Project Miraculous (Being Rewritten)

In the garden

Lovac ran to the garden, her wings catching the winds slightly. She stumbled a bit, silently wishing that she had tried to practice before. Those wings would take some getting used to.

She got slightly distracted by someone yelling, "Are you the new Miraculous? Well you're going down!"

Lovac barely had time to scramble out of the way before a wicked thorned stem slammed into the ground where she had been a mere second ago. Thinking quickly, she swung her spear at the vine-like thing, hoping to at least knock it away. Instead, the spear sliced it neatly in two. Somehow.

Isn't the spear blunted???

She shook off the thought, deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

~ ~ ~

Loup Blanc's pointy "ears" acted as a radar. Pandemonium struck through the entire school. Even the teachers were running for their lives.

Loup Blanc could sense the essence of an akumatized victim. Her nose twitched a little. Weird.

It was coming from the garden entrance. Loup Blanc ran there as fast as she could, like a hungry wolf hunting its prey.

"Jasmine Bourgeois!" a voice yelled out from atop the grand greenhouse. "Bring me Jasmine Bourgeois, and maybe I, Lethal Rose, will let you live!"

The voice belonged to, of course, none other than Clara Martine herself.

Except that it wasn't Clara Martine.

The akumatized girl had pale green-grey skin and a mess of curly hair resting atop her head. It strongly resembled moss, especially with the pink flowers growing on it.

She was wearing a dress that resembled a dying rose bud, the edges torn and browned. Her shoes, if they could even be called that, consisted only of thorned stems wrapping around her feet, with a single rose on her toes.

Just as Loup Blanc was about to charge into the battlefield, she caught sight of another Miraculous Holder.

She wore white gloves and had wings attached to the back of her leather jacket. Interesting.

Jasmine Bourgeois was nowhere to be found. Probably on a mani-pedi.

Clara was not one to wait for someone to finish her mani-pedi. She jumped off the greenhouse and turned into vines the shade of sickly-green. The vines crawled towards the Le Grand Paris hotel, where Jasmine resided.

Loup Blanc followed Clara tactfully, such that the other Miraculous Holder would not see her. She ran through the streets to the hotel, where Clara headed.

~ ~ ~

Another vine shot towards Lovac, and she was quickly lost in a deadly dance of dodging and slicing things in half.

This battle isn't going anywhere...! she thought in frustration.

Hm...maybe it's time I put these wings to use.

She darted through the vines with more close calls than she was comfortable with, and a few that actually did give her a cut or two. She scrambled up the shed, her expression set with fierce determination.

Lovac gulped slightly but firmed her resolve. Just dodging wasn't going to do anything.

She took in her surroundings with a keen eye.

The akuma was at a higher position than her, which was irritating. And a bit illogical. Honestly, for someone with plant-based powers, you'd think that she'd stay close to the ground.