[OLD]In The Dog House

Off The Leash

     "Let's get to business," Adrien called. He had to lift his voice, so the kwamis would hear him. Luppin was engaged in licking the foosball table, Plagg in watching from the couch, camembert in hand. It was funny, really, that in a time of need, both kwami had abandoned their duties, and taken to goofing off. But Paris needed him. He walked over, peeling Luppin off the foosball player's head. "We need to transform. Now, what are my powers? Weapon? Transformation phrase?"

     Luppin gazed adoringly at her temporary partner. She struggled to focus, and then finally clued in. "Oh! Adrien, I'm so sorry! I'm such an airhead. I'm always forgetting! It's funny! I'm the kwami of diligence, and I forget so often! I should switch with Banaa. She's the monkey kwami! She's super fun! We should visit her! I'm kinda hungry? Got anything to eat?"

     "Luppin!"

     "Oh, right!" She focused, turning sombre. Well, as sombre as she could be with her tongue blepping out.  "As I said, you're the holder of diligence. You're able to notice things. You're also able to use your power, Fursight! Like foresight, but furry! Get it?" She barked happily, quickly forgetting her seriousness.  It was hard to be firm with her, this tiny puppy's happiness was infectious.

     "I get it, Luppin." Adrien sighed, a small smile spreading across his face. A brisk breeze wafted against his back, a reminder of the open door. He didn't have time to get her to fully focus, only time to act. He wasn't sure what Fursight did, or what the weapon was, but he didn't have time. "What's my phrase?"

     Luppin smiled, and yipped, "It's ' Luppin, 'Tongue Out'!" Really? Adrien questioned. Out of all the phrases. Claws Out, Scales On, Luppin's was "Tongue Out"? It was somewhat weird, but he couldn't question it. Phrases were phrases.

     "Okay, Luppin, Tongue Out!" Luppin snickered, and then burst into full out laughter. Plagg also was cackling, flying over to the two.

     "Adrien, you fell for the oldest trick in the book!" He laughed, his green eyes shut tight. Adrien rolled his eyes. He would never live this down. Waiting for the kwamis to settle, he picked up the dog miraculous. It was round, and open ended. He wasn't sure entirely what it was, but he wasn't running around Paris with it on his neck, like a collar. Instead, he fixed it comfortably on his wrist. That felt right.

     "Okay, you got me. Now, what's the real phrase?" He asked Luppin, ready to leap into battle.

     She wiped away a tear of joy. "Luppin, Eyes Open."

     Eying her suspisciously, he nodded, and took a ready stance, leveling the miraculous with Luppin. "Luppin, Eyes Open!" The brown kwami flew into the brown and white miraculous, which switched to black, white, and gold. Power surged through him, and he felt his senses spiking. If he concentrated, he could hear Plagg munching on cheese. His eyes flared under the bright light, and he felt his teeth sharpen. His eyes changed to Luppin's blue. His blond hair took on a radical change. It became an extreme jet black buzz cut, extenting to five inches on top, and changed to a deep brown at the tips.

     His suit was breathable, and a leather like material. He was donning a white button vest, white matching gloves. Gold boots hugged his feet, and he felt the mask spread across his face, two floppy dog ears attached. He glanced in a nearby mirror, and gasped. He looked like a metal rocker doberman. He even had a giant curved tail on his rear. He played around with it, and knocked it off. He yelped, to Plaggs amuesment, and picked it up. He quickly realized it wasn't a tail at all, it was a boomerang. He smiled, admiring his form in the mirror.

     Finally, he strode over to his balcony. He lept on it, happy to have his former agility return. He turned to the small kwami watching behind him. "Watch out, Paris. Bandog is off his leash." And lept out into the obisidon night.