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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: 2020-03-30 03:43 am (UTC)[It is true that he doesn't seem to be actively actually physically hurting anyone? But even so. She can't help but to want to try and figure dealing with this anyway. She had to set things back to normal. She can't really allow herself to get involved like that. Can't let herself be a target, then who would deal with the akuma?]
N-no thanks. But I can help you. I can set things right, and we can talk? About helping you be who you want.
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Date: 2020-03-30 08:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-03-30 10:16 am (UTC)[Who? Who was it? Hers? Her chara? She already had Tikki as it is. Let alone adding a chara to deal with on top of this. Still, Marinette isn't given a lot of time to try and think too much on it. She yelps, moving to try and dodge out of the way of the incoming egg, naturally distracted and oblivious to Papillon's rage and confusion over the situation with her identity.]
I just realized that in the akuma weird brain state, Nagihiko is going to react badly to chat.
Date: 2020-03-31 05:03 am (UTC)The mass of people surged towards her, clowns and bakers and painters and every other dream somone might have, each with projectiles that tied to that dream...
Chat and his Life
Date: 2020-04-01 03:28 am (UTC)[But, well. Considering the situation. At the moment she just has to try hold them off and figure where the akumatized item might be. If she can figure what it was, she could then figure a plan to get it and break it, releasing the akuma and saving them. She uses her yoyo to climb back up to a nearby roof as she considers the situation. Hoping for one of the others to come help.]
heh yep. It'll be fun!
Date: 2020-04-01 05:25 am (UTC)Paps, raged. "NO! Get her Miraculous, then you can be her friend!"
He landed neatly despite his size. "Stealing is not the way to make friends," he said simply. She could hear that too, of course, even though she couldn't hear Paps.
"YOU OWE ME A FAVOR! I WANT THE HEROES' MIRACULOUS!"
The Akuma jerked back and dropped back to the ground. Rage and pain twisted the odd Akuma's weird face.
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Date: 2020-04-02 03:01 am (UTC)[Marinette agrees, though of course she is unaware of Papillon's rage. Though she can probably guess he's confused and furious if he's come this close in akumatizing someone that seems to know her like this. She frowns, biting her lip when they jerk back and fall. Instinctively, she approaches, hovering over him with a hand to his shoulder.]
I can help.
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Date: 2020-04-02 03:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-03 06:50 am (UTC)It's just then that Chat Noir does appear, leaping over and asking if she needs a hand.]
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Date: 2020-04-03 06:55 am (UTC)"I WANT HIS MIRACULOUS!" Paps demanded.
And for the part Chat and Ladybug could hear Ćcloson responded with a growled "You can have it after I rip this stray cat to shreds!"
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Date: 2020-04-03 10:30 am (UTC)[Ladybug cries out, approaching to try and pull him away from Chat as her partner used his pole to try defend himself in trying to push the akuma away with, to get him off as they fall back to the rooftop and he's on top of Chat Noir. Chat extends his pole to try push Ćcloson off, to try push him back.]
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Date: 2020-04-03 01:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-04 05:45 am (UTC)[Ladybug says, reaching to pull him off of Chat Noir. Chat, for his part, tries not to actually scratch as he tries protecting his face at least from the smacking. Chat pouts at Ladybug as he then makes to stand, looking mock offended.]
You don't need me anymore, My Lady?
[Ladybug rolls her eyes, unable to keep the slight smile from her lips as she reassures him of course she does.]
Whoops, forgot color.
Date: 2020-04-04 06:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-04 08:59 am (UTC)[If she stalls him enough, it'll give her time to come up with something? To figure the Lucky Charm and destroying the item the akuma was attracted to. She just has to keep his attention on her, keep him talking. If possible. Even if he doesn't seem as dangerous as some other akuma. She still has to try figure some way to help him.]
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Date: 2020-04-04 01:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-06 03:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-06 06:22 am (UTC)A toy fishing rod with what looked like bubblegum at the end of it.
"What is that supposed to do?" The akuma asked, confused.
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Date: 2020-04-07 07:03 am (UTC)[Clearly, Ladybug isn't immediately sure either. On what to use it for, exactly. Which is why she glances around, trying to figure out the puzzle of sorts. In how to go about figuring this Lucky Charm for getting to the akuma item and destroying it.]
Pulley isn't exactly the word I want, but I'm blanking
Date: 2020-04-07 08:17 am (UTC)"What.... even is that thing!?"
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Date: 2020-04-08 03:58 am (UTC)[And since he seems so curious, she demonstrates with making use of the beam and the blanket, in using the rod and gum to grab at the blanket, swinging it over to Chat Noir and calling for him to try rip it or destroy it with his Cataclysm. If that's what was akumatized then it would revert him back to normal at least.]
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Date: 2020-04-08 09:22 pm (UTC)"What... happened?" The voice certainly wasn't Nadeshiko's voice, but otherwise he looked so much like a male version of her....
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Date: 2020-04-09 03:27 am (UTC)[Ladybug restores the butterfly, watching it fly off before she then turns to the somehow almost familiar victim, offering her hand to help him back to his feet. Chat Noir's eyes widen but he leaves it to Ladybug, explaining he'll be late for something but he'd see her around.]
It's alright. Paris is...well. There's someone that likes to take advantage when people here get mad or upset sometimes. But you're okay now. I can help you back down, then I should get going too before I transform back.
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Date: 2020-04-09 04:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-04-09 07:45 am (UTC)Ready?
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