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Participating Characters:DodgerProfessor Ratigan Forum Location: Isle of the Statue, New York Town, Other Locations Time of Day: Night Weather: Clear Thread Location: A museum in New York Town Premise: Ratigan and Dodger are both after a jeweled necklace on display at the museum. Will they compete for the prize, or be forced to work together to overcome the high-tech security system?
Despite the circumstances that had forced him to temporarily flee London, Ratigan was rather glad he'd come to New York. There was so much he could steal here, after all. And his current target, a necklace that had once belonged to Marie Antoinette, on display at one of the museums in town, would go a long way to rebuilding his once-mighty empire.
He'd spent a couple days working out a plan, but there were still plenty of gaps--the modern technology that the museum used to guard their artifacts would pose a problem, to be sure. But he relished the challenge, as he always did.
The lights had been turned off, the janitor recently gone. Only one security guard was there to watch the place--the curator was evidently confident in their high-tech security system. A terrible mistake, Ratigan thought, giving him such an advantage.
He'd just emerged from his hiding place, preparing to dash down the hallway towards the case that held the necklace, when a flash of white-and-brown fur caught his eye.
There was a dog in the museum. Thankfully not a guard dog, for the creature had no collar--but he was aimed in the same direction, and that could pose quite the problem.
He may as well confront the mongrel sooner rather than later, Ratigan reasoned, and with that, he cleared his throat to draw the dog's attention.
"Now, I do hope you're not here to steal that diamond necklace down the corridor, or you and I are going to have a problem."
Last Edit: Sept 12, 2017 16:51:16 GMT -5 by Deleted
Normally Dodger wouldn't be into museum heists, given that car radios and wallets were much easier to snatch and provided fast cash for Fagin to buy food for the gang. Not to mention how much heat could be drawn in by stealing something that was so well guarded or the near impossibility of fencing it. This one exception though was more of a personal thing.
A few days prior Jenny had invited the gang out to a nice restaurant to catch up. Dodger got to check in on his protege Oliver and Tito had some quality time with Georgette (much to the amusement of the others and to the detriment of his macho image when the pet names came flying in). Though one guy at the next table had to get all stuck up, making snide comments all night and at one point asking the manager if the party could be removed. Fat chance given Jenny's parents were beloved regulars, but the insult had put a little of a downer on the festivities. Rita had manage to talk Dodger into not tipping the blowhards soup over him or snatching off his toupee, but honour demanded satisfaction.
With some intel gathering, thanks to Dodger's charm turned on a group of Pomeranians that lived in the same building as the snob. Turns out the overstuffed turkey was a board member at a local museum and was planning a to increase his social standing by giving a few diplomatic visitors a private tour, with an early viewing of a very flashy necklace. Maybe when his main attraction turned up missing he'd learn a little lesson on karma, or at least the dog-ma behind the wheel of the kar-ma. Then after he had made a fool of himself trying to explain things along would come Dodger, hero of the hour returning the necklace and serving up some humble pie.
The others were left unaware of this particular adventure in case it went bad, but with New York's coolest canine on the case things would go smoother than jazz. Or at least that was the plan until Dodger was disturbed by a rat in a very out of date but high class suit. He even had a little cape.
"Hey, if it ain't the Phantom of the Opera. Hate to tell you short stuff but I don't think you have the neckline for that shiny choker." He puffed himself up a little at the threat. "So what kind of problem are we talking? You gonna take a leap up to bite my ankles?"
Ratigan narrowed his eyes at the dog, his mouth twisting into a mirthless sneer. So he was after the same prize. Well, that simply wouldn't do. There were other valuables here he could take instead, true, but this was quickly becoming a matter of pride as well as necessity. He'd put precious time into planning this heist, and he was determined to see it through as planned.
Ratigan knew he had no chance at winning in a brawl with the mutt, though he'd been riled up enough by Dodger's taunts to want to try his hand all the same, but he could certainly outmaneuver and outwit his apparent rival.
"...Hilarious. Your suggestion is rather tempting, I'll admit, but I am a gentleman, so... After you. Sir."
The professor swept an arm in the direction of the necklace's display case, his sneer transmuted into a faint smirk. Sure, letting the other would-be thief spring whatever alarms and traps were set up in the hallway was a risky move, but it was the best option he had.
And anyway, it'd be worth it just to see the cocky canine's ego taken down a peg or two as he walked himself into a trap. He'd be forced to watch as Ratigan slipped past the museum's defenses to victory and left Dodger in his dust. Having a witness would make his success that much sweeter.
