[001] [Action/Accidental Video]

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[The rising sun is shined through the gaps in the trees of the forest. Dew on the grass had formed in the early morning and the wildlife in the trees began to wake. It was the high-pitched chattering of tiny birds which seemed to wake Jigen from his peaceful slumber just beneath their tree. His eyes wearily opened and looked upward at them. Why was he outside? He couldn't remember. He stood up slowly, causing a book that was on his leg to fall open and begin recording without his notice.

Jigen's hand first went to his right breast with a slight pat, instinctively checking for his cigarettes. When he felt nothing but plain clothes on his body he then reached up to pat his hair, to which he realized he had no hat. The hand that reached for the cigarettes now reached back to his belt-line to grab his gun--now something of panic appeared to set in. Just above his elbow he could feel something soft brush his skin. A glance back and he caught a glimpse of the wings. Frozen in place for a moment, he could only mutter out a few words at a time.]

Wh-... what the hell...?

[He continued muttering to himself before he finally looked down to the book. He squat down just beside it and peered into the pages, his somewhat dirty hand reaching up and pushing his hair back against his head. As a few stray strands fell into his eyes, he whispered into the book--unsure of if was going crazy or not.]

Who the hell is out there messing with me? If you don't tell me, I'll find you anyway...

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[Voice]

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There was that rough-and-tumble gunslinger he knew. At least he was himself, even if possibly amnesiac about his last stay. The amnesia part didn't matter to Lupin--though it wasn't necessarily a good thing for Jigen, he was there the same.

It was unexpected. Lupin himself couldn't have been much happier.

"I got everything and I'm headed out then, Jigen." He had a spare pack, having taken up smoking Pall Malls himself in his best friend's absence. Though he didn't show it much, he really did miss their banter, their companionship. "It's a bit of a walk to the lake from here, but I'll hustle it. Stay warm--I'll be there asap."

[Voice]

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"I'll see you soon. If I can even tell which way to go."

And off he goes wandering through the forest again. With the motivation of seeing Lupin and the warm taste of a smoke, Jigen is moving quickly. He'll find it eventually.

[----> Action]

[redjacketthief]

The journal is closed at this, further conversation likely distracting and unhelpful to the Gunman. He was smart--he'd fare on his own reasonably well for the time it took for Lupin to reach the lake.

Clothing and magnum were gathered quickly, as well as what ammo could be found in the place, and hastily packed into a duffle bag that was seeing a lot of use recently. The fedora was not treated as such, but donned with care. There was never a good reason to wrinkle a hat, after all.

Items thus gathered, Lupin officially set off. Passerbys may notice a jovial tenor singing boldly and loudly, alternating between British pop and Queen. He's not purposfully trying to scare people. He's in a damn good mood.