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Vorpal	Nighttime in the city. It can sometimes look so peaceful, it's hard to see that the subtle tendrils of crime drag themselves throught he streets, ready to prey upon the innocent and the unwary. At least, that's what Tommy -hopes-, anyways. He's sitting on a rooftop in his human guise, peering out of a set of binoculars. His patrol means taht he can be a hero when he needs to... and if a hero takes action, he can be a reporter and report. The fact that his binoculars are ragular ones and not night-vision ones isn't a problem. He's a cat. He can see in the nighttime. "Come on... is there nothing going on tonight? It's Friday, for chrissakes." He reaches over and munches on some fried calamari he just got to go. Hmmm. Calamari. Tartar sauce. Yummy.
Adrien Agreste	He had promised. So what if he was the only one who knew of it? Leaping from rooftop to rooftopn Chat Noir makes his way to the apartments by the university. Grinning when he stops his 'prey', chat gives one final flip and lets himself drop a little noisely on the roof top behind Tommy. "A little cloudy fur stargazing.... heard you wanted to chat with me. Meow a good time?" Adrien may or may noy have rehearsed that.
Vorpal	Tommy almost loses it at the 'thud' behind hi. For half a second his image wavers, but reasserts itself when he sees the figure on the rooftop is none other than- The binoculars fall. Fortunately they fall into the open backpack, so they do not break. The expression on the teen's face is absolutely priceless, though, wide-eyed as it is. "Holy crap. You're... you're chat noir!" he takes several steps forward, almost as if to reassure himself that whas he is seeing is NOT an illusion. "The rumors were true after all! Oh my gosh... all the way over here? I'm ... I'm." Speechless, meet Chat Noir.
Adrien Agreste	Haha! Worth it. Chat Noirxs grin is brighy and lopsided and roguish. He gives a sweeping bown srraightens upn and hops down level to Tommy. "All the way over here. And you .. you... cat got your tongue is what!"
Vorpal	Tommy has to resist the urge to say 'IF only!' to that. Instead, he offers an embarrassed laugh and says "You're right. I'm sorry... I've just never been... you know. *Sough* by someone. Er, do you want some calamari?" he says, picking up the box and offering it to Chat, taking a moment to get a -good- look at him, since most of the time he's seen videos of him in action, blurry photographs, etcetera. "... how did you know I was looking for you? I mean, why me and not Lois Lane? She's got, like, waaay more prestige than I do. It's so -cool- that you're here! Oh! Oh! Can I get a picture? A video? Would that be okay?"
Adrien Agreste	Chat Noir just laughs carelessly, blonde hair mussed and sloppy. "Yes. I know. Its all a bit overwhleming, but try not to go catatonic on me. I left my shock kit in my oyher suit and chest compressions are hard yo manage with claws," Chat quips, bringning one hand up to wiggle fingers, showing off the sharp black claw tipped fingers. It's his right hand, and his ring glitters faintly. His othrr hand rests on a jutted hip while his tail (its a belt i swesr but it moves just like a tail!) sweeps behind him in lazy amusement. The offer has his ears perking forward, eyes growing brighter. If this chat has whiskers they would have arched forward happily. "Oooh calamari sounds purrrrfect," Chat purrs happily, leaning forward with thoughyless grace to pick a piece from the box with dainty claws. There are some changes from those younger pictures. Namely that Chat is much more tomcat than tomkitten. His shoulders are broader and he's taller, six and half feet tall, all sleek tawny muscle and sinew. The leather suit hides nothing. The gold bell is gone too. There's just a small black tag in its place. There's no writing on it. After all, His Lady hasn't adopted him. Still a stray alleycat. Chat Noir happily munched the offeringn small fangs visible. "I know a guy. Who knows mew. He asked. Said mew would be feline up to a chat with Chat. Normally, I let Milady handle the purrress, but he said mew were nice, a real cat-ch of a friend. This Lois Lane mew spoke of doesn't come with such a reccommendation. Im not kitten mew when I say Im a pretty picky kitty," Chat retorts, licking his fingers as if done then going back for more. Tommy needs to realize his mistake. He gave the stray food. "And mew can have a picutre, bit just furr yourself. Not furr the purress. Im not the hero here. That's Ladybug." And because if I have to stare at myself as Chat next to myself in a cologne ad I just might Cataclysm myself.
