You grew up in L.A. with magic and came to Paris under the request of your grandfather, Master Fu. As you begin working together with Ladybug and Cat Noir (AKA Marinette and Adrien), you discover more secrets. Hawk Moth's power has grown since your...
Boredom. That's the only word I can use to explain how I feel right now. There's another few hours till my schooling day, and I have almost nothing to do, except lie flat on my bed. Oh wait, I haven't packed my bag for tomorrow yet. Finally something for me to do.
I sit up on my bed. Snowlyx was at my work desk, enjoying a bar of chocolate twice her size that I got for her on the way back from Gramps' place. "Snowlyx, make sure you keep my notes clean, would ya?" I ask. "Aye aye, captain!" Snowlyx replies in a mocking and cheerful tone. I sigh, looking around my room for my bag. Looking at my work desk, I get off my bunker bed and walk to my desk. On it, I have several textbooks and things to pack into my bag before school starts tomorrow. Sighing again, I pulled a random (a/c) bag and began packing my books. I also prepared a small purse to keep Snowlyx and some chocolate bits kept in plastic foil so my purse doesn't get stained.
As soon as I was done packing my bag, I dumped it beside my desk and glanced at the clock on the wall. All that packing took me... sadly, just 15 minutes. Why does time pass so slowly when I'm bored? I pull out my sketchbook and flip open, looking at a few artworks I have drawn over the years.
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~Artworks from Google, none are mine~
I add a few lines, shades, colours and highlights. Losing myself in art, I start sketching new artworks. Suddenly, my senses prick up, sensing someone nearby, which I instantaneously get up, shouting, "Snowlyx, howl loud!" As soon as my transformation is complete, my senses are amplified and I picked out Cat Noir's scent and aura. Sighing, I walk over to my window and blast it open, spotting no one in sight. "Come out, Chat." I state, sounding colder than I intended. Chat swings in from the top and lands neatly in my room. "Didn't know a puppy was so daring to stay alone?" Was the first few words he just had to throw as soon as he set foot in my house. I roll my eyes at him. "Well, doesn't mean I appreciate uninvited guests, Chat. You can drop your transformation if you'd like. What's up?"
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~Adrien/Cat Noir's POV~
"Plagg, claws in," I say, dropping my transformation after a little hesitation. Plagg immediately bolts to the mysterious (h/c) girl and asks, "Who is your kwami and can I see them?" "Alright, just let me do something quick first. Be right back with Camembert!" She responds, trudging out of her room. "Do you not know her kwami?" Curiosity gets the better of me and I ask Plagg. "I don't recognize this kwami. Maybe she was in a different miracle box? She looks kinda strange." Plagg has a serious face on and I wonder if I should be worried. The girl walks back in still looking like herself, but she is clearly de-transformed since her kwami was floating around. What? Is that even possible?! "Yes, it is possible. My powers don't come from my Miraculous, instead my Miraculous contains my magic and limits it in my civilian form. I can still shapeshift and read minds, but I can't use telepathy, telekinesis nor other powers." She says. As if something strikes her, she widens her eyes and immediately bow. "I haven't introduced myself properly, have I? Call me Nightlynx."
Plagg was closely watching her kwami. "Hey, Plagg, kwami of Destruction and what-not, I am Snowlyx, surprise surprise!" Snowlyx says with a hint of sarcasm. "Who and what even are you? Master fu never talked about you, maybe you're just not liked enough?" Plagg asked rather impolitely. I shot him an eye, warning him to be nicer. "It's alright, Snowlyx is cursed to be disliked by other kwamis so they can't get too close to her, since it could end up disastrous." Nightlynx says, looking rather... upset? Like some memory stroke her. Suddenly she looks up, tossing a huge piece of Camembert at Plagg. I literally saw Plagg's eyes sparkle when he caught the 'love of his life'.
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~Nightlynx's POV~
Cursed to be disliked... just like me, isn't it? I sigh silently, and toss the Camembert to Plagg, who nibbles on it immediately. Crash! I snapped my head to the sound, startled. "Snowlyx, howl loud!" "Plagg, claws out!" I turn to Chat, "Ladybug." He nods before leaping out of my window. I stay on the spot and close my eyes, scanning for the akuma. Near the Eiffel Tower. An innocent teen boy. Anger at his crush, rejection, jealousy. Okay, sounds pretty... lame. Really? Over a crush? I mean, I've never had a crush, so I don't understand how it feels like to be rejected or what-not, knowing they like someone else. But well, I guess it could lead to something as bad and powerful, like this.
The wind in my hair did nothing to calm my excitement and slight anxiety. I glided towards a nearby alley, shapeshifting into a civilian that definitely did not look like a Parisian, but a tourist with some fancy sunglasses on. Pulling out my phone and a pair of earpiece, I pretended to listen to music and focused on the screen while walking towards the sound. I mean, only idiots who do not know of such magical attacks would be stupid enough to walk to it.
After taking a few feet out of the alley, I hear angry screaming and noises and look up, catching sight of two figures throwing loads of items at each other. Okay, what. I mentally facepalm myself. This is like, the sixth time in two days that I facepalmed myself. Sighing, I trudged forward, using a little magic to tear them apart and hold them in time. Strangely, the effort taken seems to be more than usual. Are Parisians really that heavy?! Suddenly, realisation hits me like a truck. Humans all weigh the same when it comes to magic. Which means Hawk Moth has something that does not belong to him. Whatever it is, it's increasing his power. The magic seems to reflect a very familiar aura around it. It's almost like... my family's? I quickly shrug off the thought. I need to concentrate on this situation, there's no time to waste. I made time resume once again and rush off before the two came back to their senses. There was silence behind me for a while before the screams broke out again. As I continue making my way down the streets, I saw more people fighting; friends, family, couples, strangers... it was definitely the act of an akumatized person. As I continue on, I catch the sight of three figures on the roofs. The akuma catches sight of me, raising his weapon, a black book with some weird drawing on the cover. He seemed to scribble something in his book quick, and a flash of lightning shoots down at me. Widening my eyes, I dodge to the right and into an alley, where I shift back to my hero form.
Taking a leap, I rise into the air, coming face to face with the akuma.
