My Miraculous, UNLOCK! A PSL for a Ladybug in Japan.
After settling in, Tom and Sabine would have given Marinette a surprise gift, since they could tell that she hadn't fully wanted to come overseas on this trip. So once they were settled in they gave her an envelope. Inside was a concert ticket for the next night and some spending money to buy herself either something to wear for the concert, or cloth if she wanted to make something herself, since the air B&B they were staying at had a sewing machine. They would be at the concert too, since it was a strange city in a foreign country and all, but they assured her they would be sitting several rows back.
They totally weren't going so Tom could spy on if she was flirting with any Japanese boys, NOPE! Not at all. She can't prove it.
Anyway.
So she would be given an afternoon with some money and a map to wander if she wanted to, so long as she was home in time for dinner. There might have been threats that if she was late coming back for dinner they would spend the whole concert glued to her side, but that was probably a joke. Right?
It was cold outside, late December snows keeping some people indoors, so the streets weren't too crowded, but that made it that much easier to catch hints of conversations from the people who were out. Teenagers and kids were talking about school, and sports, and the upcoming concert which seemed to be a big deal. The two main acts were a boy band called Darts and a singer named Utau. There were subtle advertisements here and there, but at least one shop window had a pair of posters for them. Darts was all cookie cutter boy band, and on the young side. Nothing like the energy someone would get from a Jagged Stone poster. It looked like SAFE had been the key word for the design team.
The poster for Utau however....
The girl in the poster couldn't have been older than sixteen or seventeen, and the babydoll black dress and the blond pigtails should have made her look soft and safe as well. Should have made her look young, even with the tall heels she was wearing. But there was nothing comforting or cookie cutter about the poster of her. Everything from the look in her eyes to her stance seemed to act as a warning. Or maybe that was just because Mari knew Chloé. Just from the image she seemed to have all the attitude Chloé tried to have. But what held people going by was the expression on her face. The eyes. Where all the boys of Darts were smiling brightly at the camera, and thus the passer bye, her violet eyes held a challenge, her lips a slight down turn that might remind one of Gabriel Agreste at his more irritated. As though the photo shoot, or perhaps the audience, was a waste of her time.
In fact, some of the people passing by would comment, and Mari could hear them, about how she was so pretty, why wouldn't she smile, or about how her music was so good you almost didn't care that her poster looked like it hated you. A few guys starred dreamily at the poster, though.
One boy, maybe 19 or so, stopped near Mari, eyeing the poster for a moment, his eyes cool, his face blank, hands in his pockets. Unlike everyone else, he hadn't bothered with a winter coat, wearing an all black outfit with small silver crosses here and there. He had short dark blue hair and for some reason might aaaaaalmost remind her of Chat, though there was no logical reason for it. Tikki, however, would sense something from him. The boy didn't seem to notice Mari at all, however, and would turn and walk off again after only a moment, seeming bored.
And he wouldn't be the only one Tikki would sense something odd about. Not five minutes later, three girls would be passing, huddled in their jackets. Two of them looked about a year or two younger than Marinette, the third looked a year or two younger than that. The youngest looking one had brownish hair in pigtails that DID make her look younger, but the barrettes might have something to do with that. Big red bows. She was also bouncing a bit as she walked, and all her mannerisms made her seem young. Of the other two, one had shockingly pink hair with a red X hair barrette over one small lock that was pulled up over the rest, and bored seeming gold eyes. She was hunched into her black and red jacket against the cold. The third had long purple hair Juleka would have loved and kind eyes, along with small kind expressions. She moved with a gentle grace, small fluid motions, and her jacket was well tailored to her and looked very feminine in style and cut. Very well made. The other two were clearly wearing off the rack coats, hers looked custom designed for her.
The youngest was talking animatedly. "Are we going to Utau's concert this time too, do you think? Should we ask Kukai and Tadase at school tomorrow?"
"Do we have a choice, after last time?" The pink haired one grumbled.
"Hmmm," the purple haired one said. "We probably should go. Let's bring it up at the meeting, alright?"
She looked like she was about to say something then looked around, scowling. She stared at Marinette for a moment then looked past her, before turning to the purple haired girl. "Where are Ran and the others?"
"I think Kiseki said something about training, they'll be along." And with that the three kept walking.
But not only would Tikki sense something odd from those three, the pink haired one the most, but.... something the pink haired one was wearing or carrying under that coat and scarf, hidden from sight, was something that Tikki would feel like a wave of power. As if she had just eaten one of the macarons with an enhancement potion in it. Something that girl had with her would make Tikki feel strong and amped up... but it wasn't any feeling she'd recognize.
