caused several yellow eyes to land squarely on the man and woman peering out of the stairwell. Several dozen stood between them and the front door. “Shite,” Padraic breathed, nearly dropping Lottie if she wasn’t already clinging to his neck. The unprofessional expletive spilled from his lips as he took an uneasy step back. He had to think. FAST. Going back upstairs would get them caught in an instant. And Charlotte’s office was no where near secure enough. But this was a museum...and museums had certain safeguards for power failures or emergencies. A light went on in his head and he glanced at the young woman from the corner of his eyes. “Ms. La Bouff,” the man continued, slowly, quietly, as the creatures crept towards them, “...does your museum have a vault? I don’t recall seeing one on the tour...”

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The shaking of the Earth was not just a precusor for chaos; but also the announcement of another interesting set of circumstances that would change the tide. The swaying of the Earth roused the previously unconscious Basil of Baker Street after someone or something had knocked him out. There was a groan slipping passed his lips as his head prortested to the movement of sitting up. The world stopped shaking and he was most glad that it had and he was able to come to some balance. He would find the fiend responsible. If only the smarting to his head had been the least of his worries.

It took him half a moment later to realize he had worse trouble then a pounding headache; he was in a much larger proportion then that of his mouse form - worse even, he was human! “Oh, that’s really not good.” He said out loud looking down at his ten fingers on meaty human hands and forlorning the loss of a tail. You don’t actually realize how much you miss something until it’s actually gone. 

Basil was trying to deduce some reasoning for his folly he found himself in. But he’d barely deduced he was in some kind of wood shack that belonged to a fisherman by the water when the streets were suddenly filled with terrified screams. The Great Mouse Detective immediately jumped to his feet and was ready to respond. Curisorer and curioser about where he was and how he had come by it. Perhaps whatever caused such terrified response was an answer. He left the shake and immediately ran towards the screams.

As he got closer, he saw things from the shadows that latched onto the terrified victims dragging them into the darkness and then nothing. They were gone. Basil’s mind raced with everything that he was being thrown into and realized quickly that staying in the light of the overhund street lamps was the safest bet. “Stay inside the light.” He tried calling to the terrified people who had fallen into mass hysteria. He turned down a side alleyway and light shined above doorways. Basil intended to start at the beginning; where all these people were running from and had noted the district smell of alcohol on many of their breaths and smoke from cigarettes. A bar most likely.

Basil didn’t get far though. Thinking the man in his path ahead was just another terrified victim he’d run passed, the other man suddenly swung an arm and well, he’d blame the headache and his new found humanity for his lack of response. He found himself shoved into he block wall behind him. The other man was ready to strike him and his own instinct caught up (whether he was a mouse or a man) and he was ready to block such attempt and strike. 

“I’m not whatever those things are in the shadows,” He reasoned. “I’m trying to find where they came from.”

Padraic wasn’t aware of how quickly fear had set in—how heavy his breathing had become, the wideness of his eyes, or the slight tremble in his raised arm—until he’d nearly put his fist through this stranger’s skull. He stared at the stranger’s blocking arm, then pulled back and lowered his hand; he turned to stare at the chaos spilling out of the Rat Trap before the other man’s words finally registered. 

“My club,” he exhaled. Swinging his gaze back to the man he’d pushed to the wall, Padraic tried to mask the uncertainty of what to do next. “They’re coming from inside of my club. And if you have an ounce of sense in your head, you wouldn’t go lunging in there and playing hero. Trust me.” If things were bad out here, he could only imagine what horrors his men were facing inside. And this fellow looked the type to go headfirst into danger with reckless abandon. “Most of those people aren’t worth the trouble,” he added under his breath, a slight snarl curling his upper lip.

But his words caught in his throat when he heard another scream echoing down the street. Self-preservation kicking in, Padraic leveled the man with a glare before he grabbed him by the collar and started shoving him in the opposite direction. “Move!”