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Ladybug It was a rather normal day at College Francoise Dupont, the school where NOT LADYBUB AND CAT NERD go to school. We swear. Worst Girl (Chloe Bourgeoise) had insulted SOMEONE ELSE and tore them to shreds and the teachers slash adults generally overlooked this for whatever reason.

It was entirely unclear if they were simply afraid of pissing off the Mayor('s daughter) or Charlie Brown tier window dressing. Both were equally likely.

After the brief chase through Paris with Ladybug and Chat Noir, they moved to protect Chloe - SOMEHOW THE TARGET OF THE AKUMA'S WRATH - before Chloe drove off Ladybug in frustration.

Later that day, Ladybug called up Chat Noir with a different plan. Since the Akuma - The Illustrator - had shown interest in another girl, Marinette Dupain-Cheng (who he was apparently sweet on), and for him to gather some friends from outside Paris to go handle, meeting them near the banks of the river that evening to stop the MOST EVIL OF BIRTHDAY PARTIES.

That evening, Chat Noir had arranged to meet his recruits - if any - near the Arc du Triumph, where the permanent natural warpgate had appeared in the middle(ish) of Pairs. From there, it was straight to the scene of THE CRIME (party)... As soon as Chat Noir laid down the Ground Rules. Ladybug had said to remind people of them! Then she had to go on a SECRET MISSION, leaving Chat...

To figure out the rules.

((OOC: wait for chat))
Chat Noir The superhero known as CHAT NOIR is used to running off half-cocked, getting whacked, and needing to be bailed out of a situation. He is /not/ used to Ladybug giving him orders to go bodyguard a civilian and then go deal with an Akuma basically without her. He's not even altogether certain this is within his means, and he'd spent a short while after THE PLAN was issued to him scrambling to find something to contain the Akuma with before making an abrupt, emergency mission posting on Syndicate channels.

It had read:

    SENDER: alleyCat239
    SUBJECT: Temporary Superhero Team Needed
    MSG: So some of you have met my partner and I, Ladybug, recently. We're new to this everything and weren't sure it was real until yesterday. Messing with perception of reality is a common trick of our supervillains. Anyway, my partner is MIA on me and I've got a supervillain artist running amok with a magic tablet and pen. I need some people to give me a hand breaking his stylus to turn him back to normal. Oh, the supervillains here aren't themselves, they've been hijacked by a magical butterfly man who preys on people's negative emotions to make them supervillains.

The post goes on to describe some very dubious and poor directions that lead into a newly-unified France's Arc de Triomphe, but seems to have an abnormal number of nearby connections branching off of it. Chat Noir is waiting at the gate, which has the beginning of an obvious customs checkpoint being built up around it, but it isn't currently manned.

He is holding his solution to the problem of the Akuma itself in hand. It is an old jar of jam that's been hollowed out and had holes poked in the lid because he doesn't want to /kill/ the magical evil butterfly.
Dominic Masoch     Click.

    That's the sound of a disposable camera taking a picture of the Arc de Triomphe before Dominic slips it back into the satchel he carries at his side and speaks to the White Mage he came here with. His sword hangs at his hip and his outfit is generally pretty casual besides.

    "Okay. We will do the Supero Hero job, maybe stop for dinner at a cafe or something, and head home. It'll be a pretty good afternoon, yeah?"

    He smiles towards the White mage and then starts looking around for their point of contact. Judging by the cat screen name, the cat uniform, and all that, Dominic figures it to be Chat Noir.

    He starts heading over in that direction, figuring it to be best to meet up and get coordinated.
Kyra Hyral SOMETIME EARLIER TODAY...

    Kyra Hyral bursts into the Nojrun apartment, waving around her mPhone Multiverse VI. "DOMINIC! Dominic I have /great news/. I figured out where we're eating out tonight! It's called /Paris/ and it's /super fancy/. Oh but first there's a Syndicate job there we need to do. It's uuuh...."

