Oct. 6th, 2019 at 3:44 PM
[ At first it was just small, innocuous things. Losing his balance, seemingly out of nowhere, partially botching a photoshoot. Getting a multiple choice quiz back from Ms. Bustier only to see less than average grades; feeling like someone changed the answers on him, because he knows he’d chosen some of those right.
Sure, he was Cat Noir. He embraced his bad luck, but things were getting... worse.
Now he’s stuck in bed, with Nathalie, his dad and his bodyguard all taking turns playing prison guard. He’s got one leg in a cast, and the crutches he has leaned against his bedside fall for the umpteenth time. He practically had to beg his dad to let him keep his phone, and he could forget about school until...
Who knows.
Maybe he could sneak out. It would be hard though (read: impossible) with crutches. Sorry, friend, Plagg had said. Not even miraculous ladybug can reverse that. Better tell the master.
It’s been a while now since Plagg flew off. He was worried about him, he could tell. With that thought warming him, Adrien finally reaches for his phone, to spread the word before they get it from the headlines.
That’s one good thing, at least. Having prison guards means he doesn’t have to deal with the paparazzi. But still...
He pokes Piper’s name and sighs. His text is just as uninspired. ]Guess what
Sep. 18th, 2019 at 12:33 AM
[Piper has never been one to care for the perks that come with being associated with famous people, honestly, but she's able to appreciate and make some exceptions. Given Adrien's busy schedule (both as a civilian and as Cat Noir) she considers this almost more like a compromise. They haven't told his father about them dating yet, which makes things harder, but it's worth it to let Adrien approach the subject at his own pace, even if it makes Piper a little bit uneasy to think about. It's not that she's clingy or insecure, but misunderstandings are more likely to happen when everyone isn't on the same page.
But still! Trust.
And in the meantime, for whatever reason Gabriel seemed to decide she was an acceptable friend for his son, so here she is in a very prestigious position: Front row at one of Adrien's photoshoots. The weather is perfect, if a little bit chilly. Somewhere in the distance there's the soft crunch of dead leaves being raked by a park attendant into neat piles all around. Adrien looks very handsome in his fall attire, and the colors of the changing leaves sets a cozy tone for the day overall.
He does so many of them that sometimes it seems like it should be a simple thing, but watching him follow direction after direction, striking pose after pose, it becomes clear that it's tiring work in its own right. He's a good sport about it, the most patient and cooperative, honestly, but it looks like it's wearing him down a little holding poses and being tasked with producing emotion on demand. That's why, while the photographer is busy changing out his camera card (trying to locate the new one he'd purchased for today) Piper seizes on an opportunity.
A few moments ago she was sitting to one side on a park bench with a cup of hot chocolate cupped in her hands, and when he'd looked her way she'd been giving him reassuring smiles, but now he'll find the seat empty. Off in the distance the park attendant is still busy raking leaves into piles, but Piper is conspicuously missing...
Until suddenly she isn't anymore, and she drops an armful of leaves over Adrien's head from behind.]Aw, why do you look so down? Were you worried I'd
leave you all alone?
Apr. 8th, 2019 at 12:26 AM
[ Adrenaline surges through Adrien as he falls. Fear grips his heart—but he shouldn’t be scared. After all, this kind of excitement is exactly what he was hoping for, when he first discovered his abilities as a Super.
The only problem now is that he can’t use them, not without revealing himself.
The wind howls in his ears and dries out his mouth. His stomach tickles. He only has a few seconds to figure this out—but surely it can’t be a difficult decision.
After all, life as an outlaw is better than no life at all. He closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, they flash green, with vertical pupils.
Do cats really land on their feet? He’s about to find out. ]
Feb. 10th, 2019 at 1:45 PM
[ “Your demons might not look like ours”?
Cat Noir snorts quietly to himself as he retraces his steps back to Rapunzel’s house. The air is calm; the akuma dealt with, but thinking back on it, he wonders what he even meant when he said that.
Even though he doesn’t know, now he can’t help but think about the demons Rapunzel might be facing, and he finds himself trying to hold her to her promise, despite the fact that it means going out of his way to do so. He’s not supposed to give any one particular civilian special attention, sure, but... he did tell her he would come back.
