Where in the World?

Isola Affiliated Carmen Sandiego/Black Sheep of Netflix's Carmen Sandiego

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diedagain​:

   Lynne bends forward, seizing the towel mid-air. “You’re right. Maybe an emergency poncho, too… do you think I’d look good in a poncho? I’ve never worn one.” She tosses it over her hair, pinching the ends together at the throat in an imitation of a hood – and makes a little dramatic turn and a face, as if modeling. “Yeah, I think I’d pull it off! Mm… today was bad, though. If I’m buying an umbrella, it would have to be a tough one. I don’t want it flying off on me!”

   A short, thoughtful hum as she perches next to Carmen on the bed and unbuttons her jacket, tosses it down, and strips her dress down to join it in a small pile on the floor to be attended to later. Her torso is a sight; several long, thin strips across the chest area, small shallow hole-shaped scars and bluish discoloration along the hips. They don’t look painful, at least – Lynne shows no discomfort with movement. 

   “It was okay! Nothing exciting today. Just a lot of paperwork. I don’t think you ever really run out of paperwork on a job, do you?” If she’s aware of their visibility, she hasn’t said anything on the matter. “Aaaand you? It’s your turn! Unless you’re actually secretly a secret agent and you’re not allowed to tell me how your day was because it’s classified. In which case, you don’t have to tell me – but tell me anyway!”

“I think you’d look cute in a poncho,” Carmen smirks. “Maybe one of those patterned ones? Some rain boots? It’s a bold look, but you could pull it off.” Luckily her coat is pretty waterproof, but now she’s mentally making a note to buy Lynne a poncho as a funny gift.

Carmen tries not to stare as the dress falls-- not only because Lynne is beautiful (of course she is--), but because of the scars. She knows a detective is a dangerous line of work, but those injuries... they seem pretty serious. Wounds like that are lucky they weren’t fatal, right...?

“Hm?” She’s snapped out of her thoughts by Lynne’s question, realizing she’d gotten a bit lost in speculation. “Not a secret agent, dear, just a teacher,” she laughs. Though Lynne was a bit closer than she realized there.

“It was fine-- we had a kid get stuck in a locker again, but I managed to open the lock easily enough. It’s crazy the situations those kids get themselves into...” she shakes her head. “Speaking of,” her eyes are drawn to Lynne again. “I know being a detective isn’t the easiest job, but... is it dangerous?” A pause. She doesn’t want to make Lynne uncomfortable by asking, but she wants to be there for her if she needs it.

“Have you been injured on the job...?”

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ringcicatrix​:

Sure, you wouldn’t make a name if you didn’t get caught- but you certainly could when you made people know your name. The memories of standing in the Pharaoh’s own court and defying him to his face brought a smirk to the thief’s face. There was more than one way to make a name for yourself- but so long as the Pharaoh wasn’t here, he’d be patient. He had the time.

“Heh, so it would seem.”

Nosy was the word he’d use for her- but you couldn’t be a thief if you were scared of a little trouble. If you didn’t have a good nose for information then you’d end up either dead or captured, and typically not in that order. It was a dangerous game to play, but it came as naturally to him as his host’s breathing.

“It’s always something specific, isn’t it?” No thief was without some sort of motivation, some prize that they were after. It didn’t matter if that prize was food and water to last them another day or the crown off a Pharaoh’s head- there was always a goal. “But like I said, nothing for you to worry about. The main pieces aren’t even on the board yet- they don’t exist here.”

But if any other millennium item holders made themselves known here… well, he’d be certain that he met with them. He would enjoy giving them the same greeting that he’d given Pegasus.

“Yeah, I guess it is.” As much as she hates to admit it, she has specific motivations too-- really anything VILE has their hands on. And though it’s probably not the same organization, this guy reminds her a lot of her former classmates. Which means what comes naturally to her is meddling.

“Come on, you have to know that telling me not to worry about it just makes me more curious, right? Like, if I told you I knew the location of every vault in Fibonacci’s top floors.”

...maybe not all, but she’s found at least most of them.

“Something from home then? If you’re saying they don’t exist here.” There’s a lot of things like that, but she gets the feeling he’s already planning his moves if they show up.