    With a flick of her finger, Kyra unlocks her mPhone, "Crazy artist with magical stylus being mind controlled by an evil butterfly man. Local superheroes need the help of non-local superheroes. Sounds pretty easy, right? C'mon, grab your sword and let's go~"

    NOW...

    After crossing through the gate into the world, Kyra double-takes at Chat Noir. "....N'raha...?" she murmurs, knowing very well that she hasn't seen her classmate around in a while. She shakes her head then grins, following alongside Dominic. "Oh yes, I'm sure it'll be a great afternoon, Dominic."
Lyria Mason Lyria had a very low profile in the multiverse as of late, mostly due to project work and Mr. Greene just laying on the workload in one of her classes. She has no idea why she's done this time to anger him so. Still she's finally how she worked her way out from under it and was quite happy about that. So she was happy to help and did understand there would be ground rules. She had lowered her mPhone as she finished reading the message. It made sense the target was also an a victim under the power of something else? Okay she'll be showing restraint as it's some bizarre kind of hostage situation.

She accepts the job unaware that two old friends of her's have taken the jobs as well. Though her clothing? Looked very out of place as she joined the small gathering as she too makes for Chat. Who would see the blur haired and tattooed young woman coming towards him along with the others who have accepted the job.

Ahoy the name's Lyria Mason I heard you needed some help with a very strange hostage situation?
Homura Akemi     Places Homura hadn't been before: Paris.

    Yet, the sight of the Arc de Triomphe had provoked, immediatly upon arrival, a kneejerk reaction in the girl, who actually took a few rapid steps backwards before stopping, looking around, and calming down. Huh, odd.

    At least she manages to catch herself there, and with a sigh closes her eyes, takes a moment to breathe, and flicks her hair to the side. There, all better.

    Not transformed yet, the almost an adult girl's clothes are simple-- a white dress shirt, black pants, and a black vest slung over a shoulder if it either gets cold or starts raining. She has her glasses on, and her hair is loose.

    She finds Chat Noir, Kyra and Dominic quickly, nodding briefly to the already costumed boy. "Hey. Sorry about last time. You two held out pretty well for newbies, though. I'm Homura, by the way." She hadn't introduced herself in person at the time, and with how quickly Ladybug and Chat Noir left, wouldn't have had time to anyway.
Jack     For the record, Jack the Ripper hasn't been to Paris either.
    Practically riding in Homura's shadow, the Servant is nowhere to be seen, makes no sound, weighs nothing, and otherwise does not make her presence known. Not for any real reason. Mostly for ease of travel.
    It's only when Homura stops to greet Dominic and Kyra that she peeks out from hiding. It's as though she looks around a corner that simply is not there; head and shoulder poking out from behind the Puella magi, she's wearing a light white dress. Crystal blue eyes blink almost owlishly.
    One hand holds the true friend of every young girl; her smartphone. She looks at the screen. She looks at Homura. She looks at Dominic. She looks at Kyra.
    She takes a selfie with all of them in view of the Arc de Triomphe.
    "... Oh right. Yes hello. We are here about heroism. Yep. Hi."
    She points now to the screen of her phone, which shows Chat's Syndicate posting as though to make sure this fact does not go unsaid.
    Butterflies were mentioned. And this is why instead of her knives, she brandishes a bug catching net.
Theo Morrison It's been a long road... but he's finally done it. The culmination of months of work, of sleepless nights, of paths in the mind traversed, twisted and cast aside. The grand design he envisioned so long ago, complete and inscribed.

It's been hell on his paycheck, though. Leaves of absence for strange and arcane projects really cut into your vacation time and your bank account. Maybe a quick job, and then...!

Theo trudges along the streets with Kickotron in tow, ignoring the looks he's getting on the way. His hair is longer than usual, combed out of his eyes by occasional hand gestures rather than any actual effort on his part; his stride is that of a man with a purpose, albeit one that weighs heavily. His tee-shirt is... mostly clean, but only because he thought to do laundry last Thursday since it was kind of getting rank in the baseme-- er, the CAVERN OF THE GREAT WORKS, and was interfering with the aforementioned work. Which was great.

