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Lorien	Another day, and another rumor of giant spider webs spreads throughout New York City. Some people accuse the Friendly Neighborhood Webslinger, but others are less quick to point fingers, citing that, unlike Spider-Man's webs, these are spun and spread, and contain multiple pigeon-sized cocoons. Between two tenement brownstones, high above the streets, where a failure of light in the windows indicates empty apartments, are these webs. The moon shines down through the clouds, illuminating the gossamer strands, thick as rope, shimmering and translucent like glass, and in the center of it, what looks to be a human being, upside down. Could they need help?
Adrien Agreste	The rumors have reached even the high end modelling world. Adrien had politely listened without seeming to react, but the superhero in a model's clothes had taken notice. It took Chat Noir several nights to find a web, telling himself that discovering the source may hoepfully give him and Ladybug a jump on any akuma activity. Even if Hawk Moth had been quiet lately. Which meant that Ladybug hadn't been around. At least, that's what Adrien was telling himself. It'd been days... almost weeks since he'd last seen his Lady. He had braced himself for this, working independently of his Lady, when he left Paris. having found her here and then not having her near was... jarring. And something to think about later, Chat chided himself as his green cat-eyes settled upon the first of the webs. On the edge of a building, Chat perched, knees bent, left hand on the edge of the brownstone between his feet, tail held up to balance himself. His right hand pulled out his staff, which he slid up slightly with his thumb so the magic of his transformation could have his baton act as a cell phone camera. He wanted to get these pictures to Ladybug, the next time he saw her. Two pictures taken, Chat pauses to switch hands, the right now ont he stones, his left reaches out to gingerly touch a bit of web. Poke poke. You know what they say about cats and curiosity...
Lorien	".... I would greatly appreciate it if you didn't do that. In fact, I would greatly appreciate it if you forgot what you saw here. I'd rather not scare the locals." Golden eyes open up on the head of the human figure, its arms folded across its chest, legs together. From the center of its back, four thin, graceful spider legs extend, and, slowly and carefully, turn the figure rightside up. "Now. What brings you to my humble abode?" the melifluous tenor voice questions calmly.
Adrien Agreste	"Mrreeaaah!" The cat-like half-meowing yelp comes with a jump that has Chat Noir a foot from where he had been and his body coiled in a defensive posture. If he had fur, he'd have fluffed up. In the darkness, green eyes settle on the golden eyes. They trace over the head human, then the arms and the... spider... legs. "Whoa," Chat Noir breathes, eyes widening and head tilting. He leans forward a bit. "I... was.. You're a spider!" Smooth.
Lorien	"Half spider. Half not-Earth spider," the man corrects. "And you are... half feline?" Moving closer to Chat, he comes into the light; his bone-colored hair partially shades a face that is both black and bronze, as if he were wearing a cowl and chin strap over a metallic colored face.
Adrien Agreste	Black ears over golden blonde hair twitch as the spider-man man-spider creature person moves closer and further into the light, making it easier for Adrien to see his features. "Not really. I'm... Chat Noir," he says, as if that explained everything. It doesn't, but Chat's going to act like it does. "What are you doing here? You ...live here?"
Lorien	"For now. I don't really have a home," the spider explains. "Well, I do have a home, but it's one I won't go back to very soon. I was sealed into it ten years ago, left to die." He smiles faintly. "Not very pleasant topic of conversation, is it?" The tips of long fangs show as he speaks. "I'm trying 'manners' now. I managed to find a book." Unfolding his arms, he holds up a copy of 'Manners and Etiquette, Emily Post, 18th Revised Edition'.
Adrien Agreste	That study, so similar to his own, Chat Noir finds himself nodding. Similar... except for the 'left to die' part. Adrien was a puppet of his father's company, business needs, whims, and fortune. Home, even the penthouse he was in while in New York, was a gilded cage. One he escaped from as often as he could manage... only to go back to it like the polite, good boy he was. "No. Not really," Chat replies, tone soft, serious, and holding that sense of kindred spirit. Green eyes slip to the book, and Chat grins at the title, his own small fangs showing. "That's a good one," Chat comments lightly. "Not purrfect, but not terrible."
Lorien	"I... I'm at an impasse, Chat Noir," the spider states. "I need to find a man and kill him, because he deserves to die. But I have no idea how to find him, because I do not understand the world."