He would hate to disappoint a new fan.
When he arrives, he can see the moonlight catch on her hair, which is still as ridiculous in length as it had been before. Distantly, he wonders what she might be staring at—but heck with it, he’s just going to pole himself upwards and find out. ]Hey! You’re still up.
Dec. 30th, 2018 at 10:52 AM
[ Once a week, minimum. That's how many Akuma attacks she's experienced since arriving in Paris, roughly. She must've come right after one that first week because it took a while for the first, but after that it was non-stop. Even SHE'D been Akumatized once. It was almost like some rite of passage among their circle and some sort of twisted mark of status among adults.
Sure, people had a lot of negative emotions on an every day basis that could be exploited, but seriously, how much free time did Hawkmoth have to just sit around making Akumas once a week, meaning he was sitting around at LEAST once a week just waiting for "Bridezilla", who couldn't get her wedding cake on time, to get so cheesed off she was basically already shooting flames.
Or was it more like a bat signal? Spidey senses? Did he get somehow notified when someone was at their breaking point?
She isn't even surprised to learn that Lila has had several go's of it. The girl brings it on herself by being dishonest. It's inevitable that sooner or later she's either going to get called out or her own web of deceit is going to come back to bite her in the butt, yet she persists.
It isn't Lila today, but whoever it is their powers are more potent than anything Cat Noir and Ladybug have faced before, and it shows. Ladybug and Cat Noir seem to be struggling.
Hey Piper, don't worry! This is no sweat for Ladybug and Cat Noir. They'll come out on top just like always, just watch.
Those had been Alix's parting words right before they'd all split up to go home for the mandatory evacuation.
That's another thing: These attacks are so frequent they have DRILLS and EVACUATION PROCEEDURES at school. Piper doesn't mind all of this, but she IS a little amazed her dad hasn't sequestered her inside yet. The topic of superheroes is a bit touchy around their house, though... She just hopes the day never comes when her dad is the victim.
Anyway- she feels pretty worried at the moment, considering. She knows Adrien and Marinette are out there putting themselves, their lives on the line. She likes to think she's not more worried than usual just because she and Adrien are dating now- it's more the fact that this opponent's power set is so overwhelming -but it does feel a little like her nerves have been exposed. She might be keeping an emergency stash of camembert in the house for those surprise visits shut up
For now she's sitting on the couch, watching for updates on the news between texts or calls from their friends. ]
Dec. 17th, 2018 at 9:26 PM
[ Well.
Well. What can he say? At least Hawk Moth waited until he was over his little cold before striking again.
Adrien almost can’t believe that Piper would actually leave her window unlocked like she said she would, but even more unbelievable is the speed with which he detransforms, practically making himself at home as he flops onto the very same couch he was offered before.
“Wha— the McLeans’? Dude, did you break in?”
Plagg is quick to fly eagerly towards Adrien’s face after being released from the ring and getting his bearings.
“Nope,” Adrien answers curtly. “It was open. She’s expecting me—we are going to talk.”
“Oh,” Plagg replies. Given that they are trusted partners, and Adrien is pretty open to him about his feelings and goings-on in his life, he doesn’t have to explain much. Plagg goes on: “Say no more, friend. I’ll just leave you humans to your......human... problems.”
“...Thanks, bud. Catch up with you later.”
Adrien doesn’t know where he disappears to whenever this happens, but he always finds his way back at the right time. Also! He’s pretty sure Camembert is involved, but that’s besides the point.
He shifts his body, turning so that he’s facing the ceiling as he mulls over what he’s going to say, and how. He pulls out his phone; the screen is so bright against the darkness of the room that he has to squint his eyes, but he endures it to send Piper a message. ]Making friends with your couch again...
You sure it’s cool for me to be here?
Dec. 10th, 2018 at 8:27 PM
[ It isn’t like he’d meant to show up at Piper’s house. Not exactly.