They totally weren't going so Tom could spy on if she was flirting with any Japanese boys, NOPE! Not at all. She can't prove it.
Anyway.
So she would be given an afternoon with some money and a map to wander if she wanted to, so long as she was home in time for dinner. There might have been threats that if she was late coming back for dinner they would spend the whole concert glued to her side, but that was probably a joke. Right?
It was cold outside, late December snows keeping some people indoors, so the streets weren't too crowded, but that made it that much easier to catch hints of conversations from the people who were out. Teenagers and kids were talking about school, and sports, and the upcoming concert which seemed to be a big deal. The two main acts were a boy band called Darts and a singer named Utau. There were subtle advertisements here and there, but at least one shop window had a pair of posters for them. Darts was all cookie cutter boy band, and on the young side. Nothing like the energy someone would get from a Jagged Stone poster. It looked like SAFE had been the key word for the design team.
The poster for Utau however....
The girl in the poster couldn't have been older than sixteen or seventeen, and the babydoll black dress and the blond pigtails should have made her look soft and safe as well. Should have made her look young, even with the tall heels she was wearing. But there was nothing comforting or cookie cutter about the poster of her. Everything from the look in her eyes to her stance seemed to act as a warning. Or maybe that was just because Mari knew Chloé. Just from the image she seemed to have all the attitude Chloé tried to have. But what held people going by was the expression on her face. The eyes. Where all the boys of Darts were smiling brightly at the camera, and thus the passer bye, her violet eyes held a challenge, her lips a slight down turn that might remind one of Gabriel Agreste at his more irritated. As though the photo shoot, or perhaps the audience, was a waste of her time.
In fact, some of the people passing by would comment, and Mari could hear them, about how she was so pretty, why wouldn't she smile, or about how her music was so good you almost didn't care that her poster looked like it hated you. A few guys starred dreamily at the poster, though.
One boy, maybe 19 or so, stopped near Mari, eyeing the poster for a moment, his eyes cool, his face blank, hands in his pockets. Unlike everyone else, he hadn't bothered with a winter coat, wearing an all black outfit with small silver crosses here and there. He had short dark blue hair and for some reason might aaaaaalmost remind her of Chat, though there was no logical reason for it. Tikki, however, would sense something from him. The boy didn't seem to notice Mari at all, however, and would turn and walk off again after only a moment, seeming bored.
And he wouldn't be the only one Tikki would sense something odd about. Not five minutes later, three girls would be passing, huddled in their jackets. Two of them looked about a year or two younger than Marinette, the third looked a year or two younger than that. The youngest looking one had brownish hair in pigtails that DID make her look younger, but the barrettes might have something to do with that. Big red bows. She was also bouncing a bit as she walked, and all her mannerisms made her seem young. Of the other two, one had shockingly pink hair with a red X hair barrette over one small lock that was pulled up over the rest, and bored seeming gold eyes. She was hunched into her black and red jacket against the cold. The third had long purple hair Juleka would have loved and kind eyes, along with small kind expressions. She moved with a gentle grace, small fluid motions, and her jacket was well tailored to her and looked very feminine in style and cut. Very well made. The other two were clearly wearing off the rack coats, hers looked custom designed for her.
The youngest was talking animatedly. "Are we going to Utau's concert this time too, do you think? Should we ask Kukai and Tadase at school tomorrow?"
"Do we have a choice, after last time?" The pink haired one grumbled.
"Hmmm," the purple haired one said. "We probably should go. Let's bring it up at the meeting, alright?"
She looked like she was about to say something then looked around, scowling. She stared at Marinette for a moment then looked past her, before turning to the purple haired girl. "Where are Ran and the others?"
"I think Kiseki said something about training, they'll be along." And with that the three kept walking.
But not only would Tikki sense something odd from those three, the pink haired one the most, but.... something the pink haired one was wearing or carrying under that coat and scarf, hidden from sight, was something that Tikki would feel like a wave of power. As if she had just eaten one of the macarons with an enhancement potion in it. Something that girl had with her would make Tikki feel strong and amped up... but it wasn't any feeling she'd recognize.
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Probably, even in all that, someone got at least one photo. She can just picture Alya all over it and wondering what it meant that she was now apparently in Japan for some reason. Marinette sighs, biting her lip and figuring they could sort it in the morning. It was late. So she heads to bed herself, the sun rising and peeking through the curtains, making her raise the blankets to try block it out more as she mumbles something about five more minutes.