“I don’t expect you to reveal all your secrets, but you can’t blame me for trying to learn what I can. Tools of the trade, right?”

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ringcicatrix​:

Ryou was staring at two paintings in the gallery, an odd sense of numb sorrow washing over him. They were both familiar to him- they were the very same paintings that he’d seen at Duelist Kingdom, made by Pegasus himself. The portrait of Cyndia was beautiful, but his eyes were drawn back to the portrait of Shadi… he wasn’t sure why, but the man’s face felt familiar. The others had said that they’d had some sort of run-in with him, but that had been before Ryou transferred schools… so then, why?

It was just deja-vu, he told himself once more, and yet he couldn’t look away.

“H-Huh?” Ryou blinked, pulled from his thoughts and the heavy atmosphere by the sound of a voice he didn’t recognize. Her words gave him enough of a hint, though- the spirit wasn’t saying anything, but he could guess that the tomb robber had met with this woman. Best to just feign ignorance entirely then, because he didn’t feel like dealing with whatever mess the spirit had caused. “Um… I’m sorry, but I’m not sure what you mean? Have we met before?”

She glances over the portraits he was looking at too-- pretty, but no one she recognizes. Maybe they hold some sort of meaning for him, apparently some people had been finding art from home... that would lend itself more to the theory that whatever treasure he was looking for might be here.

But his answer catches her off-guard, and she tears her eyes from the paintings to examine his face. Could he be playing some kind of game with her? He’d seemed so confident before.

“I thought we had. A few days ago, toward the marketplace...?” If he really isn’t the same person she’d met, it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to go into what they’d talked about.

“Maybe I mistook you for someone else. You don’t have a twin, do you...?”

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@ringcicatrix​

Oh, this kid again.

Carmen isn’t surprised to see him here-- he had been talking about ‘big prizes’ and stuff. Maybe this art exhibition is what he was talking about. There’s bound to be some pretty valuable treasures in here-- she’d been scoping the place out, too. That has to be why he’s looking around, right?

“Hey again.” She puts her hands in her pockets, moving to stand beside him.

“How goes the treasure hunting? Find any of that stuff you’ve been waiting for yet?”

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Starter call for Carmen for part 1 of the canvas event!! She’s an art appreciator, but she might try her hand with some of the optimized tools as well.

(She probably won’t even steal anything!)

Capping at 3!

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Starter call for Carmen for part 1 of the canvas event!! She’s an art appreciator, but she might try her hand with some of the optimized tools as well.

(She probably won’t even steal anything!)

Capping at 3!

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“Art museum, huh...?”

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“What a beautiful day to love my girlfriend!”

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ringcicatrix​:

Indeed it does, though it only leads him to question more why she’d bother stopping him. Perhaps she considered this her turf- in which case, too bad. He was a thief, so he certainly wasn’t going to care about any sort of boundaries. Not even a Pharaoh could say where he could or couldn’t go.

“Now now, not everyone wants to go around making a name for themself.”

Not right away, at least- it would be inconvenient if people started recognizing his host as a thief, because the kid would have no clue how to defend himself from accusations like that. Granted, the kid’s cluelessness was itself something of a shield… but it was simpler just to not get caught. Or at least, not yet. Sooner or later, he’d make a name for himself.

“I’m just keeping myself sharp, I suppose.” Not really true- he didn’t need simple theft like this to keep his skills up, it was hardly even a challenge. But it was good for testing the waters of this place, getting a feel for the levels of security in various areas. Certain parts of each ward were more heavily protected from theft than others, a fact that the spirit took careful note of. “It’s nothing too much, so you don’t need to get yourself all worried. The real prizes aren’t even here right now, anyways.”

Doesn’t want to make a name for himself-- rules out any sort of showy super-villainy. It sounds unlikely, but it happens more often in her world than she cares for.

“Can’t make a name for yourself if you don’t get caught,” Carmen shrugs. Back home she’d been kind of infamous, but she’s skated by on a little bit of anonymity here. A few people might talk about ‘la femme rouge’, but she’s been able to live a pretty quiet life.

