CATaclysm

Kurogiri had faced enough cocky heroes to know such an attitude could still hide true skill. That did not keep it from being terrible annoying though. He so wished to relish in silence once that had been beaten soundly. “That’s enough from you.” 

His mist stood on end as they prepared to spring forward. There was really no way that he could open a complex portal while he was half in the water anyway. Especially around his face where the hero was aiming. Luckily the mist that surrounded his face was not like hair or anything that could be grasped, giving the illusion that his head was a bigger target then it was. Kurogiri took the strike of the baton against his arm.

Except that the swing was only meant to skim the water as distraction, not the real attack like he thought. instead that landed at his head with a near miss from it’s deceptive size. The cat boy on his shoulders, Kurogiri tried to swing them off and back into the water. If they wanted to stay on him that would be their funeral.

🐾 His plan worked a little too well, and Chat Noir let out a very undignified cat-like yowl. Still, he was not a quitter and made quite the attempt to cling for as long as possible - which probably wasn’t more than a couple of seconds in hindsight.

Chat Noir would have enjoyed the splash more if it didn’t take all of the air out of his lungs. He broke surface for the seconds time during the fight, coughing as he did so. Much to his dismay, a green paw print flickered, dwindling down and signifying his demise. Not much time left until he de-transformed.

“It’s fine, kid, I swear.” God knows he’d done worse than growl at somebody thanks to some pesky instincts of his own. Bigby did his best to ignore the piercing green glare and keep his focus solely on the boy.

He started, a little taken aback by the force of the kid’s reaction - though if he was honest, it was a little endearing to see so much enthusiasm, even if it was misplaced. He shook his head; before the incident with Bloody Mary, he’d thought of guns as mostly useless, and ever since he’d hated the things. Any of them could be holding a silver bullet, and there’d be no way to tell until it hit you.

Besides, it wasn’t like he needed one.

“No gun here, no. And I’m not really the cowboy movie type of sheriff either, sorry to disappoint - I’m just a… a police officer, I guess you’d say.” Although mundy police officers would probably take offense to him calling himself that.

🐾 It wasn’t as though he had never seen a weapon before, but every film (including the buddy-cop ones) that were American-centric had painted the sheriffs as cowboys as...well. Rather quick to jump the gun, if you would. Paris was a lot different than anywhere in the United States, Adrien would bet.

“It’s not a disappointment - it’s actually pretty awesome either way.” He seemed to be bouncing the heel of his foot. “Especially since...you’re not normal. At least, I don’t think you are.”

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❝ Adrien? ❞ The sound of a loud voice had caused her to look from where she stood, soon to be met with the green eyes of someone that she was very familiar with. She’d be lying if she said that she wasn’t relieved to see him here, safe and unharmed at that, but it’s also concerning that he’s…here in the very odd trapped situation she’d found herself in what seemed like forever ago now. ❝ Ah–I’m happy to see you too of course! ❞ Not quite sure what to say after that, she keeps her gaze turned toward the ground, with the occasional peek towards him. That smile he had never faltered, which made her all the more nervous.

❝ I’d say that I’m glad to be here together, but I don’t think that’d be right..considering the circumstances. ❞ Trapped against their will, that is. ❝ Oh, right! Yeah, it’s just the two of us here as far as I know– ❞ No Alya or Nino, not even Chloe had ever shown her face around here though it’s not as if she misses that last person. ❝ You must’ve just gotten here recently because I haven’t seen your name in my cell phone or else I would’ve come quickly but– ❞ she’s probably talking way too much for his comfort, so she decides right about now to just shut up and actually look at him instead of talking to the ground.

❝ Sorry! It’s just–you know! ❞ ‘Not easy to talk to you when you look like that.’ is what she wishes she could say, but that’d probably come out the wrong way. ❝ Have you settled in well at least? ❞

🐾 Avoiding eye contact really wasn’t high on his priority list when it came to trying to make the poor girl more comfortable around him. Adrien was certain her confidence would show through at some point, and until then he didn’t need to pressure her into trying to relax around him until she was ready. Besides, he didn’t need to maintain his gaze to know that she was being genuine.

Funnily enough that lifted his spirits a lot more than he thought it would. The rambling was endearing, if he was honest, and he instead did his best to look like he was engaged with what she was saying - which he was, for the most part. It was a little hard to understand her when she talked too quickly.

　 　 “Fly?”  Peter can’t help but laugh. “I was a little worried that mentioning skateboarding made me seem OLD, but you’re in no position to judge with that kind of lingo. Lemme guess: you grew up on Full House, right?” An odd choice for a kid a little over half his age ( oh god, he is old ), but definitely not a bad one.