Kickotron has Theo's backpack, and what looks to be a huge, heavy, leatherbound book, full of little colored tabs sticking out every which way. He's clutching it awkwardly, because it's nearly as big as the myr is. Theo isn't carrying it because his hands are full of his phone, which has the directions on it, and some kind of delicious frozen beverage, which is currently keeping him alert. Also because he's a wizard and he has minions for a reason.

Theo wanders towards the gate from the other side. He skipped it on the way in, mostly by accident. Planeswalkers.
Chat Noir "Chat Noir." The cat-themed superhero corrects Kyra, jovially. His hearing is actually pretty good and he picked up on the implicit question, and very few people have been coming through the gate. Technically this world is trying to enforce a quarantine while they get their Multiverse Primers in order, but it's not nearly perfect and people tend to accept that whatever Ladybug and Chat Noir happen to be associated with has a good reason behind it.

Once everybody seems to have arrived and settled in, Chat Noir draws his baton and presses a few buttons on its screen, sending a marked map to everybody within a few feet of him. Having done this he extends the baton to lean on like a cane and bows a little over-theatrically, "It's a purrleasure to meet you all, or see some of you again in the case of the lovely Miss Homura here. My name is Chat Noir and my absent partner is the Ladybug mentioned in my help request."

"I'm grateful to all of you for showing up. If you need a hand later," He raises his hand to his ear with thumb and pinky extended to imitate a phone, "give us a ring and we'll see what we can do for you. For meow, we've got a few minutes to get down to the river and bust up this artist's birthday party. There's going to be a civilian involved that I'm going to have to get and keep out of the way, so my direct usefulness is going to be limited."

"Especially because this supervillain has a crush on her or something, and Akuma are really uninhibited emotionally so he'll probably latch onto that and try to kill me for stealing her away." He raises his baton and mimes breaking it, "His power's in his stylus or his tablet, I'm nya-t really sure which. If it gets broken it'll take his powers away and release the butterfly that transformed him. We've gotta catch that butterfly."

Chat Noir lifts the little jam jar up in front of him, his lips spreading into a catty smile. He asides to Jack, "You seem most prepared to deal with this, so I'm going to let you take care of that." And gives her the jar, before he settles back in and continues.

"Even though this guy is acting real nasty, he's a victim too so don't go at him for real. Try not to blow anything up either, this world is new to the whole gate thing and there's only so much Ladybug and I can clean up. Oh, and his abilities are to make and erase things by interacting with his tablet, so watch out for that." He adds off-handedly, only because Ladybug had repeatedly told him to make sure nobody got out of hand on that count.

Having finished his exposition, Chat Noir shuffles aside to murmur to Homura, "We usually have to split pretty fast, and Ladybug wasn't doing so good. It wasn't your fault."

Clearing his throat and turning his attention back to the overall group he says, "Let's get going, I don't want to leave that civilian alone with the Illustrator for too long." And begins to move, leading the pack towards the river.
Ladybug     CAT NERD has recruited PEOPLE! Some of them are awful* servant assassins (* potentially not awful), some of them are generic* final fantasies (* probably not generic), some of them are grim* dark* magical girls (* probably not as grim or as dark as advertised), and hubristic card wizards!

There is no qualifier for that last one. That one we're sure of.

With the power of DESTROYING ANYTHING HE TOUCHES and JAR WITH HOLES IN IT, Chat has assembled a FIGHTING FORCE of HEROISM.

And forgotten to SET ANY GROUND RULES. Or did he? He did! Hooray.

Well, Paris is a bright and wonderful city, city of love and magic and lights, and the place where A SHADY DUDE IN A SILVER MASK SENDS EVIL BUTTERFLIES AGAINST THE ONE (and only one) PERSON IN PARIS WHO IS MAD. You can tell this is a golden age location because you forget this strange fact. Everyone does seem genuinely happy, most of the time! Well, everyone that's not under hard observation. But most people are Pretty Happy.