Adrien Agreste	The hiss isn't really a hiss. It's an inhale of breath. But it sure sounds like a hiss. His ears, which really are just triangles of leather seemingly clipped into his hair, nevertheless fold and lay flat against his skull. Behind him, his tail, nothing but a black leather belt, lowers, flicking in agitation. "I'm sorry that you had horrible things happen to you, but.. I just don't think I can even consider helping... Meow that I know... I'm not even sure I can't say that if I realize you're actively trying, that I'm not going to move to stop you...." There's a strange tension to the cat's words, like he understands the frustrations, and yet... still doesn't like the end game. "In fact, I'd rather you did everything you could not to feel angry or sad about this, as best you can. There's a not nice person out there.. who feels on such things. I don't know if he could, but I'd really like for him not to try to use those negative emotions to attempt to control you." And then forcing Chat to have to fight this person...
Lorien	"You don't understand. This man ordered the deaths of everyone in the laboratory - all his employees. He paid to have them killed - and then killed the mercenaries he hired. What's more, he intends to allow every life form on this planet to be killed," the spider explains.
Adrien Agreste	That has Chat blinking. His ears perk forward again, his tail growing still and straight. "He what?" asks the cat, as if he couldn't believe his ears.
Lorien	"My name is Lorien. I am the first of my kind on this planet." Cue flashback! "My egg was discovered in the Amazon Rainforest. It was collected as a potential new species, and on the way back to the laboratory in this city, I hatched. Contact with the egg transferred human DNA into the shell, and brought me to life." "A man running the lab, Doctor Weston Fine, oversaw my study and development. He found that I was not a natural species to Earth, but an alien one, unlike anything he'd seen before. What's more, I am not just flesh and blood, but machine as well. He said it was 'techno-organic'." "I was raised inside of a zoo enclosure, so I did not hear everything, but I did hear the other doctors - including the woman who raised me, treated me like a child instead of an animal - angry at him. Threatening him with the police, because of something he had done. Unethical. Illegal. I think it had to do with the fact that one of the assistants had been experimented on, and was going to have a child like me." Lorien's eyes close and his voice quavers. "He had them killed, and when the mercenaries were done, they started dying too ... Weston sealed the lab. Left me inside to starve to death. That's when I found out more about the threat I pose to the world." "The eggs were sent here like seeds, planted on Earth, to grow into the dominant species on the planet, to transform or displace all people on this planet. When this happens, the creators of the eggs will come, and harvest all of us as food."
Adrien Agreste	Chat Noir listens to all of this, tail again beginnig to flick. The tiny 'metal' on the tip clinking against the cement of the roof top's edge. His ears flatten and perk forward in an unsteady half rhythm. "I'll help. With stopping this man. Bringing him in to face justice, not killing him. And... I'll fight these... alien hatchling things. When I see them. And... if it's okay. I want to bring Ladybug to meet you. She's my partner, and.. She's better than I am at these sorts of things," Chat Noir says, just before his shoulders and ears droop slightly. "When I see her again, that is." Where IS that crazy bug?
Lorien	"Doctor Lang taught me that I must not kill unless it is absolutely unavoidable. I fear that with Fine, it will come to that," Lorien explains. "But ... I don't know where he is. All the records of him are gone. So for now, I am just... wandering. I don't know what to do now."
Adrien Agreste	"You said his name was Doctor Weston Fine," Chat states, his tone almost a question. Upon a nod, the cat continues. "I can do some research and let you know what I find. It might take me a few days because... I'm not sure exactly how to do all that but.. I can certainly give it a try."
Lorien	"Thank you. I... I don't want to end up as food obviously. Even if that means I must be alone for the rest of my life," Lorien gratefully replies. He then taps his chin with his free hand (the other still holding his book). "But how will we find each other if you do discover his location? I have to keep moving, and I don't have a "sell phone" like the humans I see walking around."