　 　 Unsurprisingly, the cat’s as quick with his wits as he is on his feet. Once again, Peter finds himself laughing as he slings a thin line of webbing and swings across the sidewalk to dangle from a lamppost. “As strong as steel? Try STRONGER, and with much easier cleanup.” Something tells him the kid wouldn’t be so quick to joke if he knew the spider thing wasn’t an emblem chosen randomly, but he’s none too eager to delve into explanations. “I’ll have you know that it’s the female spiders that do that,” he teases back, “and that guy was NOT my boyfriend.”

　 　 “Anyway, Mr. Bigglesworth, you still haven’t given me any insight as to your super cool cat powers. What am I supposed to think if you won’t tell me anything, huh? Don’t make me say you’re all bark and no bite, I hate mixing metaphors.”

🐾 To be fair, Adrien grew up on whatever he could entertain himself with - which, admittedly, was quite a bit given all the time he spent at home. Homeschooling left a huge gap in his schedule, one that not even modelling could fill. That meant Chat Noir was rather savvy when it came to any sort of pop culture, though.

Although the spider superpowers were pretty clawesome, he wasn’t going to lie. Stronger than steel sound like he hit the lottery. Chat Noir playfully stuck his tongue out at the banter before leaning against his baton.

He brandished his claws before dramatically running them through his hair.

‘I don’t know… do I want vanilla shake, or strawberry shake… maybe chocolate shake sounds good. Can I just mix the three together?’ Sora was lost in thought, eyes closed as he thought of what to have as a snack. He wasn’t exactly in line, but there were a few people in the store that were in line to get what they wanted. Sora was a little further away from the line, contemplating the menu before him. It was hard to decided what he wanted. However, when he was in deep thought or daydreaming, the boy did tend to loose site of his surroundings, not able to sense the gaze another boy gave towards his shoes, then up to his hair.

‘I could just mix them all together, but I think I’ll loose the flavor of all three of them. Better settle for one. Maybe someone can help me choose… but why are birds pulling my hair?’ Wait. Birds? Sora opened his eyes, glancing to the side to see the shock expression of a blonde boy that was the cause of his hair being pulled.

“Huh?” He couldn’t help but bring his hand up to his own spikes, as if checking to see if there was anything on it. Nope. Nothing at all. That was good. He couldn’t help but change his confuse expression to something a little more friendly. “Oh, no it’s okay. You’re not the first to do something like this.” Sora let out a light laugh before rubbing the back of his head. “If you think my hair is crazy, you should see some of the other’s here.”

🐾 Nothing about it was okay in the slightest but the boy seemed to be taking it better than anyone else probably would have. Adrien knew what it was like for other to fawn over his hair - as a model, it came with the territory, but every once in a while an overeager fan got too close when his bodyguard wasn’t paying attention.

His fans weren’t malicious but they could be a bit...much. “St-still,” Adrien stuttered out, cheeks not having cooled down in the slightest. “It’s...erm. Really impressive though!” At least he was trying to smooth out the awkward interaction with a compliment.

     It was tiring. Real fucking tiring. And zoning out honestly wasn’t uncommon for him; little sleep did that to you. He usually just tried to do it in a place where he couldn’t get his ass kicked. Since he was pretty sure everywhere was pretty much free-for-all, Heine had little reason to stop himself from dozing off.

     Least, he had hoped so, since him staring to try and keep awake was apparently taken as something else. It took a few seconds to realize what happened, and a few more for his eyes to travel from the stripped– was that some sort of sauce?– bread, and then at the kid. A kid.

“No.

     Wasn’t looking at you.”

  Simple and straight to the point; a bit more of a grumble due to lack of sleep. 

🐾 Just kidding, apparently. Adrien almost recoiled backwards before he realized that he had dealt with worse from his own father, and it didn’t really seem like the stranger’s fault - if anything, he looked exhausted and a little sick. He probably wasn’t even trying to be rude.

It didn’t stop him from taking it a little personally, no matter how much he tried not to. Adrien had always been told by others that he was too sensitive for his own good - he took after his mother, in those regards.

It was getting more and more difficult to maintain his facade of being a humble priest, it seemed, as Ain wandered amidst the streets of the still-unfamiliar city.  Where in Elrios people were at least slightly polite, and he didn’t feel an urge to bring Ishmael’s wrath upon most of them, here they were rude, their faces buried in strange square devices with glowing surfaces and their attention focused everywhere but where they were going, walking into others and acting as if the other party was at fault.