Getting sick meant his house arrest was even more severe than usual, and he only wanted some fresh air. That meant sneaking out to patrol the city, even if he felt like used cat litter doing so. ]Hey[ More bad ideas: keeping his civilian phone on him while transformed. But he figures it might be useful to know if he gets caught, and his dad triggers a city wide alert or something.
Since that hasn’t happened yet, and literally nothing else is going on, it’s a pretty boring patrol. There is still snow everywhere, but he clears a small spot for himself atop the McLean house and rests there to catch his breath. It feels good to be quietly unnoticed for once. He looks up from his phone for a second to admire the sea of lights across the Parisian rooftops. ]You up?
Dec. 8th, 2018 at 11:37 PM
[ The fact that Adrien hadn't really been able to properly enjoy his first Christmas party was bad enough on its own, but then knowing she was the reason he'd gotten sick after, that sucked, too. Like a smashed up cherry on top of a really bad sundae, made with sugar free, vegan ice cream.
Piper's a vegetarian by choice and respects vegan's for taking it a step further but seriously, she knows you don't mess with ice cream.
First, she'd asked Mr. Agreste for Adrien to have permission to attend. With the way that he carried himself she wasn't surprised at all that Adrien had such a strict and rigid schedule, that he really didn't challenge his father's choices very often, or that he'd had to sneak out and run off to get to attend school- OR that he'd run out of the house in jeans and a t-shirt on Christmas night- okay yeah she promised to let that go. Hot chocolate.
God bless hot chocolate.
Still, she'd been a bit surprised when Gabriel actually relented to allowing his son to have the night in question off- considering it was technically her fault Adrien had gotten sick. Perhaps... Adrien left that part out? Seeing her good fortune she'd chosen NOT to question it, simply giving gabriel the place and time Adrien needed to be and then taking her leave very quickly.
Then she had to book the venue. Not a problem, the venue would be perfectly safe, with security all its own, courtesy of the McLean's. The look of shock on her father's face when she told him she wanted to host a party at their place, it would've been priceless if she hadn't felt so bemused about it. He'd given her this... look like she'd kidnapped and replaced his daughter with an alien clone.
He'd then promptly apologized when she threatened to cancel the plans- he was just so happy to see her being actively social! After a bit of back and forth banter (something she could appreciate, and something she had missed) he'd started helping her with making plans. She wanted a casual event, but she also wanted it to be comfortable, so just this once she was glad to go all out a bit. They had decorations ordered, but Piper insisted on putting them up herself with help from the staff and her friends from school. Once she told them about it they were eager to help and contribute. She'd even managed to skillfully plan the date around a time when Lila and Chloe would be tied up with prior engagements of their own. Even if Lila's lie was exactly that, she couldn't come up with a plausible excuse fast enough that would let her save face... considering Piper made sure she was the last to find out.
"Oh, she has plans already with Prince Ali, and the children's hospital in Italy, remember? She'd just feel guilty if she had to choose. Let's just save her some cake and take lots of pictures. She'll appreciate that."
Yes. Piper is a right bitch when she wants to be. Thank you, next?
Now, with everything set up and ready to go, all that was left was to get the guest of honor.
The meeting spot was the park, as it was public, close to her home, and the least suspect. Piper was waiting in the car by the gate, their driver standing next to the door. She was expecting Adrien to show up expecting a... what, an interview and photoshoot or some such. She's actually not sure how much his father told him since she HAD mentioned it was a surprise party. What excuse had he made up? She's curious and she knows she'll find out once Adrien arrives. She also knows he'll be nice and punctual, against all odds. ]
Dec. 8th, 2018 at 12:26 PM
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Piper and her father move to France after Piper has a "nervous breakdown" and hallucinates about monsters attacking her at school. She begins school the same week, and wastes no time in trying to keep a low profile.
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So much for a low profile. After a surprise visit from a strange woman claiming to be her mother Piper wakes the next morning completely glammed up, hair, make up, clothes, all of it. Naturally she draws unwanted attention at school despite every effort to flub the look. After a nasty encounter with Chloe Piper heads for the top of the Eiffel tower to seek solitude, the one place in Paris that she can. She's joined by Adrien, who's worried about her. Since Piper couldn't bring herself to turn him away the two end up talking for the next hour instead, with Piper resolving to try opening up to the rest of the class, and making her first friend in Adrien. He gives her a ride back home.