“I wouldn’t say I’m worried,” she says. “Just curious. You’re not the only one interested in gathering a little intel.” She knows most thieves won’t go around telling each other their plans, but it’s worth it to see what she can get. And he’s talking about a lot of stuff that’s right up her alley.

“Real prizes, huh? Gotta admit, I’m interested to know what that could be. There’s plenty of valuable stuff around here if you know where to look, so I’m guessing you have your eye on something specific...?”

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   The noise of rain pattering outside is muted from the inside; until the door flies open and for a few long seconds it can be heard in full volume, loud, constant, and stormy. Lynne hurries to close it and leans against the wood with a pronounced, indignant huff.

   “I dressed for warm weather! That’s what the prognosis said, right?! You saw it with me! Sun! What is this?!” She pauses her pacing, and rant, to leave a kiss on Carmen’s cheek as a more proper greeting before marching into the bedroom. Her dripping hair is promptly untied and given a shake to dispel a few raindrops.

   “You at least got home in time, right? Won’t be good for both of us to catch a cold in this!”

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Carmen’s relieved when the door swings open-- the storm’s getting pretty bad, she knew getting home in it would be a hassle.

“You just can’t catch a break, babe. We ought to get you one of those emergency umbrellas you can keep in your bag.”

After a quick kiss in return, she heads for the bathroom, grabbing a towel and tossing it in Lynne’s direction. It’ll help with her hair, at least-- nothing worse than coming in from the rain with wet hair dripping all over you.

“I managed to make it back before the worst of it started,” she nods, sitting down on the edge of the bed with a stretch.

“Other than the storm of the century out there, how was your day?”

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i stopped counting after like 3000 icons, she’s pretty

🚜- An icon I haven’t used at all 

I like these three!

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@diedagain​ said: 🌶⛈🚜 show em off

i stopped counting after like 3000 icons, she’s pretty

🌶- One of my muse being angry 

⛈- One of my muse being sad 

🚜- An icon I haven’t used at all 

Oh man there’s so many I haven’t used yet but these are some faves

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For all you filthy icon hoarders...

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ringcicatrix​:

He’d seen the woman’s eyes following him, and he did his best to hide a smirk from his face. It was clear she wasn’t with the law, she would’ve said something immediately- and people working with the law weren’t good enough to catch him. Only a thief could catch a thief, something those fools back in his time had never been able to wrap their little heads around.

“Heh. Just because you can, doesn’t always mean you want to.”

Catching the cuff with a smirk, he tossed it into the air a couple times before returning it once more to his pocket. Everything else he’d seen had looked rather gaudy, and it would be easier to pass a small cuff like this off as something he’d bought. His host almost certainly wouldn’t believe him when he said that- but that was the kid’s problem, not his.

“You’re not too bad yourself. Though, not quite good enough to go unnoticed.” Her question was fair- he was good enough to get anything he wanted. However, where was the fun in that? The things he truly wished to steal were out of his grasp for now, so he’d simply needed to resort to something else to keep himself entertained. “This is more fun a game, wouldn’t you say? No need to cause trouble.”

At least, not yet.

Carmen listens quietly, crossing her arms. She’s staying a safe distance away-- the kid doesn’t look like he’s going to try anything, but she knows not to underestimate people; especially since he’s already proved that he knows what he’s doing.

“Most people don’t notice-- takes a thief to catch one, right?” It’s how she’d spotted him, too. He had to be better than she thought if he’d seen her pickpocket him-- she’d been top of her class in Stealth 101 (whether Shadowsan would admit it or not). The real question, then, is if he’d seen her, why hadn’t he tried to stop her...?

“Now, I’d say trouble’s half the fun of it, but I guess that depends on the game you’re playing,” she shrugs. Hers is less about the stealing and more about the intentions behind it, but she can’t get a read on him just yet.

“If you don’t mind my asking, what game are you playing?”

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ombraventi​:

A note from her girlfriend? Not exactly worth much in his eyes, especially considering it didn’t look like much more than a grocery list to him, but it seemed to have at least some sentimental value. Far more of interest to him were the antique coins- now that could be a fun little prize.

“Hmm… very well, that seems fair then. The note and the coins in exchange for a little help.”

