#riflessa

It appeared to be a small compact mirror. She knew, upon taking a moment to think about it, that she should not look at it; it held the power to change people.

Of course, it always took a moment or two to learn her powers; but this was by far the longest it had yet taken.

The mirror could “reflect” people. Of course - with her name she’d suspect nothing different. When a person was “reflected,” they acted like the complete opposite of themselves - rather like Reverser, but not specific qualities of someone; just their most recognizable traits. If she hit Marinette, she’d be mean, and if she hit Chloe, she’d be nice.

Time to wreak some havoc.

Riflessa strutted towards the cafeteria, where her classmates certainly were. She’ll hit enough people to cause a scene, get Ladybug and Chat Noir here - now that would be fun.

In the meantime, maybe she could grow her classmates a few brain cells.

When someone was Reflected, they didn’t outwardly show it. The only thing to tell a passing observer that yes, someone had been hit, was how they acted. No change was made in the appearances of those who were Reflected.

Her first targets were those who were just outside of the cafeteria, because there was no way that she would go in there. Then she would just tip her hand! Completely idiotic. 

Immediately, a couple began to claw at each other’s throats, while a small group of girls began to shriek and bang on lockers.

Things were going great.

Of course, Ladybug and her sidekick had to show up. Wonderful.

Riflessa managed to keep to the shadows, Reflecting those who crossed her path but always keeping away from the so-called “heroes.”

If only Dupain-Cheng or Adrien could appear around the next corner. She desperately wanted to Reflect them, though she could not quite think of why it would benefit her strategy. Certainly, they would cause chaos, but why did she want to hit them specifically?

Now that she thought of it, why did those two stick out to her at all? Usually, she knew exactly why she felt a certain way towards someone, even as an akuma; today her mind felt blank.

Had she recently fought with one of them? Both of them?

Either way, Chat Noir had just been glimpsed from the corner of her eye. He looked utterly clueless! Those “heroes” probably had no idea what they were even up against.

She shifted, ever so slightly, so that from her place in the shadows she could see him perfectly.

She lined up the shot with her compact.

Ready.

Aim.

Fire.

Riflessa’s perfect marksmanship struck again; now, all she desired was popcorn with which to watch this train wreck.