Vorpal	It's hard. REALLY hard. Vorpal's every fiber wants to join in on the punning, but he can't. Why would HE be caterwauling? He was a perfectly human boy. All too human, perhaps. He notices the changes, and can't help but gulp. What as it about him and blondes? Adrien made him swoon, the Chat mdae him drool. Or maybe it was the calamari? He offers more from the box, a goofy grin on his face. "Don't say that, you're just as much of a hero as Cochinelle is! You're a team, aren't you? That means each half is as awesome as the other." He can't help it, though, he does reach out to touch the tag. "I liked the bell, did it fall off?" "Of course, no purr-PRESS picture. Just for me. You have no idea how much this means to me, you're like..." hot. But also "One of my heroes." He waits for Chat to finish the last batch of calamari before getting ready to take the picture. Because he is a fellow cat and respects the hunger.
Adrien Agreste	"Well. This is true. Buginette and I arw the purrfect team. And I am pawesome, all on my own. Still, with her there would be no way to purrrify the akuma." One beat. "Ah! Furrget I said that? Umm.. off the record!" This is why Bug talks to reporters. He might be a model in real life, but Adrien gets his lines handed to him because talking is hard. He grins into Tommy flicking the once bell. Bug had flicked the gold jingle once or twice. He loved it. But stalking with a jingle bell was getting annoying. "Well... I am an all grown up chaton meown am I not? Bells are furr kittens." And so last season! Calamari finishedn Chat Noir wipes his mouth in the back of his arm finsihing with a quick swipe ip toward his hairn fingertips flicking the leather triangle that acts like his cat ear. Grin back in place, Chat steps closer, carelessly n gracefully, fearlessly tossing his left arm over Tommy's shoulders. "Good! no purress means selfie. Here. From a hero of Parrrris to a fan. No autographs, or flash photogra- ugh... does your camera need the flash? I just rrreealized it mighy be too dark fur mew to see." Because Tommy is not a cat like himself.
Vorpal	No. Tommy is not a Tomcat. Not at all. No siree. "What kind of intrepid reporter would I be if I weren't prepared to shoot in the dark?" he says to the chat, trying not to shudder at the touch over his shoulders. That suit hid nothing, alright. Without really realizing it, Tommy's tail might actually sway a bit, bumping invisibly against Chat. >>Damnit, control that tail or you'll give yourself away!<< As he speaks, Tommy digs into his pocket and throws something up in the air. In a second, the tiny drone *snaps* into action, projecting a light from its flying self, which Tommy deftly guides with his phone to illuminate both of them. "See? I always come prepared." He gets the phone ready and he leans into Chat noir, shamelessly putting an arm around the other's waist to pull them both in for the selfie. And, well... could anyone BLAME him? "Alright... three, two, one, say 'Chat Botte!'" He'd take the selfie at the perfect moment, too, since a few seconds later there is a scream, and the sounds of impact. Down below, the tendrils of crime are indeed slithering about. In this instance, there is a van that has crashed against a lamp-post. This is not the bad thing. The bad thing is that out of that van, a group of dangerous men have emerged, clearly on the run with ill-gotten goods, and firing weapons indiscriminately behind them as they dive into the nearest alley in order to dissuade purrsuers.
