#levraivoleur

[levraivoleur]

"My, my. Things sure have gotten festive around here! I feel a little, as you English would say it - out of the loop. What even has been happening?”

[dead-accurate]

Curls up in his scarf. Hmm, comfy.

Sherlock looked confused at the sound of fabric rustling, and glanced down... “Oh...Hello again, Lupin.” Not what he expected to see, but not exactly surprising from the younger version of his dear friend

[thievinggentleman]

@levraivoleur​ // cont’d.

    "SURE, you could call me that,”  quipped the thief in response. The barrel of the Walther P38 remained pressed against the back of The Great Thief’s head, a smirk gracing his own monkeyish face.

This guy sure talked a lot, didn’t he? Lupin listened intently, his smirk never wavering, even as the other Lupin casually inquired about the cigarettes in his pocket. Well, it was rare for him to carry them there in his pants pocket, but they were, indeed, there.

He reached into his pocket and plucked a pack of the cigarettes he’d stolen from Jigen’s carton of Marlboros. Not his usual brand, but waiting on an import sometimes took time. His usual brand, the French cigarette known as Gitanes, was one the stores rarely carried, thus he had to improvise until he could get his mitts on the good stuff.

“Well, that answers my next question,”  he replied, slowly pulling back on the gun, keeping it aimed but no longer pressed against the other man’s head.  “You’re deductive skills are on par with even the great detective, Sherlock Holmes. I guess that means you’re the real deal, huh?”

The thief chuckled. It was ironic, really. First generation meeting the third generation? And the first didn’t look old enough to even be Lupin’s father, let alone grandfather. So who was this guy, then? He shared in his grandpa’s name, but certainly not his face.

The gun clicked a bit and Lupin gave the other man a wink when he tried to catch a glimpse of his face. Wasn’t like he was trying to hide it, after all. Arsène’s next words earned him another chuckle out of Lupin the Third.

“Who knows? Though I’d probably say you’re too young for her,”  he replied with a shrug.  “Mommy likes ‘em older.”

He slowly pulled the gun away and holstered it after a moment, hiding it in the holster under his left arm, hidden under his jacket. Popping a cigarette between his own lips, he then offered the last one to Lupin the First.

“Don’t think I’m letting you off scot free, buddy,”  he warned them as he lit his own cigarette.  “The name’s Lupin the Third. I’m your neighborhood unorthodox thief. And you, sir, happen to share the name of my long-lost grandfather.”

[levraivoleur]

Now that I’ve finally gotten my blog back up to standard, I should be more active to roleplay again! Hit that like button if you want Lupin to come bother your inbox. Can’t make any promises on what he’ll do, that part will be a mystery 👀

[levraivoleur]

| Indi | Private | Selective | Multi-verse muse |

Roll up, roll up!

Ever wondered what it’d be like to meet the most famous criminal mastermind? The man known to be able to steal anything and everything, even if it’s on a whim? Well, look no further! Introducing to you, Arsène Lupin, the French Gentleman Thief known for his panache and charm, a man who is both loved and hated, by all! His only wish in the world is to meet a foe worthy enough to challenge his superior skills, someone to call a rival.

Do you dare face him?

- Penned by Ghost If you’re interested in interacting, please hit that like/reblog button and I’ll check you out!

[levraivoleur]

I promised @muniificus I’d draw Atalanta doing the blush, so here it is! Enjoy the silliness |D

[levraivoleur]

There will never be a day when I figure out Lupin’s colour scheme. He will always remain a mystery 🤷

[levraivoleur]

@dead-accurate​

It shouldn’t have gone this way

Pained regret etched itself upon his features as he stumbled forwards, a hand clutching wildly at his right side in an attempt, albeit poorly, to stop the steadily growing pool of blood from slipping through trembling fingers. It truly had been a bad idea to follow Sherlock into this strange new world. This Mementos. But curiosity had gotten the better of him. Having wanted to understand what made his friend, and his counterpart, so different, he had foolish crept through undetected. But now? Now, it looked like he was going to die. And there was nothing that he could do to stop that.

Should have listened to him, but I’m too stubborn. Clearly.

Even despite the ringing in his ears, the fading of noise and the ever present sensation of heaviness behind eyelids, Lupin couldn’t help but crack a grin at his own reprimand.

I guess I gave it my all.

His grip slipped against a nearing wall, and he fell. He didn’t get up again.

I’m sorry Sherlock. But it looks like we’re going to part ways here.

His eyes closed. He was about to give up. But a familiar sound brought him back round long enough to feel the beginnings of hope form in his chest.

Is that...?