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"Alright. I'll try pocket some for you."
And Tikki. She's still unsure how this is going to work with having both of them for the day. For now though, she first takes a shower before putting on her new outfit Miki had made for her. Once she is dressed, then she heads out downstairs to meet her parents for breakfast.
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[Just because she isn't sure if others might find it strange if she apparently keeps dropping the food. Bringing it back to her room after seems safer. At the least, that way she can bring some for Miki and Tikki too. Marinette is still just mindful that everyone could see Tikki, but she tries to resist the urge to hide Miki because of that. Knowing the other is probably fine to actually be out and about like this, as she chooses her breakfast and sits down with her parents to eat.]
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Once they had parted, Marinette heads back to her room to make sure she has everything she needs before heading back out to explore for the day.
"I guess I do have time until the others would finish school. That gives me plenty of time to head out and sketch more outfit ideas."
From the windows of shops or from the fashion she sees people wearing as they pass by on the streets, in getting inspiration.
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There was Adrien, of course. And most everyone who knows Marinette is aware of that crush. Maybe except Adrien himself. But that doesn't stop her obvious flustered stammering, her cheeks tinging pink as she distractedly ensures she has her key card to get back into the hotel and her room, her wallet and phone, the money her parents gave her for food and any cute clothes or souvenirs she might find.
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Yeah, that came blurting out quick. No real surprise there. Marinette does get a little more flustered though, not having intended to sound so...confrontational? To blurt out Adrien's name like that? Still, she gathers her things and double checks she has everything before heading out for the day, ensuring Miki was alright at her shoulder, and glancing in her bag for Tikki, ensuring she had some snacks ready in there just in case.
Then she heads outside, wandering and exploring for a bit while the others would be in class, presumably. She sits herself down at one of the parks or cafes and people watches for a bit, window shopping, maybe picking up a couple of gifts for her friends she sees. Then when it gets later, she checks her phone where she'd made a note on where to meet the others, checking the map for directions.
"Let's see....this way?"
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But when it became time to meet up she would give directions.
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Yup, if Miki lets her, Marinette could probably go on all day about darling Adrien. Still, it's soon enough time to head off, and she lets Miki direct her to their designated meeting place. Not that she had anticipated anything happening, but she is glad of the directions, for that assistance even if she did have maps on her phone. She hurries to ensure she makes it there on time to hopefully meet the others as they finish their classes.
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Back behind the school was a lot of land. Some field, some woody areas, some athletic areas and a huge domed area like an igloo shaped greenhouse, large enough for a school dance. Miki flew off her shoulder when they got there to fly to the door, waiting impatiently for Marinette to open it.
Once in, there was a long paved walk with flower beds alongside the path. It led up for nearly a half block before leading to a few short steps. Up those steps was a large white table with white comfortable looking chairs. Nadeshiko was moving about gracefully setting out a beautiful tea setting for everyone. It was very European with the tiered trays of snacks and the lovely tall tea pot. The teacups were all the delicate sort of china most people kept Marinette well away from, and the plates and saucers matched.
The whole area smelled wonderful, a mix of flowers and bakery. There was a water fountain somewhere, lending soft lapping noises to the peace of the area. Temari was gently nudging the folded napkins into standing properly while Nadeshiko was setting out the tea cups. She looked up and smiled warmly at them. ~Miki, Marinette, hello,~ she said in French, setting down the last cup so she could come around and curtsy, which was quite the feat in her short skirt. She was wearing the school uniform, so a short plaid red skirt, black blazer, white shirt, red tie. Marinette would have seen it on a few people on campus, with the boys being in a version that was blue for the plaid and tie, and shorts instead of a skirt. But on NAdeshiko it looked different. Part of that was the way her long purple ponytail made a backdrop for the outfit, making it clear by hanging below the fabric just how short that skirt was. Part of it was her natural grace and stance which none of the other students had. Part of it was the knee high boots she wore. But part of it... was the small capelet she wore over the blazer. It matched the skirt and closed in the front with two small buttons - one on either side of a strip of plaid fabric. It went almost down to her elbows all around and somehow added an elegance to the uniform that made it seem less like a school uniform and more like an odd but fashionable statement.
~I have the last period free, but the others will be here soon.~ She walked to one chair and gestured gracefully to it. ~Please feel free to have a seat.~
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She hasn't been around enough to figure if that is part of everyone's uniform but it does seem to be part of it, at least from the colours. Back home she doesn't need to wear a uniform to school but she knows it is a pretty common thing for schools to have them, here in Japan at least.