Adrien Agreste	Chat Noir grins at Tommy. Just like Alya. Ready for anything, even with a live stream of where the akume took her. Helpful, even if Chat had been struck dumb by Ladybug's offee to be the sacrifice. Feeling the brush, Chat hmmms? and looks over a shoulder. His own tail flicking about. Nothing. Must've been a....fly? Snap. Light. Chat Noir looks over at it, the brush forgotten. His smile returns full force as he peers up, mind already noting the angle of the light, how it falls on them. Green slitted cat eyes turn to the phone and the little screen. With the instant feedback, Adrien manuveayrs them subtly so Tommy looks his best. Chat can look as dork and second rate right now. Thats not a big deal. Chat is not a model. Chat is just a guy in a magical cat suit that fights crime and evil. So what if he knows exactly how to jutt his hip into Tommy to make the other young man shift into a better lighting. He holds up a hand, making a V with clawed fingers, ring hidden, and cue a wink and a dorky tongue out laughing smile. "Chat Botte!" He says in unaccented French. Which just accents the fact that his English hadnt been accented. Magic! Then, CRASH! AAAAIIIIEEE! POP POP POPP RATTATATATAT!! Chat's ears swivel and his head snaps that way. "Well. Looks like they are pkaying my song. Stay put, hmm, Tommy? I'll go see whats claws-ed all this co-meow-tion. You, stay here, and just stay safe," Chat Noir says, hands grabbing Tommy by the shoulders and pushing him away and further from the building edge. An edge which Chat then sprints at and leaps off of, right into the fray. Because Chat Noir is a reckless cat. Into the midsts of the gunmen, staff broken into two parts to usr as twin billy clubs to start removing guns from hands. "Tsk tsk. Cat burglery is frowned upon mew know. Best if meew put the guns down and give up before i stop kitten around with mew," Chat is saying, eyes on the lookout for any hint of an akuma.
Vorpal	Oh, this was ON. "YOU be careful too!" Tommy shouts after Chat as he dives off... and then does a little dance. Because now? Now he has no reason to hold back. He pushes his bag into a corner with all of his things, and quickly runs across the rooftops, becoming completely invisible. "... The... HELL?" The burglars stop and give Chat a level, steady gaze. "... Catwoman got a sidekick?" "Catwoman ain't no hero-" "Yeah but she sometimes with Bat-" "Shut up and get 'im!" Guns are drawn, and aimed to go. Not it is the chat's time to shine. Vorpal crouches low and invisible on the side of the building, peering down and watching Chat Noir do his thing. And ready to leap in to help, in case someone sneaks up on the cat, unlikely though that may be.
Adrien Agreste	Catwoman? Indignant, Chat draws himself up, shoulders square, hip to one siden tail tip twitching. He is about to retort but then GUNS! And ones more lethal than his own! Thinking quickly, Chat throws his two part staff, one at a different gunman each. The momentum of his throw he uses to flip himselg at a third. Getting in close and personal, his body is a song, all grace and agility rolled into a lithe destructive package. Destruction kept carefully in check. Claws are used to rend clothing and armor to slow his opponents. "Fine. Im no longer feline nice..." even if he is still grinning.
Vorpal	>>Look at him. He's fantastic<< Sigh. Vorpal took mental notes. Feline agility like that was his to command, but the level of coordination and experience was clearly different magnitudes. Chat Noir had been doing this for years. He only had had a few months. Still, it dawned on Vorpal that the Chat could take on the goons down there without much trouble. If he let this opportunity pass, when else might he find a good chance? He had to act. There was a goon trying to flank the good black cat. Vorpal didn't doubt for a minute that Chat would see him and take him down, but it was his moment to shine. "HEY, don't leave me-owt of the fun here!" A figure full of grace and power, the Cheshire cat leaps off the roof and bounces off the opposite wall on his way down, doing an agile somersault off of it. He lands on the shoulders of the man ready to fire at Chat Noir, sits on them, and then proceeds to throw himself backwrads, flipping the man over in blur of speed. He lands in a crouch, while the man lands with an audible *thuk* against the nearest dumpster, flopping unconsciously to the ground. For a second, Vorpal looks completely astonished. Hey, that worked! Then he notices there are still goons... ready to shoot. Crap! He ducks sideways in order to avoid a hail of bullets. The man foolishly turned his back on Chat Noir to fire at Vorpal...
Adrien Agreste	One goon down. Chat uses that one, as he falls, to pounce propel himself at another. Arms latch about shoulders, legs about arms, a twistn and Chat's on his feet. Yhe goon is bent awkwardly, the gun ckattering from his hands. There's another, moving to flank. Chat will have to let this one go in order to keep that one from skinning himn but thats how these things go some days. Chat tenses, ready to spring again when there is a voice. And a cat pun. Stunned, Chat looks up... and watched as the new catboy very nicely drops the one he was worried about. Nice one, kitten. Oh look. And open back. Chat flings his weighy in a circle, grunting as he tosses the goon in his grip at the one shooting at the purple chat. One motion bleeding into another, Chat Noir vaults after him, pouncing onto the shoulders of the guy he threw the other at. one foot on shoukder bladen the other on the back of goonxs head, Chat leaps clear just before goon's face impacts cement. One neat roll into the last goon, him having turned his back to Vorpal. "Hey. Tell me if mew know this one: The cat came back the very next day..." Thats your cue, Petite Chaton. I am a good distractor. Look at me with ny green eyes and black ears and Bad Luck... wait! dont activate that!
