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@redjag-blog
cutie patootie in a badass superhero suitie
[text: redjag] Well, there’s two ways I can ask him about it. Subtle, so he won’t notice or present him wonderful clues to pick up so he surely will remember if he wasn’t completely wasted. What do you say?
[text: coo-row-bah] correct me if I’m wrong but this sounds kinda like a thinly veiled threat
[text: coo-row-bah] find out for sure
[text: coo-row-bah] it would be cool of you dude plus you owe me
Shadows of Symbolism
“Wait for the full moon tonight and find out your self.~” He taunted and yanked the black cloth out completely. It swirled around Diana’s and his feet. “Oh and if you were interested in me you could have just come to the heist, instead of insulting me.”
In a twist he jerked the cloth up, over then out towards the feline. By the time it would fall or get knocked away he was going to be gone.
But as a haunting reminder he threw his voice. “I’ll see you tonight, Red Jaguar.”
He caught the cloth and swung his arm to pull it out of the way, unfurling it like the red cape in front of a bull, but of course there was nothing on the other side. Gripping the fabric between his fingers, the thief glared at empty space. “Wow, so cryptic and mysterious...” he muttered, rolling his eyes.
What was his mentor going to say? If he didn’t have the right gem...
Shaking his head, he tucked the cloth away into another secret pouch and tugged on his hood, giving the area one last scowl before slipping away into the darkness, himself.
Impressive, but something didn’t feel right. He didn’t see the point in lying to a child, but those were ordinary hobbies of someone his age — assuming he was in high-school and they still required physical activities.
And then he did something not so impressive. Oi.
“Oh, yeah. I feel so much safer knowing you know what you’re doing. You got a name, Karate Kid?”
Of course the kid wouldn’t be impressed, but Austin had found that more than a few people were easily tricked by such blatant lies Austin frowned and dropped his foot back to the ground, shuffling until he was back in a comfortable slouch, hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie. “Yeah, ‘course I got a name...” he muttered. “What about you? Do you got a name?”
Shadows of Symbolism
Diana felt her brows lift and covered her mouth with her hand as KID reached for the mask. It was lifted and removed, and the black on the upper part of his face with the shadows kept him from being truly seen and if the teen knew about him then the first thought would be a fake face.
“My my, aren’t you cocky, for someone who cheated, by taking a target when other’s have cleared the way for you.” He grinned dangerously and smug and the darker self lifted his head.
There were going to be nightmares tonight.
“I cased the place out, same as you... all’s fair in the underworld, you know.” Whatever KID was doing, RedJag wanted no part of it. “I was curious to see just how thorough you were. This’s worked on other, lesser criminals... it’s a good tactic.”
Tail lashing again, the teen pulled out the bag from its carrying pouch and squeezed the gem in his palm, weighing it. “Is this even the genuine article?” he asked.
Shadows of Symbolism
He tilted his head, then turned to look over the teens shoulder. Diana had perched herself to sit on top of a glass display case just a few feet back to watch. Gliding past the teen she grinned down at him, eyes hidden behind the half mask, clad in a hooded outfit much like KID’s.
“It will be.” She purred in an Irish lit and leaned against KID companionably.
He accepted the weight and took the end of the cloth she slipped to him. “What’s your name?”
He’d sensed the woman, and even though he didn’t let his expression change as she passed, the fur on his tail bristled from tip to base, betraying the tenseness. The boy flicked it in irritation, rolling his head from side to side until it cracked, then took another step backward.
“The Red Jaguar,” he said with a smirk. “Damn... I was really hoping that you worked alone. Guess even legends have their limits...”
Shadows of Symbolism
“Well, I wanted to get a few thing set up before.” he shrugged and watched the gem vanish.
The lack of a strong reaction bothered him, but he guessed that was part of the patented poker face that he’d heard so much about. There wasn’t much that he could do about it anyway, though; what was done was done. He stowed the gem away in another pouch on his body, then took one slow, easy, sliding step backward.
“Have fun, then, Kaitou KID...” he bowed, though kept his eyes focused on his rival. “I hope it’s an incredible heist.”
He was pounding at the door like an angry child over some sweet potato fries? Conan wasn’t sure if he should laugh or try them out for himself. His nearly empty belly nudged him in the direction of the latter choice, but the place was already closed.
Casting a look of slight disappointment towards the sign and the solidly locked door, Conan leaped forward a few steps to catch up with the stranger.
“Most people would be winded after a run like that. Do you train a lot?”
Austin looked back over his shoulder at the trailing tot, then smirked. “Yeah, I do... Track & field, basketball...” Lies. All lies. “I’ve even been known to do some karate from time to time.”
To demonstrate, he took a fighting stance that wasn’t entirely illegitimate, then put his hands into kung fu mantis style. “Woaahaaaooooi!” The teen cried, lifting a foot menacingly. “Pretty impressive, huh?”
Shadows of Symbolism
Slowly his gaze moved up to the teen and shifted from a lazy welcome into a dangerous glint, though that was the only to change as his body remained lax and loose. He shifted to cock his hip and tilt his head. “Good evening.” he grinned, feigning amusement.