There is, to anyone attuned to such things, a sort of Nexus of Negativity coming out from the river, as people approach it, where a number of really awkward lights have been set as if just copy-pasted on. A tiny Eiffel Tower model is on the boat, about eight feet tall, tipped with a bright glowing orb that sheds light as if by daytime. On a rather romantic park bench a supervillian-costumed boy sits drawing musicnotes on a tablet for a dark haired girl in a coat and very pink jeans, who casts furtive glances around.

SURPRISE ROUND WHATCHA DO
Dominic Masoch     It takes Chat Noir doing introductions to remind Dominic that he never introduced himself. He shakes his head a couple times, "Sorry, forgot to introduce myself. Dominic Masoch, Fencer." He points to the sword at his hip.

    "This is my healer. I will let her introduce herself."

    Most of the other people get a nod in greeting, or at least an appraising look, before he settles in to listen to Chat Noir explain their mission, "I see. It sounds like a rather straightforward affair. I will not tempt fate to call it easy, but the resolution is basic." He rubs a hand underneath his chin as he listens and responds.

    Dominic doesn't possess an ability to sense negativity. He's going to require someone to lead him towards the area they're supposed to be. His hand rests on the hilt of his sword as he goes, and his other hand browses his cell phone and answers texts with Alexander Academy's Dungeoneering Department. Kyra can attest that his work keeps him very busy.

    "As a newcomer to this world," Dominic says, looking towards Chat, "I will follow your lead. Please feel free to direct me as you see fit."
Lyria Mason Lyria Mason has heard Homura on the radio in the past but has no memory of ever meeting the woman before she looks over at her for a moment.

"Hello Homrua, so we actually meet in person for the first time."

She also takes note of Jack as they arrive and is a bit shocked at how small Jack is. For some reason she always thought they would be taller. She also gets dragged into a Photo which doesn't bother her too much.

"Hello there as well. Kyra? Dominic? It's good to see you both though I wish it was in a bit of a more relaxed situation. We'll have to catch up a bit when this is over."

Theo also has arrived much to Lyria's shock and she had no idea where the card slinger had been for so long but i was good to see him.
"IT's good to meet you Chat Noir. Well be glad to help you, and the river? I'll have a source of water to work with? Good! This will open up some things I can do."

It's land locked water sure, but it water none the less.

So all restraint on what ever urges they have are gone while they are effect like this Chat. I also understand someone has effected him somehow, I'll keep myself restrained with that in mind.

With that she moves to follow after Chat Noir and keep with the other, she's already thinking on how her Geomancy could put the water to use in disabling this person so they could break the pen, thus freeing them from it's vile control. AS she nears the river something doesn't feel right about the water to Lyria right now.

She hold back trying to get a feel for the villain that is ahead of them. She however is going to follow Chat's lead as well he knows this best and she's trying to get a feel for the water.
Homura Akemi     Butterfly, emotional inhibition, weird abilities, don't kill. Homura nods, and mentally makes a checklist of ways she has to shoot someone and not kill them. Oh, wait. Alright, bow and arrow it is, and she'll improvise otherwise.

    To Chat Noir, she whispers back briefly: "It's fine. You don't ever really get used to the monsters on my world, but you got pretty unlucky running into that particular one. They're not usually that bad. Your friend saved a lot of lives we couldn't have normally."

    Following after Chat Noir, she remains mostly quiet (though pats Jack on the head at least once, Himei having taught her Jack requires appreciative headpats once in a while), though suddenly wonders as she does so if bringing an Assassin-class Servant to a nonlethal operation was the best idea.

    Well, she's sure Jack will figure something out.

    The surge of negativity doesn't go unnoticed-- it feels familiar. Like a Witch, except not. Different but not. Then there's a boat, and... is that a romantic cruise? Did the supervillain make a tiny Paris replica on a boat to take someone on a romantic cruise?

    Homura turns to look at Chat Noir. "That-- is our target, yes? How do you usually proceed? Attack head on? With a team this large, I'd suggest half of us make a distraction while the other half goes around and..." Erm, well, there's water. Hopefully people can fly, leap to the boat, run on water, or find another boat? She looks at Theo, as the other person here who can really mess with causality. "Ideas?"
Kyra Hyral "Oh, hello Chat." Kyra greets, friendly enough, though she can't help but find herself missing her Miquo'te friend. Another time, maybe... "So what's the DL?"