Then there were those accursed metal contraptions in the streets that had nearly hit him so many times…

After what felt like the hundredth time of nearly being flattened by those horseless carriages, Ain finally opted to just traverse paths where there were few people, to minimize the risk of yet another obscene gesture or insult thrown his way.

It would seem his own luck was horrible, too.

Turning a corner, he found himself almost walking headlong into a boy a bit shorter than him.  If not for his blond hair, he would almost look like…

No, get the thought out of your head, Ain.  He isn’t here.  If he was, surely you would have sensed him.

The boy’s bleeding palm caught his attention, and in an effort to make himself seem like a polite figure who cared about humans, he smiled.

♱ ⟪ Do you need some help? ⟫

🐾 Adrien hadn’t really expected anyone to magically appear at his external musings, so maybe his luck was turning around for a change. Even if the man seemed to be intimidating at first glance, all of that seemed to melt away at the soft smile that graced his face.

“I just managed to find the sharpest brick in the city,” he smiled a little, having been so accustomed to being a black cat that these sorts of things didn’t really phase him anymore. The amount of times he had been the one to step on the dropped needle in the room (literally and metaphorically) far surpassed the amount that he was willing to count.

{☄} ‘No worries, I’m used to it. Most people aren’t used to a cat that can talk human.’ And yet, he talked anyways. Bad cat, Sissel. Bad. He took no offense to the other’s surprise, just flicked an ear.

‘Well, I suppose it couldn’t hurt. Which way are you going?’ Normally he’d have been able to move around quickly via phone lines or ghost tricks, but for some reason he wasn’t able to use either of them here. It was frustrating, but not discouraging- he’d figure out how to use them again sooner or later. ‘Oh, and my name’s Sissel, by the way.’ 

🐾 Once he thought about it for longer, he decided it wasn’t the weirdest thing. Like he thought of before, Plagg was also a talking cat fairy, so it just clearly meant that his new friend came from a different sort of place than he did. There was nothing wrong with that.

It was a rather hard life she had to adapt herself into, although it’s been nice change compared to her previous lifestyle. Being rich was something she’s already gotten used to, but it wasn’t exactly as exciting. Lost in her thoughts about her other fellow Aqours members, she hasn’t really noticed the other teen swiping at her hair.

But as for the second time, she felt her head suddenly get pulled back by some kind of force. She didn’t expect someone in… skintight leather to be behind her and playing with her hair ornament. 

Instead of how a normal person would react, she just grinned at him and waved her hand to motion him to get next to her. “Oh, do tell.”

🐾 Okay, fine, maybe he lied and now the other teenager would realize it and call him a pervert and suddenly Chat Noir the superhero would become a local disgrace that others would turn upon with disgust.

“It was dangling,” he began weakly, already surprised that she hadn’t tried to slap him. “And I’m a cat.” Ouch, that was bad. Even Chat Noir winced outwardly at that one before regaining his senses. Time to put on the charm and possibly beg her to forgive him.

He bowed at the way in a far more extravagant manner than was necessary. “Chat Noir, cat superhero at your service! Can I ask for this lady’s forgiveness for a mangy alley cat’s manners?”

“On the contrary.” It showed their inexperience that the hero was not familiar at dealing with villains who had close associates. The villains who could organize themselves as well as heroes were the ones that out to be most feared. Unfortunately Kurogiri was so organized that he knew Himiko and Shigaraki had a busy schedule today. 

“My manners are the only thing keeping me from calling my allies. I wouldn’t want to disturb them with taking out trash.” Kurogiri quickly retracted his gate as the hero struck out for his hand, shaking the mist of his knuckle where he had been hit. His current tangibility was often bothersome in these fights when Kurogiri had no intention to be throwing punches himself.

“Frightening. But you’re being cautious.” Next time he caught them in a gate, it would be right into the heart of an electrical power plant. Wet cats were more conductive then dry ones, or so he assumed. Kurogiri kept his eyes on them, wading towards the steps to walk onto the poolside. “Are you a scaredy-cat?” Just some classic hero-villain banter.

🐾 While many would have said that Ladybug was the brains of the operation (they weren’t wrong, not int he slightest) that didn’t mean Chat Noir was as clueless as he may have acted. His cocky attitude was a great way to distract whoever he was up against, tricking them into believing he was more arrogant than he actually was.

Which was still a little more than he should have been, but hey, he managed kind of well. “There’s no need to go around with that kind of language,” he tsk’ed, a small smile coming over his face as he formulated a plan. “Bag it for later when someone cares.”