Vorpal	"... I can't say I've hurred of that one befurr, it's cat meow stumped!" The Cheshire cat grins and walks up to Chat Noir. He's definitely more cat than boy, though, as he has actual fur and stripes, and his face is very much an amalgam of feline and human. "I'd paws and reflect on the joke, but we gotta high-tail it outta here." Because the police are coming. The sirens and the red-and-blue flashes lighting up the street. "Allow meow." A muscular arm snakes around Chat's waist and suddenly the floor-- is not there anymore! The Rabbit Hole opens underneath them and, after a few seconds of free-falling, Vorpal and Chat Noir land on a rooftop across the street from the scene of the crime. "Now we're free to pawstulate."
Adrien Agreste	Chat huffs as Vorpal didnt take the set up, and so he just punches the last one out. He turns to Vorpal, mouth openning to speak when he just stops. He's a real cat? Not just in a cat... what? Arm. Pulled in, Floor gone! Chat yelps in surprise, eyes looking up. The parts of his staff tumble after, and Chat is just about to actually wonder if his luck was changing when suddenly floor. Not braced, Chat just crumples in Vorpal's grip as the metalic clangs announce the staff's arrival.... one near by... the other on a metal ac unit then down the fsr side. Chat hissed at the impact, eyes fighting not to vlose on the wince.
Vorpal	"Ohmygosh! I'm sorry-" Vorpal quickly kneels, to get the Chat to do the same and off his feet. "... I totally should've warned... did you hurt anything?" Outside of his pride, and Vorpal's self-esteem, that is. "... did you broke anything?" Because how on earth is he going to get a masked hero to an emergency room? He hadn't even though about the question of what one did in those situations- where there places specialized in taking care of injured heroes where their identities could be safe? He had so much to learn, and not really many people whom to ask!
Adrien Agreste	Chat Noir growls faintly, pushing away even as he sits where Vorpal put him. He reaches for an ankle, which got jammed and jarred by the impact. Frowning at rhe pain, Chat rolls it slowly, as he learned to do back stage runways. Because the few times he gets loaned out and not Dad designers put him in ridiculous shoes, twisted ankkes happen. "Dont think so," Chat says still growling softly. He leans over to jab one part of the staff, and needing a moment to himself to regain composure, he glances toward where the other part went. "Did youbsee where the other part went?"
Vorpal	Vorpal heard it clank. "Yes, gimme a sec..." He is gone for a few seconds, and when he comes back it is with the other half of the staff. "Siddown, please Chat. Lemme take a look at the ankle? I've got some basic training." Because gymnastics teaches you how to take care of yourself. At least well enough before shipping yourself off to the emergency room. "I really didn't think..." of course he didn't. He uses the Rabbit Hole all of the time- his passengers, on the other hand, are not used.
Adrien Agreste	Alone for a moment Chat lets the pain be mor visible, rocking a bit because this not an injury hexs used to anf the spike of worry of what happens out of his tranformstion if he's hurtinf this badly. Chat is well aware that the suit protects him from injuries and from pain. Expression is schooled as Vorpal returns, and Chat reaches out for the other part of his staff. He limps for a ledge of something to sit on, biting back faint mewls. "Itxs fine, kitten. Not sure how much youll see in thw suit. Itcs not like it comes off," Chat says, teeth gritted. On the ledge? Chat stretches out that leg then puts his baton back together befoee stowing it away at thw small ofnhis back. His tails is twitching in pained spasms... and the metal tip clinks against the stone of the building.