"Hey! Ah, so you have like a study period? I usually use those in the library to catch up with homework or something. But thanks, glad I found the place."
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In that Nadeshiko still gets some stuff done while waiting around a bit with the food at least. Marinette tries too, but she is far more prone to getting distracted, to forgetting things and such. But she has to admire that. It sounds like she is all ready for their little get together, so now they were just waiting on the others, who hopefully would be out of class soon!
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She just can't quite make the same use of Tikki, at least in public where others might see. Not if she wants to keep up her secret of her being Ladybug and about the kwami and all, at least. So it is a little different for her in that sense in needing to keep in mind that people could actually see Tikki.
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"So you don't almost stop believing in her like Amu did," Miki said softly.
NAdeshiko nodded. "But she believes now. In you, and in herself."
"Who believes in who?" Yaya asked, racing up the walk to snag her usual seat, launching herself into it and throwing her fists up when she nails the landing. "YEAH!" she cheered. Her little baby chara cheered with her.
Nadeshiko gave her a loving smile and chuckled. "We were talking about Amu."
"Why are we talking about Amu?" Kukai asked, walking up with Tadase, their charas floating over head.
"Is hinomori-san alright?" Tadase asked, concerned.
Amu, bringing up the rear, apparently unnoticed by the boys who had stopped to ask their questions, asked one of her own "Why wouldn't I be, exactly?"
Where Yaya's uniform matched Nadeshiko, though less neat and with Mary Janes, the boys wore the blue plaid version, still with the capelets. Amu however.... everything about how she wore her uniform said "attitude issues". Unlike the others, she had no capes, HEr skirt was pulled down lower on one side than the other, her blazer was more open than closed, her shirt untucked, her tie half undone, which showed off the lock she wore on a chain around her neck. Instead of the cape she had a single blood red solid armband safety pinned to her jacket. Even how she stood, now that she wasn't in the weird transformation outfit or party clothes or a bulky jacket made her stand out. Then again, how each of them stood said a lot. Nadeshiko stood with perfect posture, but her hands behind her back when she wasn't serving, head canted slightly. Tadease stood straight, but like he was forcing himself to. Kukai had the look of someone who was lounged on a sofa, even when he was standing, hands behind his head and now that he wasn't walking, one foot propped up behind the other. Yaya was the only one sitting and she was bouncing like a kid. Amu on the other hand hand her bag held in one hand over her shoulder, hip cocked, with her other hand on it, head tilted.
"Oh, Amu-chan, Sorry, Sohma-kun was just talking about you."
Amu's eyes narrowed a bit and she flipped some hair off her shoulder. "Why, exactly?" she asked, voice cool.
Ran bounced out of Amu's bag, giggling a bit as she waved Miki over, but he stayed with Marinette to keep translating.
Nadeshiko smiled at all of them. "We have a lot to get through today, so I made the tea a little extra sweet. Because our guest is from France I tried my hand at some french desserts today, but we also have some sandwiches. We may have to double up to fit everything in today, but I'm sure that after our new friend leaves, the charas can help Amu train so that Kukai can help with the paperwork."
Everyone made their way to their seats, except NAdeshiko who busied herself pouring tea.
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For now though, she was just glad the others had made it and at least initially, seems happy enough to sit back and listen to them interpret the conversations for her. Content enough to snack as she listens, picking up the odd word here and there that she recognizes and knows, at least. Somewhat. She's still unsure about revealing Tikki to them, so for now the kwami stays in her bag. At least unless Tikki was okay with coming out and revealing them as Ladybug.
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Nadeshiko smiled warmly. "Thank you, Yaya-chan. Tea, Marinette-san?"
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He steepled his fingers and leaned forward slightly. "I am certain that you have questions for us, please feel free."
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She already has Tikki as it is. But perhaps that is how and why she can see these chara creatures? Or, Marinette figures. She is curious though. Given that she only knows of the Miraculous that Fu has shown her and granted her access to give to her friends to help in their fights against Papillon.
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gyah wrong colour last post.
It's okay.
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I almost posted something else, then realized this was an earlier canon point.
Heh. Canon points are fun like that.
Lol yeah.
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trying to remember who had what colours, lol.
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HAd extra icon space so gave him an icon here.
Ah okay. Nice!
Re: Ah okay. Nice!
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And this was why I asked for permission to god mode, cause this makes so much sense for Tsukasa
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Gyah, stupid HTML break.
HTML happens.
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