    Kyra listens, nodding along, finding pretty much the same story she saw on the Syndicate board. There is a whole 'no killing' undertone here she picks up on, which is actually rather refreshing for Kyra, given the recent...choices she's had to made when dealing with certain individuals.

    "Hi! I'm Kyra Hyral and I'm your healer for today! If you get hurt, just scream!" She grins a little, glancing to Dominic.
Theo Morrison Theo kind of sidles into the back of the group for the briefing. He pushes his hair out of his eyes again, a bit irritated by it. Maybe he should go see a barber. Maybe he should go throw himself into the river, and /then/ go see a barber.

The hubristic card wizard (he's gonna own it) frowns a little at the briefing. "He's got the power to alter reality," Theo says, a bit disbelieving, "and you want us to go easy on him?" A half-beat. He narrows his eyes. "And did you just say 'nya-t'?"

(Way to focus on the important stuff, Theo.)

"Okay. Right. I'll just..." /Not/ flood the city with an army of unkillable machine men. Or a kraken and increasing numbers of enormous flying carnivorous amoebas. Or an exponentially-growing amount of giant angry goats. Or a literal god that takes up the skyline and smashes everything in its reach, which is a whole lot of things. "...get a more subtle power-set," Theo finishes in a mutter.

Theo follows along. He makes a motion at Kickotron. "Gimme a deck." Kickotron shoulders the book, fishing one out and dropping it into Theo's hands. Without looking, Theo opens the case and dumps it into his hand, drop-shuffling and drawing a hand. He feels a little weird. He's not sure why. Theo looks down --

-- and then back at the little robot bird with him. "These are Duel Monsters cards," Theo says accusingly. He stuffs them back into the case marked 'RESEARCH' and holds it out. "C'mon, give me a /real/ deck!"

Kickotron puts the deck box back, and fishes around. It looks up at Theo again, silent and unblinking.

"What do you mean that /is/ a real -- oh my god just give me the backpack." Theo starts forward, taking a knee, muttering obscenities under his breath. He stops to spare a glance at Homura, shrugging a shoulder. "I was gonna go with goats, but something something property damage... guess I could drop the girl in the river to get her clear?"
Jack     'For meow'. 'Purrleasure'.
    Jack stares at Chat Noir. It is a long, silent, wide-eyed stare.
    And then he hands her the jar.
    Jack has acquired the jar.
    Jack has acquired headpats.
    She could go hime right now and be perfectly content with her day.
    Thusly armed to the teeth, the Servant slips completely out of Homura's shadow. She DOES remember her manners at least with a little bow. No introductions though. And no, she's not tall in the least.
    "We'll scout from the rooftops. Also you will let us pet you later." She announces- the latter part being addressed to Chat Noir. It doesn't even matter if the 'ears' are part of his costume or real or whatnot. Those are the Servant's terms, because she's already scaling the nearest building super fast- and while invisible- to get a good vantage point while following the group along towards the real life photoshop works.
    When all is said and done, she's crouching on the edge of a roof overlooking the water and boat.
    Her eyes narrow. She's judging that jump.
Chat Noir "Well as I was saying," Chat Noir breaks into a run as they hit the banks of the river, "like any good cat burglar I'm going to swoop in and make off with the goods -- that girl -- and stash her someplace safe before doubling back. I need you to pin the Illustrator down and break his stylus, but he's probably going to chase me furever. Now I'm pawsitively clawsome but thinking through real plans is more Ladybug's department than mine so all I can say is wing it!"

This is an answer to several people's questions. Chat Noir is not the person you should go to for your plan, so it may in fact be a good idea to follow Homura's instructions instead. A glance is cast towards Lyria, to whom he says, "If you've got water powers, this is the purrrfect time to use them! I wish we had a team this big /normally/, it would make these incidents much easier!"

