#tweos lore

That, and it's interesting specifically how those connect to the holders and their memories. Ladybug has Influence and is also subject to her memories being constantly overwritten and/or removed. Chat Noir has Clarity and is subject to being given memories of things that haven't happened, etc.

Ladybug's miraculous is on her ears and she is forced to not listen to others.

Chat Noir's miraculous is on his hand and he is forced to not act.

Émilie was one of the most famous women in the world throughout the 1980s and 1990s, and is primarily known for her collaboration with the fashion designer and her husband Gabriel Agreste [2][3]. On occasion, her ubiquity as a fashion icon and symbol for women's growing autonomy in the 1980s has led to her being compared to the likes of Marilyn Monroe and Princess Diana of Wales [4][5][6][7]. Her early and unexplained death in 2004 at the age of 42 further drove these comparisons across various news outlets [8][9][10].

He assumed being left swinging upside down for ten minutes as retribution for tripping on Ladybug’s yo-yo string was a fair enough punishment. Being hit like a piñata, not so much, but Chat Noir was still optimistic about the situation.

Lucky Lucky Ladybug only grumbled, pushing Chat’s shoulder to make him swing loosely in circles. His bell and the buckle on his tail jingled softly from the movement. 

“No,” she finally told him, crossing her arms to punctuate it. “Renared and CARA.PACE are taking care of the akuma. If I let you go, you’re going to get in the way just like last time.”

…Chat could admit that it was not as if that was entirely untrue. He never meant to complicate things, he was just a lot, well, unluckier now that Ladybug had her own team of reinforcements. 

“I could just sit and watch!” Chat suggested, his ears perking up. “Maybe offer some jokes? Oh, I haven’t exhausted all of my situationally-relevant puns yet- Ow!”

Chat Noir was trapped in yet another cycle of swinging from the force of Ladybug’s spotted baseball bat.

“No puns.”

“Ach. Verstanden.”

Ladybug thought for a moment. Her, Chat Noir. Her. Chat Noir. Ladybug and Chat Noir. It would’ve been much nicer to have started out with a partner she was actually friends with, she supposed. He had been fine at first, but over time any character quirks would tend to grate on a person. The last thing Ladybug wanted to deal with every day on top of everything else was an annoying person she couldn’t get rid of. 

“It’s funny. I’m good luck, and you’re bad luck,” Ladybug commented, tapping her bat against Chat’s arm to line up her swing. “The reason I have to stay back with you is because we cancel each other out. We have to. We’re opposites.”

The next time Chat was swung about looked almost as if he took flight, his head bobbling like a dashboard ornament and bell jangling violently. The blood rushing to his head made the room spin even faster, all axes melding together in some vertigo-induced slurry, up until he felt the blowback of being suddenly halted by Ladybug grabbing onto his bell.

Emilie takes every opportunity to pose near almost anything she finds particularly "exotic", the way she drapes her hand over the baby bump on her stomach already practiced to perfection. Gabriel is collecting every swatch of fabric he can, looking for patterns to copy and iconography to borrow all for a new fashion line: the fashion line that is, in all truth, an alibi. In his head, he's already planning to force the team that's no doubt scouring the mountains into NDAs before they can leave the country—No, kill them if he can. Mlle. Sancoeur all but confirmed his suspicions that what they're looking to bring him are sources of almost limitless power. Nobody that he hasn't given explicit permission to know shall know of it.