"You might walk away empty handed but at least you get to see a master at work."
Dodger swiped quickly with his front paw, scooping up Ratigan and planting him on a nearby bench to give him a good view as the canine defeated every piece of high tech equipment between him and the prize. The necklace was in the furthest part of the hall with one way in or out, each segment of the hall having progressively trickier devices guarding the way. The first one needed some prep, which was why Dodger had pattered over to a nearby water cooler and propped himself up to operate the button. With his front paws holding the button down he got a quick drink before letting the drip tray overflow onto the floor, just enough for him to get his paws nice and slippery.
"Touch sensitive floor. Doesn't go off if say, the guard drops his coffee on it, but it's gonna ring the alarms if something keeps hitting the floor and raising like footsteps. So if you want to cross this floor you have to do without lifting your feet." His voice lowered into an impersonation of a sports broadcaster giving the commentary on an athletes warmup. "and a hush falls over the stadium as Dodger prepares for the often attempted but never achieved world record slip and slide."
He rushed towards the first hallway segment, dropping to the floor suddenly but letting his slick paw pads carry him all the way down to where the floor changed textures. He even put a little spin to his movements so that he could see Ratigan's reaction to his awesomeness. As Dodger finally hit the safe spot between segments he raised his front paws in victory, resisting the urge to imitate a cheering crowd and settling for a ever humble speech in honour of his achievement.
"I'd like to thank my trainer, the support of my fans and to tell all the rodents watching that you just gotta believe in yourself."
He'd let Ratigan catch up to get a closer look as Dodger tackled the next obstacle. Heck he already got a demonstration from the master.
ooc: I'm sure Ratigan already has his method of infiltration. Sorry about all the ego. If you like feel free to dictate the next security system. Maybe we can leapfrog it? XD
Last Edit: Aug 15, 2017 17:27:21 GMT -5 by Deleted
Ratigan spluttered at the sheer indignity of Dodger's man--er, dog-handling him, but the canine had already turned away before Ratigan had time to utter any kind of reprimand. He settled for shooting a withering look at the dog as he prepared to cross the first obstacle.
The rodent couldn't help but roll his eyes at Dodger's showmanship. Typical amateur behaviour, he thought. Never celebrate until you knew for certain that the whole job was done. That had been his mistake with Basil, and he wasn't about to repeat history. Dodger, on the other hand... Well, letting him make a fool of himself suited Ratigan very nicely.
Fortunately for him, the ventilation system for this museum had narrow, un-monitored air ducts placed along the floor, and not up above, so at least he wouldn't look the fool trying to climb up to the ceiling. While Dodger slid down the hall, Ratigan hopped off the bench, heading to the vent he'd located while casing the place to pry open the cover.
"I see you've at least done some research. Good for you." He snarked. "Too bad you couldn't have taken the shortcut. Have fun with the next section." He bared his teeth in what might have been called a grin in other circumstances, waved mockingly at Dodger, and disappeared into the vent that led to the other end of the hallway.
Now all Ratigan had to do was move quickly and hope that the laser tripwires covering the next section of the hallway would at least slow Dodger down enough for him to catch up, if not get ahead a little provided his own progress wouldn't be impeded by anything unexpected... Unexpected like the fan that was blocking his path, forcing him back out into the hallway just beyond the reach of the tripwires.
But it was only a minor setback--he was still ahead of Dodger for the moment, after all. Ratigan sneered at the dog over his shoulder, then turned his attention forwards once more, trying to recall what the next obstacle was and how he'd planned to overcome it before Dodger had the chance to overtake him again.
The little rat had his route all worked out, dismissing Dodger's very charitable demonstration and advice to scamper through the vents instead. Fair enough, not like everyone could be a genius hip canine. As Ratigan dropped out of sight again the terrier poked his nose in the vent after him.
"You know that you'll have to stop using that trick eventually right? Otherwise you'll hit a little snag like say....the necklace you want to get being up here and not in the vent."
Lasers, just like in a spy movie the gang had watched a few weeks back. The hero in that movie had managed to avoid the beams with a harness hooked from the ceiling that allowed him to swing over the beams. Dodger didn't have any high tech secret agent gadgets like that, but he did have a very special power that few possessed and fewer mastered. Superman might leap tall buildings, Indiana Jones could crack his whip and Annie Oakley could shoot a partridge with a single cartridge but all of those paled in comparison to Street savoir-faire.