Homura asks about their target, and Chat gives her a swift nod. He slows momentarily and HURLS his baton seemingly towards nothing on the other side of the river. As the baton dips between the edges of the river it expands, bracing itself between the two banks right in front of the great boat.

It is both an obstruction and a pretty easy way to board the boat, if you're so inclined.

"Might be screaming anyway! Hope it's not because I need healing. Good to have either way." He calls back to Kyra, turning a catty grin upon Theo's incredulity as he begins to advance across his balance beam bridge, "No apawlogies for apurropriate catitude in survival situations."

Chat Noir does not object to Jack's demand, but his attitude in fact /does/ falter a little for Reasons. Well, it's just a strange little girl who's taking cues off of his puns and costumes, it can't hurt, and it's a really small price to pay for all this help.
Ladybug "Oh, Marinette, you look so bored! Do you like Ladybug? I think I cut a more dashing hero than her, but--" The Illustrator begins, and Marinette looks like she just started chugging sour milk for a moment before a broad, fake-as-shit grin spreads across her face. Illustrator continues. "--I was always more interested in the designs of the /villains/. I wrote a story, but now, I can bring them to life!"

He begins drawing, a furious scribble of magic-enhanced art, as two characters, one feminine and short, and one tall and... awkward. They resolve into two figures. Two /supervillains/. Climatika and Moinseur Pidgeon, appearing at the fore of the boat, which then start to... fence? With an umbrella and, of all things, a sword made out of pidgeons. It's really weird.

"See? Even supervillains dance at my command! I, the Illustrator, will draw a perfect world for you and I, Marinette!"

Then Climatika spots Chat on the pier. "It's him!" She shouts, stomping a foot and levelling her umbrella. "Tornado!"

Pidgeon starts blowing on his birdcall, as pidgeons begin to flood the area, divebombing civilians and Chat alike like the worst case of Swooping Season.

The Illustrator turns, a strange symbol glowing on his face, like butterfly wings.

"YOU WON'T TAKE HER FROM ME, CHAT NOIR! NOW GIVE ME... YOUR MIRACULOUS!"

He then draws a rather thick-looking Glass Protection Hamster Ball around her. She starts banging on the glass and pleading to be let out, but things are Bad for everyone.

There's now not one supervillain, but three!
Homura Akemi     Chat Noir handily answers questions, and provides a way for people to walk or run onto the boat if they can't fly or leap. He might not be great at plans but he's evidently great at improvising with what he sees and hears.

    Homura reiterates, briefly: "Theo and I are going to make a lot of noise and distract him, then. Dominic, Kyra, Chat Noir, Jack, you'll be securing the girl and catching this 'Akuma' by surprise. Lyria, right? If I remember, you use drones? You might be more helpful helping us distract him with numbers, but I'll let you decide where you're best suited."

    That's quite enough field commanding, though.

    Homura lifts her left hand, the ring on her middle finger turning into a purple gem in a gold faberge egg (which Chat Noir would recognize, it's the same end product Ladybug ended up with when she purified the Witch's core; just that Homura's is purple and has a different symbol at the end). Her form is wrapped in purple and pink flames, as her clothes are replaced by her magical girl outfit, that purple, black and white, school uniform-esque design. That gem in her hand is gone too, replaced by a diamond-shaped gem on top of her hand instead. A very long black bow without a bowstring appears as well, and her black hair parts as large, glowing purple and pink angelic wings floof out of her back dramatically.

    She leaps off the river bank, flying straight for the boat! ... just as it starts raining pidgeons and the wind gets nasty. Her straight flight gets a bit wobbly, and so Homura does not immediately threaten the Illustrator!

    A few ripples of time magic, though, and there's a whole bunch of pink and purple magical girl laser arrows trying to intercept pidgeons, and putting a bit of pressure on Monsieur Pigeon if she can help it.
Dominic Masoch     Dominic how best he can help Chat Noir in regards to the situation and nods as the costume-clad hero gives him some general objectives. Homura gives out a much more useful sounding plan and Dominic elects to follow it.

    The escalation of action means he doesn't have too much time to respond to Lyria, but he does take a few moments, "Yes, it has been some time. Work keeps me very busy these days."