Vorpal	"Look, just let me take a peek, awright? It's my fault, so..." And then there is another rabbit hole. An apartment... a kitchen, actually. A refrigerator. Vorpal reaches into it and draws something out of the freezer- an ice pack. He very carefully sits down and repositions the leg so it is stretched out cross his own lap. "This will help with swelling, even if I can't put it directly on your skin. I mean..." he gives Chat a sly look, allowing himself a moment of levity, "It's not like this suit isn't painted on or anything, rrrright?" His hands are unusually gentle as he tries to get a good wrap around with the ice pack. Even if he can't get to the ankle, he can get to the most immediate area and hopefully take down any swelling. "... I'm really, really sorry," he apparently can't stop apologizing enough, "You're so amazing, I just wanted to show off..."
Adrien Agreste	Chat Noir all but falls gracelessly to the sofa as rooftop is replaces by a living room. Stone bench thing? sofa. Glad im alresdy on my butt.... Chat watches Vorpal, vreen eyes looki g aboiy the apartment with curiosity. A soft hiss wscapes him as the ice pack is placed and then theres a thin chuckle. "All but," he grumbles faintly befoe inhaking to refind hisnsuave. he still has that right? wait. cat said whay? Roll wih it Adrien! "Its fine, kitten. Yoi did good. dropped that one guy. I just wasnt ready for.. whoosh no floor wham floor. "
Vorpal	"Yyyeah... I forget I'm the only cat with a portable hole around here..." Vorpal says, keeping that ice pack at hand. The apartment looks like your standard apartment for a college student. There aren't any pictures, though, and a lot of the stuff is still boxed in. Someone has just moved in, it seems. "Do you need to rest before you get going? It's cool, we can stay here." He reaches out and... well. Flicks the tag on the cat's neck with a smirk, "I'd feel pawful if you went out limping before you got back on yer feet. It'd be... a cat-astrophe. And the company's nice." Subtle. But not so subtle.
Adrien Agreste	Chat Noir had been looking around thw apartment, wondeting at the rwealtor who rented this apartment to a cat... amd thwn if hw could rent one as Chat Noir. Because it would feel more like his if he actually decorated it.... Absorbed by his pinderings, the flirtatious puns catch Chat off guard slightly and he looks back at Vorpal with a wide eyed ears flat expression. "....what?"
Vorpal	Vorpal chuckles, seeing the wide eyes, "What? Cat got your tongue?" NOW he got to hit him with THAT one. He checks on the ice pack to make sure that it is covering the correct area, or at least as close as he can get because of the boot. "What else hurts? Just this area?" he touches the area surrounding the ankle gently, and moves a little up along the shin, just to make sure there isn't a fracture or something worse. Anything along the shin... that was nasty, and incredibly painful. And it could heal all wrong if you were stubborn and refused to take care of it right away. "Say 'Mow that hurts' if it does."
Adrien Agreste	Chat draws his head back half an inch. His eyes narrow faintly. His ears - honestly, they are just triangles of leather! - swivel forward slightly though remain flat against his hair. "You know, Im really a fan of copycats..." Chat Noir says softly, shoulders tense. The prodding wasnt reacted too save for Chat ro bend his knee and start to bring his ankle away from Vorpal's lap. Stubborn? A little. More reckless than anything. Plus, the suit is handling most of the pain, and Adrien is hyper aware of this fact for his ankle is at a slow deep throb. If he needed to fight, he could.
Vorpal	"Copycat?" Vorpal's eyes gow wide. Then his nose is inch-to-inch with Adrien's, green eyes fixing on the other's like laser beams. "I'll have you know, Chat Noir, that I am *THE* Cheshire Cat. I've been around since before you were born! Copycat, indeed!" He sits back, looking positively wounded. "That hurts. That really does hurt." He looks away, acquiring that most feline look of someone who has been mortally wounded.
Adrien Agreste	Green eyes versus green eyes. Both cat like. Both slitted. Adrien can't shake that feeling of staring himself in the eyes, and his whole body tenses. Hands on the sofa u der him, the fingers curl and the claws slice the fabric an inch. "Well... it's a mistake that can be made," Chat Noir replies lamely. He knows its lamely. He cant bring himself to care. That look of hurt makes him want to reach out and pet Vorpal on the head. Because hurting someone's feelings as Chat did in fact create the copycat. Oh no. Is this guy an akuma victim? cant be. hsnt gone for my ring yet... As he is pondering this odd fact, Chat Noir places his hurting foot on the floor and reaches up to stritch Vorpal on the top of the head, right where Chat himself always wishes Ladybug would stritch. "Sorry if it offended you, kitten. I'm a little unsettled from ....yeah, not used to ...whatever it is yu can do..."