As the beams raised, lowered and drifted across the hallway in regular patterns Dodger closed his eyes and tapped into the beat of the room. The water fountain back down the hallway dripped steadily, the fan in the vent chopped the air as it spun and one of the security guards a few rooms away snored in a regular pattern of three sharp snorts followed by a deep exhale. It wasn't much, but once the sounds synchronised up and you could feel the beat you could do anything with it. A few quick steps side to side and he was off.
The laser beams spun around him, each one almost a hairs breadth away from hitting him and setting off an alarm. Almost didn't count though, Dodger was moving to the groove and dancing his way through the danger. Soon he was through the lasers and in front of the next part of the hallway. This time he paused to let Ratigan catch up, maybe let him go first and fall into the next trap.
"New toy imported from San Fransokyo. Never been but I've heard they love their robots and other crazy stuff like that."
Each of the four corners of the room around the display case had a small box, one near the floor and one near the ceiling making eight in all. Should something disturb the display case in too overt a way the boxes would open to reveal a series of robotic arms to grapple the intruder. Dodger took a playful bow as if to invite his rival into doing his best.
Ratigan, deep in thought, hadn't noticed that Dodger had taken care of the tripwires until the dog spoke, close enough to his ear that the professor flinched at the sudden sound. He recovered quickly, but likely not quickly enough to prevent the canine from noticing his surprise. Ratigan growled incoherently under his breath, mentally berating his past self for deciding to wait one more night before setting this plan into motion. If he'd gone with his instincts and staged this heist just one evening earlier, he wouldn't have this problem. This mangy, loudmouthed problem.
Now, these robots, on the other hand--that was the sort of thing he could deal with in his sleep. Even if San Fransokyo's technology was more advanced than what he was used to, it couldn't be that much more intricate than his own designs, and it certainly wouldn't be immune to tampering. The biggest issue would be disabling the boxes on the ceiling. Unless, perhaps, he could get rid of both his mechanical and animal problems in one fell swoop. A rather neat solution was unveiling itself, he thought, though it was risky, and more than a little distasteful.
"This is going to be just as unpleasant for me as it will be for you, believe me..." Ratigan muttered, stepping back from the doorway before darting over to Dodger and biting down hard on one of his hind legs, hoping that the shock and pain would be enough to spur the dog forward and cause him to collide with the display case.
If Dodger thought longer than a few minutes about consequences he wouldn't have turned his back on Ratigan, but instead he focused on the display case and considered his own plan on how he would evade the security traps when he had to go for the necklace. Of course he didn't think about it, he did turn his back and he was caught completely by surprise when the rat bit down on his back leg. The terrier rushed forwards with a yelp and crashed right into the security ropes around the case, entangling himself as the posts were pulled down hitting the floor loud enough to trigger the sensors.
The security boxes opened up and robotic arms sprang out, padded hands on flexible, telescoping arms. Dodger tried to evade them as best as he could, leaping over and ducking under as they grabbed at him. The arms tangled around each other, working against themselves rather than in unison giving the dog time to make it back up the hallway. As he was near safety he sprinted and lunged, intending to give Ratigan a taste of his own medicine. Unfortunately the arms retracted, unravelled and lashed out again all at once seizing him in mid leap. Dodger was left suspended in mid air just above Ratigan snapping his jaws furiously.
"You dirty little rat! When I get down from here I'm going to hang you up by your tail and use you as a speed bag!"
Alarms would be going off shortly, attracting security and leaving Dodger in an even worse position to be making threats.
Ratigan only laughed in response, striding past Dodger to the other side of the case and fishing a glass cutter out of his coat pocket. Everything was going in his favour--as well it should, in his opinion. There was, however, the unfortunate lingering taste of dog fur in his mouth, but that was a small price to pay for victory.
"I really ought to thank you, I suppose." He mused as he climbed up the case and set to work cutting a hole in the glass box covering the necklace--the last obstacle between him and his prize. "Without your charitable assistance, I'd still be working to disarm those traps. You've saved me quite some time!"
Ratigan snickered, knowing that his comments would only serve to irritate the mutt further. His work on the glass was finished just as the alarms started to sound, and he wasted no time reaching into the newly made hole in the case to pull out the necklace.
As he jumped back down, Ratigan heard heavy footsteps echoing down the corridor, getting louder with each passing second. That'd be the security guard, which meant it was time for him to make good his escape.
"Better luck next time. Mangy mutt." He muttered as he headed past Dodger and towards the air vent in the hallway that he'd used as a shortcut before, without so much as a backward glance at the canine--or the mechanical arms holding him aloft, which, Ratigan belatedly remembered, were designed to eventually release their hold on anything smaller and lighter than a human adult. At that realization, his pace quickened in a desperate bid to reach the safety of the vent before Dodger got loose.
