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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 ChloƩ. Just from the image she seemed to have all the attitude ChloƩ 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 ChloƩ. Just from the image she seemed to have all the attitude ChloƩ 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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Date: 2020-02-16 08:09 am (UTC)Ran danced around in the air. "You'll see, you'll see!"
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Date: 2020-02-21 07:21 am (UTC)[If they're sure this might somehow help? Marinette gives an almost apologetic look to Amu before turning and saying the phrase, repeating what the chara had said for her to say. She's not....entirely sure what to expect? Sweets or something? From what the others had said happened last time?]
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Date: 2020-02-21 08:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-26 08:02 am (UTC)She coughs, waving a hand in front of her. She's quite used to the flour, living at the bakery and all but even so. She can't help but to cough and splutter as she glances around.]
Sorry everyone? But um. Thanks? For the help? Now to figure getting this cleaned before we leave for the flight.....
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Date: 2020-02-26 07:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-29 12:51 am (UTC)[Compared to the others she is less sure on what to expect. What sort of abilities the Chara might have and all. So naturally she has more reason to question, to wonder and be curious on these. For all that she is about to go back home and all.]
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Date: 2020-02-29 07:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-29 10:09 pm (UTC)[She says with a shrug, assuming that's what the chara means. She repeats the phrase, hoping this would work and the flour would be all clean. While she is used to flour, at least downstairs the bakery didn't have carpet like this, along with the bed and everything to get it all over, like in this hotel room.]
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Date: 2020-02-29 10:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-03-01 04:18 am (UTC)[Marinette can't help but to grin, taking in that fresh, clean smell. It was even better than when she had first arrived, when the maids had come in during her stay even. She can't help but to be relieved at that, in that she wouldn't be leaving a mess for them to deal with like that in having them maybe charge her parents or question what she had been up to in here with all the flour everywhere.]
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Date: 2020-03-02 02:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-03-05 08:22 am (UTC)[The chara for helping her. The others for being open, accepting her as she was with being Ladybug and all. Letting her help out and teaching her. She doesn't quite have that back home. Of course she has support from Chat and the rest but it's....different. Somehow. With her being seen as the leader, if there were to be one. Back in Paris.]
[She lets Tikki come too, in letting her Kwami say goodbye as well, as she reaches a hand to Su.]
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Date: 2020-03-05 06:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-03-07 10:13 am (UTC)[But, well, this works out. In her seeing them at least, here. So Marinette gives a nod. They all knew she wasn't staying too long. But she would still miss them.]
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Date: 2020-03-07 10:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-03-09 03:30 am (UTC)[She says, glancing back to her now closed and packed suitcases. Then she glances back to the others, tilting her head.]
It's not....gonna be too big, is it?
[Probably not but just in case? She isn't sure what to expect exactly.]
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Date: 2020-03-09 03:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-03-10 01:13 am (UTC)[At the least, she knows hers is all ready. She thanks them for helping, before going to check on her parents and their packing, whether they would have room in their bags.]
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Date: 2020-03-10 03:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-03-12 07:15 am (UTC)[It won't be long until they need to leave to head to the airport then. To ensure they are in time for their international flight back to Paris. Marinette arrives at the airport checking she has everything, especially her passport, phone and boarding pass for their flight. She goes with her parents to get their bags checked in and weighed, before asking them to wait for her friends to see them off.]
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Date: 2020-03-12 07:59 am (UTC)Nadeshiko had a cloth wrapped package for them. "Snacks for the flight!" she said cheerfully. "We're going to miss you Dupain-Cheng-Sama. Please come visit again soon.'
"You're not half bad to hang around with. See ya around, kid," Kukai said leaning back on oen leg, the other crossed behind him, hands behind his head as he winked.
"Awwww.... Yaya's gonna miss you," Yaya said, sulking a bit.
"Ah, yeah. Sure." Amu wasn't looking at any of them, faintly flushing.
Tadase bowed deeply to her. "Thank you for your assistance." He then bowed to her parents. "Thank you for bringing your daughter to come help us out. It has been wonderful to get to know her."
All the charas gathered around Marinette's face while Tadase had her parents distracted so they could hug her cheeks and say their goodbyes. Su was crying a bit. Miki was shoving drawings she made into Marinette's pockets. the others were all just babbling good byes at her.
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Date: 2020-03-12 11:14 am (UTC)[Though her parents might be confused as to what exactly Marinette did in helping these kids exactly since it would probably be figured more the other way around with locals helping out the tourist if they get lost or such. Still, they seem sufficiently distracted as the chara and Marinette say goodbye, along with Tikki giving a wave of her own from Marinette's bag.]
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Date: 2020-03-13 08:29 am (UTC)"We should let them go," Amu said, seemingly to no one. "Or they'll miss their flight."
Yaya looked at Marinette, eyes wide. "If you miss your flight, does that mean you have to live here with us forever?" she asked, bouncing a bit.
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Date: 2020-03-14 12:02 pm (UTC)[Her parents have their bakery to get back to. She has school. And her friends who will want to hear all about the trip. Marinette gives an apologetic smile, as Tikki takes the offered paper, giving a nod in agreeing to try keep in touch.]
But I have your details. So we can definitely keep in touch!
[She explains, before they are called to the gate for their flight in boarding it. She gives a wave, ensuring she has her carry on, passing the snacks to her mother before they leave.]
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Date: 2020-03-15 07:35 am (UTC)A few months would pass and then a special rare day happened. Adrien had finished a photoshoot at a local public school early and Nino had been hanging around for just in case and it worked. They were able to convince Gorilla to let Adrien stay until the time the shoot was allowed to end, though he was there watching.
A bunch of kids from that neighborhood had been watching the shoot - and waiting for their playground back. As soon as the camera crew packed up, a few of the older boys asked Adrien and Nino to join their pickup game of Basketball. But once they counted up, they were a kid short. Till one of them spotted a young boy in baggy clothes watching them from behind the fence. They called the kid over, asked if he wanted to play. And he did.
But then one of the local kids decided to be a jerk, shoving the new boy. "Why should we have to play with some sort of purple haired freak?" he asked, leering down at the boy who hit the ground. His long loose purple hair was splayed around him, his amber eyes wide. HE shook his head and got up gracefully. "It's fine," he said to anyone who offered to help, his voice quiet and sad. "I don't have to play...."
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