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Dec. 2nd, 2018 at 5:11 PM
Dec. 1st, 2018 at 7:57 PM
[ The Bourgeouis Pre-Christmas Celebration Bash.
With a cool, over the top name like that, there was no way it wouldn't be fun, and Adrien had to go hard convincing both Nathalie and his father to let him go. In the end though, despite him being used to most invasions of his personal space, he is tired.
He has run out of excuses to give, honestly. He has run out of ways to duck the mistletoe, even from the sweetest of girls (Marinette), and the not so sweet (Chloe). And if he eats anymore sweets that were made ~~just for him~~, he's going to burst. Not to mention gain weight, which his father would really, really, really not like.
...He was doing a pretty good job enduring all of this, or so he thought, but every once and a while he catches Piper's eye. No big deal. He recovers from the fatigue quickly and puts on his act. He smiles and waves, as per his usual fare; and as one of the few girls adamantly respecting his space tonight, her company is definitely welcome, which helps.
As soon as he approaches her, though, he finds himself catching her as she faints, and he nearly drops her from the surprise. ]Wh-Whoa! Piper?
[ It takes him a moment to recover the concentration and strength needed to support her. What the heck?? ]
Oct. 15th, 2018 at 9:14 PM
[ It isn't as though Cat isn't used to being tossed around like a rag doll when it comes to fighting akuma. He's been slammed into things, fallen off buildings, turned into a statue... all part of the job, and today's no different.
......Well, okay. Maybe it's a little different.
His Lady is a little slow on the yo-yo action this time as gravity does what gravity does, and instead of her sweeping him off his feet as per usual, he collapses onto the ground like a miserable pile of bones.
He yelps, and he vaguely hears Ladybug's distressed voice from somewhere above calling after him, but everything turns to fuzz and static.
He blinks a few times as his consciousness struggles to keep up, but instead of seeing Ladybug's majestic dark tones, he sees... a sunshine blonde. And green eyes like his own. ]...punzel?
[ He murmurs, tilting his head like a cat. He struggles to sit up, smiling like the absolute doofus he is. ] Fancy meeting you here. It's nooot really safe, so you should.......
[ Oh.
Dizzy.
...Annnd his upper body flops back onto the ground, welcoming like an old friend. G'night. ]
Oct. 14th, 2018 at 12:17 PM
For easier communicating today, if it's alright!
Oct. 10th, 2018 at 12:08 AM
[ The evening is still young, and already she's defied her mother's wishes by running off to find some where that she can be alone. Beyond the shelter of gauzy silk drapes is where she finds relief, gazing out over the gardens of the estate, long blonde hair plaited down the length of her back. There's a little bit of a nip in the air but she doesn't seem to mind.
The young woman can't bring herself to care much about that or anything else, as she listens to strangers mill about behind her from a safe distance, expression a blended mask of dejection, boredom, and disappointment to anyone that get close enough to see. She should be having the time of her life right now, she actually almost NEVER gets to interact with people, even after so much has changed- but there's no one here her age and on top of the fact that these people are all... snobbish upper-crust types, she already feels plenty out of place just by being from a different century.
It's been nothing but unfamiliar sights, unfamiliar faces, and unfamiliar sensations ever since she woke from her apparent centuries-long slumber. There are still days when Rapunzel feels like she's living in a dream rather than having been woken up from one.
Maybe the evening won't drag on too long, if she can just find some way to pass the time that DOESN'T involve thinking about all the things she's left behind in her old life.
If anyone notices the pretty young woman standing outside on the balcony all on her own, completely apart from the rest of the party they don't make any outward indication of it. Instead, Rapunzel is left to trail one fingertip very slowly around the rim of a glass from her spot standing next to the stone railing. Sparkling water of some kind... she hadn't really paid much attention when she accepted the offered glass, even less to what the server said it was as she hastily excused herself before Gothel could find her to drag her into more awkward introductions.
She's holding out hope, but it's dwindling by the minute. Is there any chance that there might be just ONE friendly face here? ]
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