The rat was confident in his victory, leaving Dodger trapped as he almost casually strutted past him and worked his way through the display case. There was even time for a few extra insults that made the terrier bare his teeth. Still the arms didn't give enough to let him stop the theft of the necklace.
While Ratigan made his exit with the prize and the guards approached, a panel on the wall linked to the arms started to beep. The message on the display screen was hard to read from his current position but Dodger was relieved when the arms lowered him to the ground and released their hold. It looked like this game was going in to extra innings.
Dodger charged back down the hallway, barking furiously and tripping every laser and other sensor he'd evaded the first time around. Sirens blared and the guard picked up speed just in time to trip over the dog and get trapped behind shutters that lowered from the ceilings intended to trap intruders. Dodger's shorter height allowed him to pass under at full speed before they closed. Four canine legs won out every time and he managed to skid to a stop in front of the vent to block Ratigan.
"Hey buddy. Dunno where you think you're going. I was just coming to see you about a necklace, an insult...oh yeah and a speed bag."
He crouched low, ready for a pounce but taking his time. Unwise considering the cunning that his opponent had but as far as he was concerned Dodger had the size advantage and that was all he needed at this moment in time.
"So why don't you drop the rubies, apologise and I might just settle for kicking you like I'm going for a winning field goal."
Ratigan skidded to a stop with a grimace as white fur filled his vision. He craned his neck, searching for an opening that would allow him to duck past the dog and scramble into the safety of the vent, but to no avail.
He growled in frustration--he'd been too cocky, he realized, just as he'd internally mocked the mutt in front of him for being overconfident earlier. He'd merely wished to celebrate his assumed victory, but it had only served to cost him precious seconds and further anger the canine now blocking his intended path to safety.
And now, well, now Ratigan really had to improvise. Oh, how he hated it when things didn't go according to his plans. He was determined that someone, somehow, would pay for this deeply irritating inconvenience, and Dodger was handy...
"I don't think so, fluffy--you'll have to catch me first!" He snarled, swinging the necklace about to gain momentum before whipping it upwards to strike Dodger in the muzzle. His enemy briefly incapacitated, Ratigan wasted no time in taking off down the hallway almost on all fours, prize still in hand.
His smaller size meant that it was easier and quicker for him to get around the lasers than it would be for his pursuer, which would allow him to put a safe distance between the two of them--or so he hoped. Ratigan knew that if he let that insufferable canine catch up to him now, he'd be in deep trouble, but it was a risk he was willing to take in order to leave victorious.
Last Edit: Sept 26, 2017 23:20:00 GMT -5 by Deleted
Again the rat had sucker punched him, or rather sucker bit followed by sucker necklace to the face. Dodger yelped and rubbed his nose, wincing as he felt a small cut likely from the edge of one of the rubies. While he was distracted Ratigan ran off once more, right down another set of lasers.
"Two strikes you little weasel."
Dodger resumed the chase, barking as he ran. The lasers were just as erratic as last time, necessitating him to lose some ground avoiding them while Ratigan could get through them easier. As he reached the end of one set the dog flicked his tail through a beam closing another security shutter behind him just in case his target tried to circle back. It wasn't a trick he could keep up forever though, close off too many exits and he himself wouldn't be able to get out.
"Can't run forever. and I'm just getting madder."
He snapped at his quarry as he got closer, managing to snag on his cape. Normally he'd be able to yank the rodent right off his feet but this particular rat was pretty big in comparison to others and Dodger was having a hard time getting footing on the slick museum floors. For now he continued in a sliding run after Ratigan, fabric between his teeth trying to drag him down.
Ratigan had just managed to clear the pressurized tiles when he felt a tug on his cape--Dodger had caught up. He fumbled with the clasps, but was able to undo them and free himself after another frantic moment, throwing himself out of the way of the dog's paws as soon as he was able. He hated having to leave his opera cape in the jaws of a canine--particularly this one, as he'd proved quite irritating--but it would, he hoped, be a worthy sacrifice to ensure that he escaped with the necklace.
He got back to his feet quickly, bracing himself to dash past the mutt and down another hallway, but the sounds of human voices and footsteps nearby stilled his movements. Of course--the security guard had a radio on him. He'd called the police, and they were scouring the building looking for their would-be thief.