Vorpal	And an honest-to-god purr escapes from the cat's throat. He seems reticent to reply in any other way, and then he leans into the hand and sighs. "'salright, apology accepted. But I should be apologizing to you too, I hurt yer paw." Vorpal looks at his foot down on the floor and shakes his head. "Stubborn," he chuckles and stands up, offering his hand. "I can take you back to the rooftop if you want..."
Adrien Agreste	Letting his hand fall away from the stritches, Chat Noir takes the helping hand up to his feet, gritting his teeth a bit. "Yours also accepted. And that's purrobably for the best. If you're like me, and hide who's under the ma... fur, then the less I know about where this is and who calls it home, the better," Chat says mostly seriously. After all, secret identities are important! "I think I'm ready this time..."
Vorpal	Vorpal smirks. "I don't hide anything. My life... is an open book." He doesn't know if Chat will get the joke or not, but he had to be made. "Why hide, though? You should let someone get to know you a little better." The Rabbit Hole appears, this time suspended in mid-air so they may both walk through it without having to fall. "There's a local drive-through showing old B movies. They're showing Cat Women From Mars next week. Whadaya say?" He raises an eyebrow, "There's a tree we could both sit in and hide. I'll bring a picnic basket. Tuna sandwiches."
Adrien Agreste	Nope. Did not get joke. So instead, he'll answer the more serious question, trying not to limp by calling on the model trick of i-am-not-hurting. "Why hide? Because there are people in this world who would use the knowledge od who you really are to hurt you. Or takke some one youbcare about to force you to do something you shouldnt. Im not one, mind, but still. Its a risk..." Chat says. His voice might give away the pain. "Cat Women from.... Im actually curious, but I dont know what im doing next week... and i purrobably shouldnt anyway..." Plagg will demand cheese.
Vorpal	"Aw, c'mon. You'll hurt my felines," Vorpal says with a hint of mischief. "You really want to leave me to see a movie all by meowself?" He turns around so he is facing Chat. "Do I need to put a bell around you and hound you until you say yes? I can be quite dogged when I want to be. You've cat me all curious, now."
Adrien Agreste	Chat can't suppress the faint smirk nor the light roll of his eyes at the puns and the pressing. It seems familiar in a way. "No. But saving the day comes first, Petite Chaton. And no bells. Ive out grown them. Besides, I dont like dogs." he quips back, stwpping throuhh the rabbit hole with Vorpal.
Vorpal	"Is it the suit? I can wear something different!" Vorpal quips back, stepping through the rabbit hole. "Even though I think I wear this much better," he grins. "I'll do anything you say if you say 'oui'. I'll even take up the Southside patrol for you for a week!" The southside patrol- that's the one with all the garbage dumps and the questionable warehouses. One tends to smell like a bad weekend in Vegas after traipsing through those rooftops.
Adrien Agreste	Vorpal isnt feline up to a no, is he? Chat can relate. The black cat smiles at the purple one, eyes sweeping about to gain his bearings, because Adrien is going home... icing his ankle and hoping he can write this off as a runway thing without his father firing aomeone. Saving rhe world from Hawk Moth Papillon is a less daunting task. "Im not saying yes... because I never know what I will be doing, and with my Luck any plans would blow up in my face. That said, dont take me patrol anywhere... especially south side." Chat shuddets.
Vorpal	"Oh, well..." the Cheshire cat's fur actually gets a little grayer. Or maybe it is the fact that they're out in the nighttime, now, it is hard to tell. "Then I should leave you be to your pawtrol, then." He walks over to one of the air vents and leans against it, arms crossed in the very image of a sulk. "Maybe we'll see each other again."
Adrien Agreste	"Im not saying no either. Im actually curious about that movie. I just... dont like making plans that far out," Chat tries to soften that blow, spottkng the greying fur and the sulking. It all makes hia shoulders slump a bit. "Yes. Maybe..." No invoking luck. Chat turns, draws in a steadying breath knowing the leaps are going to hurt... and then he bounds away. ow. ow. ow. ow.