Arséne Lupin of Hell. (Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss )

Threads And Needles

October 15th 20XX

Arséne had been working over at the Hell Factor, Amu was watching over Arsene as he was hitting the bag again. Not using his fist, but his legs as well; Amu thought that this would be training him beyond what he knows. Amu was seeing how Arsene was doing a rhythm between fist and the legs; 4 beats with fist, 2 with legs; 2 with fists, 4 with legs. Each being and even number to where Amu was able to hear, but, Amu started to notice pause, or delays, with his strikes. Arsene was trying to continue the strikes with little time for him to catch his breath.

Amu: What's on your mind?

Arséne slows down, hearing the question, breathing heavily and ragged. It was then that Arsene was seeing his limit.

Arséne: What makes you say that?

Amu: Your punches...they're angry.

Arséne starts to slow down and raises his hands over his head, trying to have more air in his lungs.

Amu: ...Pup.

Arséne: Dark Water.

Amu sighs at hearing the name, he also notices that a few of his fighters were hearing the conversation. Amy had pointed at them to continue on their training. They were all continuing on their training, but Amu knew they would be hearing more.

Amu: You gotta forget about that place, pup. All that place is a flood of despair, all that enters there gets eaten whole.

Arséne punches hard at the bag, making it reach some air from that punch.

Arséne: And doesn't that bother you?

Amu: ...considering we're in hell, that would be obvious.

Arséne breathes heavily from hearing the sarcasm in his words.

Amu: Pup, you can't save everyone by fighting or stealing...sometimes, you lose a few.

Arséne: But that doesn't mean I can't try, huh?

Amu can see that Arsene wasn't going to fight on the subject, to which he sighs and waves the matter away.

Amu: Go for a run, cool off. Come back tomorrow.

Arséne huffs in frustration and begins to head over to the locker.

Amu: And tell Moxxie to come over, he missed a week and a half of training.

Arséne: Talk to Blitzo, he's his boss.

Amu groans and orders his fighters to get back to work. Arséne chuckles a bit as he heads over the lockers. It was then that Arsene was running over the rooftops, parkour and freerunning. Though, the way he has been going it, it might as well be a series of a race course. Arséne was rushing through the rooftops as if he was running towards a goal but nowhere in sight. Hopping over neon signs, jumping gaps between buildings, all in a fit of fierce passion. Twas sudden when he got the sight of a black ball passing his head as he was trying to land, by instinct, Arséne kicked the ball up in the air and quickly found cover from what will come next.

Silence.

Arséne looked up and found that it was one that he knew.

Cherri: Hey Lupin.

Arséne turns to see that Cherri was standing with a bat in hand, making Arsene be in his fighting stance, which Cherri chuckled at the situation.

Cherri: Wow, something got you wound up tight.

Arséne: Relaxes and sighs Am I that obvious?

Cherri: Considering how you haven't noticed me as you were rushing over here like some bat out of hell, I think there's something up. So...Tell me your woes, and then it will be blown up.