Now, he could easily find a hiding place for himself, but with Dodger still in the equation, the authorities would be alerted to his presence one way or another, and he'd likely be forced to abandon the necklace in favour of escaping their clutches. That was a highly unappealing prospect. Was it less appealing, however, than teaming up with the mongrel to escape and splitting the profits of their joint venture?
Yes, he concluded, an alliance was the better option--besides, if he could convince Dodger to work with him now, he might be able to call on the dog again. He was fairly clever, and quick, and could certainly prove useful. He held up his hands and began to speak, voice low and hurried.
"Look, neither of us wants to get caught... And I don't need the whole necklace, I suppose--a couple of the gems will do. Call it a truce, and we'll share the prize? We both have a much better chance of getting out of here if we work together..."
Dodger gave the loose cape a little chew before spitting it out, in that time Ratigan had given his offer of a truce while they escaped. A quick twitch of the dog's ears confirmed that the police had arrived and began their search of the museum for the intruders.
"Sounds tempting but after some memorisation of events that occurred not long ago, namely biting me and attempting to leave me as a scapegoat, I have my own terms for any alliance."
He dropped back on his hind legs letting a smile split his face. If the rat was desperate enough to offer a truce and split the loot then he clearly thought he was in enough trouble to really need Dodger's help, which would not come cheap.
"Term the first, I get to hold the necklace while we make out egress from the situation you caused by using me to set off the traps. Term the second, term the first is non negotiable if the little furry second party in front of me doesn't want to run on a little wheel in the big house. Term the third, if terms the first and second are disagreeable the incredibly handsome first party will have no choice but to play the role of lovable stray who just happened to catch a criminal in the act."
Dodger's tail wagged back and forth, imitating the pendulum of a clock to illustrate the limited time of his offer. To punctuate the urgency further and deny Ratigan any peaceful time to think the terrier hummed some countdown music from a TV gameshow.
"The first party would also remind the second party, should he try to 'rat' me out. Heh. That the second party's paw prints are all over the case and necklace while the members of the New York Police Department might not have the brains to consider that a lovable pooch like myself would be masterminding a museum heist."
ooc: Sorry for the pre betrayal. Figured that they're both scheming against each other so hope this is okay.
Ratigan growled impatiently as the dog gave his terms--there was no time to waste on details now, when guards could arrive and catch them at any minute. He prided himself on being a gentleman of his word, and would gladly have worked out fair terms after the danger had passed. Now, however, he was sorely tempted to rescind his proposal and attempt to evade both the irritatingly smug Dodger and the police.
There was, he realized, a third option--his 'paw prints' weren't all over the necklace. Ratigan, like any decent thief, was wearing gloves, a fact which Dodger had overlooked. He could easily just give his prize to the dog and leave him at the mercy of the authorities while Ratigan made his own way out. But that would entail giving up what he'd worked so hard to attain, and he'd rather have something to show for his efforts tonight besides the satisfaction of outsmarting the upstart canine in front of him.
There was only one decision that promised less risk for his reward. Scowling in his defeat, Ratigan pulled off a couple dangling gems and tucked them inside his coat before tossing the necklace itself to Dodger. "Very well. Follow me, and quickly. Quietly, too, if you please."
He started heading to the right. The next room had a very handy bench positioned underneath a window, but he'd need Dodger's assistance to reach it and make his escape. Hopefully there would be a way for the dog to climb or jump down from there, too, but if not--well, that was no loss as long as Ratigan could snatch the necklace back quickly enough.
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Professor Ratigan: I'm cosplaying Pearl from Steven Universe and Joseph Joestar from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure!
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Professor Ratigan: I'm almost done both of them, I just have to finish styling Pearl's wig and fix up Joseph's gloves and wristbands
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Basil of Baker Street: Awesome. Had to look up Jojo because I'm not hip with the modern pop culture but I hope they turn out well.
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Professor Ratigan: I only just started watching the anime last year and I haven't even touched the manga, so I'm barely hip with it lol. fortunately I have my cosplay buddy guiding me through the whole experience
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Professor Ratigan: also I finally finished the gloves! They were more of a pain to work with than I expected, but they'll hold together... I hope...
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Basil of Baker Street: Niceness. Hoping they hold also. Got the Dublin comic con next Saturday here. Hoping to meet Karl Urban.
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Professor Ratigan: Cool! I think he's coming to my city in the fall, if I remember correctly. Hope you enjoy the con, Daryl!
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Basil of Baker Street: I spoke too soon. Karl Urban had to cancel for schedule conflicts. They got Nick Frost though, I'm gonna ask him if he'll sign my Hot Fuzz.
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