With a flick of his wrist, the note vanished- he’d simply wished it to the back room, where he could figure out what to do with the stuff later, but it often made people freak out when he did stuff like that. It was fun, and he loved watching them squirm.

“Now, let’s see…” This would be a bit of a tricky wish to complicate- she’d be able to tell right away if she couldn’t really hide from the chaos going on outside, after all. He had to think of another built-in flaw… oh, perfect. He’d simply put a time limit on! Either way, whether or not she made it, she’d be rushing the entire time.

“With this,” he produced a small golden bracelet from nowhere, “you’ll have no trouble sneaking. But I’d be careful- it’s rather fragile, and the magic won’t last long.”

“Woah...” It’s pretty cool how the stuff just vanishes, and the bracelet appears in his hand. She briefly considers some sort of sleight-of-hand, maybe some smoke and mirrors, but she’s pretty sure she would have spotted something like that. One of these days she has got to find out how this stuff works.

“Hey, if this works out, you’re a lifesaver,” she grins, slipping the bracelet onto her wrist. It doesn’t feel magic, but then again she has no idea what magic feels like. Cautiously, she pokes her head outside of the shop, and the ofiuclones pass right by her. Success!

“You know what, I was originally a skeptic, but color me impressed. And I’m always careful, it shouldn’t be a problem!” Tell that to the bracelet she’s almost certainly going to break on the way home.

“That being said, I’ve got a game to return, and uh, apparently only a short time to do it if you’re serious about how long the magic will last. I owe you one, maybe I’ll stop in again sometime!”

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Though things had changed drastically over the past 3000 years since the thief had been stuck inside of the ring, somethings would never change. And one of those were his instincts- he wasn’t just a thief but the king of thieves, and even without his Ka to aid him, his hands were ever swift enough to take what he wanted, when he wanted. 

For now, though, he was keeping his games subtle- couldn’t have his host getting upset with him, after all. With a chuckle, he twirled a simple gold cuff he’d acquired from a vendor around his finger- like it mattered whether or not his host was upset. He just didn’t appreciate gifts.

“Cheaper than they used to make ‘em, but still not too bad…” The cuff was slipped into the thief’s pocket, his typical smirk as present as ever. Gold suited him, what could he say?

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Takes a thief to know a thief, right?

“Gold, huh? Love it.” She twirls the cuff around her own finger, having slipped it from his pocket as she passed. As a thief herself, she has to appreciate the skill it took to grab it from the vendor, but she can’t condone stealing from businesses. Except.... this thief doesn’t seem like a run-of-the mill pickpocket, and the object was pretty small. Maybe she can pay the vendor back in exchange for learning a little bit more about him. It might be good to learn a little more, in case she has to keep an eye out for bigger heists.

“Seems a bit small, though-- coulda gone for one of the bigger items.” She tosses it back to him, arching an eyebrow. She’s genuinely curious as to why a thief so skilled would keep things so simple.

“You’re pretty good-- you could have gotten anything in that shop if you wanted to. Why stop at this?”

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passionforfashion​:

Utage was kind of the definition of ‘go with the flow’ a lot of the time, and this time was no exception either. Called over by a complete stranger? Sure, why not! Though, her eyes definitely lit up a bit when it became clear what she was being asked about.

“Oh, babe,” she said, placing one hand upon Carmen’s shoulder (and looking at least a little silly in doing so, given the height difference).

“You’ve asked the right person. But you gotta give me a little more information than that. What shade of blue? What kind of party? Are you trying to look better than her, or keep her in the spotlight? I need more to work with, hun.”

“Oh! Great!” Carmen’s surprised by her enthusiasm, but that’s a good thing! At least she managed to pick the right person to ask for advice, right?

“It’s a pale blue, with some glitter.” Carmen pulls out her phone, swiping through the photos Lynne sent her earlier. “And it’s not too fancy, a little dance party. But, uh, we always go a little extra.” They can’t help it-- their first date was dancing, and they can’t miss an opportunity to get all dressed up and wow the other party-goers.

“We usually tend to share the spotlight, but if anything I’d want to shift it more to her. She’s really excited about this one! That’s why I’m going away from the normal bright red, y’know?”