Adrien Agreste	"Obviously. I wouldn't want to be food either!" Chat Noir exclaims, sitting up straight. Having put his baton back at the small of his back, Chat has both hands on the roof between his feet. His ears perk forward at Lorien's statement of what he would sacrifice. Adrien's had similar thoughts himself, of being alone. He's felt it, and so he gives his head a shake. "I'll track you. I've got good eyes and a good nose. And... I'll take to Ladybug and..." here he pauses. Nancy comes to mind. She's sweet and wouldn't want Lorien to be alone either. But how to tell her about Lorien WITHOUT giving up his secret identity to both of them? Chat's tail twitches quickly as he thinks, ears flattening until suddenly they perk up. AHA! "A friend of mine. His name is Adrien. Blonde. Green eyes. I'll tell him to keep an eye out for your webs, and he'll come and talk to you some. I think that maybe.. he and I can help you find some people who'd be willing to help and... in the meantime, I'll see if I can find an abandoned building you can use. That I think I can do pretty much right away. I've been all over these rooftops!" Chat's smile returns full force, happy that he thinks he's found a way to help. "I'll even tell Adrien to bring you some pasteries from this bakery I know. Best croissants in the world!"
Lorien	"I appeciate the offer, but I must refuse." Lorien smiles, a little sadly. "I'm too much like a spider. You see the coccoons in this web? Birds. I am an obligate carnivore, I must capture animals to eat. Plant matter is something I can't seem to handle very well."
Adrien Agreste	Green eyes shift to the cocoons, and at the mention of birds, Chat shuffles a half inch away from the nearest one. "Oh... umm... I can... umm... bring meat?" Lost for words Chat is lost for words.
Lorien	"I'll just... act as pest control for the city. There are millions of rats beneath the streets. I'll feed well on those for a long time," Lorien chuckles. "I have to bite my food, inject venom. That's what prepares it for me to eat, though..." He thinks for a moment trailing off. "Metal. Some iron, some aluminum, maybe a little brass. Every so often I enjoy eating metal." "I will give you something for you trouble, then next time we meet. I can do one thing besides hunt and hide." Lorien pulls himself up his web into the moonlight, so he can be fully seen. "Do you see this material?" he asks Chat, gesturing to the light, silken-looking pants and sleeveless trenchcoat he's wearing. "I weave it. Soft and light as silk, stronger than steel. I can make something for you, if you would like."
Adrien Agreste	The son of a designer. Not just any designer, but Gabriel Agreste. Up there with Vera Wang and Dulce and Gabana, the Agreste brand is one of opulence and luxury. It is with this eye that Chat Noir studies the fabric, the cut of the pants and the fall of the coat. Stronger than steel... His father would like that for him... given that in his civilian life, Adrien is not wearing magical 'armor' in the form of a leather cat suit. But the cut is wrong. His father would never let him wear something like that. However... "I do like the fabric. Could it be cut and sewn like fabric or do you have to weave it into the shape it is?"
Lorien	"It could be shaped, I think; I usually weave it to form. The lack of seams keeps its integrity and prevents tearing. However... weaving just thread, it could be sewn that way. Even knitted together," Lorien thinks aloud.
Adrien Agreste	"The fabric is gorgeous and... Let me talk to Adrien about it? He knows a lot about this stuff. I... don't need anything, even if I'd love it. I really only just wear this, ya know?" Chat Noir says, using one hand to motion down to himself.
Lorien	"Absolutely. I'll be sure to leave signals for you to find, then," Lorien agrees. "How about this... I'll weave a web with a little cat head in the left corner when I am in an area. When I move, I'll collect it, so as not to give you false signals. Will that work?"
Adrien Agreste	Chat Noir nods to this, smile returning full force. "Yes, yes. That sounds good. I can tell Adrien to look for it as well," Chat Noir promises, taking a moment to mentally tell himself to look for the cat head on the left corner of spider webs now. There. Message sent and received. Chat Noir can't help but chuckle as his own cleverness.
Lorien	"If I might impose - do you know of any place I could learn more about the rest of the world ... /safely/?" Lorien questions. "I know I will scare humans. I already do. I'd rather avoid that if possible."
Adrien Agreste	Lorien's question has the Parisan born super hero frowning, tilting his head, and his ears flatting out in thought. "No," he admits finally, sounding sad. "I don't, but.. I'll keep my ears open and as soon as I hear something, I'll let you know or pass the message to you through Adrien."
Lorien	"All right then. Thank you anyways." Lorien looks to the book in his hands. "I suppose I'll make do with this then, for now. I don't have anything else to occupy my time." He looks back up. "And I probably shouldn't keep you either. You look like one of those 'superheroes' I hear spoken of. And that means you're probably on your way to fight crime."