“You’re a little late to the party,” the teen said, and pulled out a leather pouch to stew the gem in, gently dropping it inside. “Though, I guess since your invitation said tonight, we’re both a little early, aren’t we~?”
Shadows of Symbolism
London, 12:42 AM, The Museum of London, present day.
It had been uncharacteristically clear for the past few days for the usually rainy country making tomorrow night’s heist easier. Not that the cloud, rain, or romantic London fog deterred Kaitou KID from any heist much less a target for Pandora. The international name had spread, once again, across the globe and with it the slow dissolve of Kuroba Kaito.
The young magician of course was still alive but only in a stage name and the barest glimpses of personality that only three people could ever see. After graduating high school Kaito had enough with the limits Japan pushed on to the younger community and sought after a broader opportunities by heading west across the sea of Japan and into China. Though he loved to fly he refused to climb into an aircraft, to the amusement of his team. They hopped from city to city, country to country, slowly creating a name for themselves as magicians and spending the nights training and perfecting the art at known open heists. With the new heist came new scars and new nightmares, new reasons to quit and the deeper fall into madness and shadow.
The madness was nothing new Kaito had seen the signs, heard the voice, since he was a little boy and when he didn’t understand or know how to control it he let it run free sometimes. Always lashing out in anger to quell the pain and horror of losing his father, his hero and the strong light of his family at a age where he couldn’t comprehend. Now older he knew the truth, had known the truth for six years now. He would be wearing that truth tonight.
For the moment KID, Kaito’s strongest and most protective self, stood over the case, watching and listening for movement. The gem, a large amethyst on silver and so appropriately named The Queen’s Collar, choked the displays soft red velvet. He had been here to study it so many times before masquerading as a student, working as a night janitor and a fine arts collector. The art collector was Kaito’s idea and it please KID to know that his other self was starting to poke out of the locked room he built around himself. He wouldn’t show himself here though, not when there were shadows, so KID would have to try again in the day.
His mind drifted to the little park he passed everyday going back to the flat he and his companions rented.
A flicker of torch light had him dropping down behind the case silently and the black clothes concealed his form. Four heart beats passed and he peeked up and over the glass through the slots in his simple oval, black mask. The guard was gone. He stood again smoothly and returned to The Queen’s Collar.
...which was, coincidentally, missing.
On the opposite side of the case was another figure, silhouette lean and top-heavy in the dark. Glinting cat’s eyes peered out from underneath a hood, smirk stretching from one end of his mouth to the other. He’d thought that there might be another check-in by the infamous thief, but to have met at the very same time that his own theft was set to occur? Crazy! What luck!
Giving a quiet, hissing snicker, the younger thief held up the amethyst in his claws. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Were you looking for this?”
His tail quivered, muscles tense and ready to bolt. For the moment, they had the glass between them, but who knew how long that would last? He’d never gone up against anyone as talented as Kaitou KID before. As reckless and confident as he was, he wasn't stupid: what he was doing was dangerous.
[text: redjag] Okay, now you got me curious. Let’s play that little game the other way ‘round. You tell me in what kind of trouble you are and I won’t tell Hakuba that you were there. How’s that sound?
[text: coo-row-bah] It's kind of complicated to discuss over text. And the detective was there, I talked to him... the question is: does he remember me?
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The Catsuit
This is the cat suit, basically...
Think male version, with jaguar tail and spots on the red cloth.
Plus he's got a gun holster on his thigh.
And wears the goggles.
Just need to switch up the colors here... red being the predominant color, followed by black, and of course -- jaguar print.
[Text: redjag] pretty much, yeah. Especially if you know where to get it ~ Height and weight if you dare ~
[Text: coo-row-bah] on second thought I better pass. let me know if your detective pal saw anything. cya.
Lunchies
I feel bad for this guy, whoever he is..
Ai just decided to run to the dark-skinned man, he reminded her of Heiji. Just really weird… "Um, are you okay mister?"
Oh, so now she was asking if he was okay? Geez... Austin pushed up into a sit, groaning, and rubbed his head. He was going to have bruises later. Oh well. That was nothing new. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said, and decided to drag himself to his feet instead of trying another one of those back flips that he was doing the night before. Daylight was so boring.
"Are you? Okay, I mean."
Lunchies
Nothing good ever happens when she goes out for a walk.
Oh the woe, walking was probably the only thing that could give her time to think. But she should really tune down the thinking, it’s probably the reason she gets into horrible situations when her original plan was just to walk. Someone had ran into her, someone with a really strong build too. That bump /hurt/, she landed on the sidewalk groaning.
"Hello to you too, ugh."
Ack! He hadn't meant to actually knock anyone over. "Sorry!" he cried, looking back over his shoulder once he'd stopped spinning on his heel to keep his balance despite the knock to his equilibrium. She looked like she was probably okay, though, so he kept going --
-- only to run face-first into a phone booth. And then into a trash can.
Austin came full-stop when he hit the ground, though, blinking up at the sky and the buildings that swayed around him with his vision. Ugh that had not been his plan. "I musta' contracted some bad juju today... holy shit..."