    And then he takes off at a run. Two fingers go to the radio earpiece and he makes a request of Kyra on a separate channel as he dashes. His trust in her is fairly implicit, so he has no reason to hesitate as he runs straight off the edge of the shore and onto the water.

    If Kyra comes through for him, like he expects, he'll have a float spell on him that lets him hover-run a few feet above the water and dash. There's a flash of metal as his rapier is drawn.

    "Manastrike!"

    He swings the blade not towards The Illustrator, but the magical glass dome encasing Marinette. He's hoping that its nature is magical enough to allow his anti-magic attack to sunder it and free the prisoner inside.
Kyra Hyral "It's okay, I'm well acquainted with screams of pain! I will know if it is a pain-scream and thus a person in need of healing. Now mortal terror screams, those certainly sound different! So don't worry, I have all of you covered." She continues grinning, grinning through all of those unrelenting cat puns. She'd ask about those but she already knows the answer-yeah, he probably talks like that ALL THE TIME, sweet Cosma.

    The plan is set as: help Chat while he rescues the girl, which Kyra can happily contribute to. She starts, of course, by fulfilling a request to her from Dominic in that he would like a particular buff. Kyra murmurs, tracing shapes in the air before her before an orange glow surrounds Dominic's feet. "Float!" she finishes, loud enough for everyone to hear as the magic takes effect, levitating Dominic about a foot off the ground. He can still walk as normal and as he does, he moves as if he was walking on the normal ground.

    Meanwhile, Kyra draws her gun-one of her guns. This is a non-Galiandan gun made for her by the director of Heaven or Hell himself, meaning it runs on 'regular' physics with bullets and recoil. This isn't a tranquilizer gun or her needlegun. This is potentially a very lethal weapon. Fortunately, Kyra's a pretty good shot, and pretty patient too. She tries to aim her bullet for the Illustrator's tablet as she takes cover from the swarming pidgeons.
Lyria Mason Lyria Mason pauses at some of the things Theo talks about which gets a bit of a wtf mate look on Lyria's face. She knew he could summon some strange things but she had no idea he could summon hings like that. She just /stares/ at Theo hoping he'll pick a good deck for this situation. She watches Jack head off to scout and that was a pretty good call now they have someone watching their backs for more trouble. She's got to focus but damn she wondered what was lurking in Theo's collection of deck boxes, but that will have to wait.

It's also good to hear even a bit from Dominic it seems work has been good for him, yet it's also been very busy. Hopefully when this is over? There can be a bit more talking.

She will not discount the advice of a very experienced elite such as Homura. She makes up her mind where to go after listening to Homura's plan. I'll join the distraction. Geomancey can be pretty flashy, Homura. Aye I'll call them in Homura."

she pauses pulling something from /some here/ dropping four small spider like drones which chitter heading for the water, which she's got plan for them. The small machines will start to freeze part of the river about them, not much but enough Lyria can make use of it as a platform. She's going to help with the distraction. She seems to be trusting the chat team while she makes for the water trying to avoid stray pigeons and crazy high force winds. Also the guy is an artist eh? She's not much of one but soon she's raising portions of the river forming massive ice sculpture of a ship? It's quick it's dirty and likely would annoy the hell out of any Art Student or teacher. Maybe she's trying to mock him or steal his thunder? Well that's Lyria's intent, and now the birds come and she stars directing spheres of water at them to hopefully drive them off, rather than something more lethal like say ice shards as they are innocent animals pulled into this insanity right? However she may be vulnerable to the weather lady of doom's attack given she can't focus /everywhere/.
Chat Noir As Chat Noir gets halfway to the middle of the river, the Illustrator starts doing something he didn't know was possible. His ears flatten on top of his head, and his expression turns simultaneously grim and incredulous. WHY?! Ohhh, and now Ice Queen has noticed him that's just fantastic. Ordinarily everything that /could/ go wrong about this for him would go wrong, but he jumps forward and off the baton towards the river to use the boat itself as cover from Climatika's tornado.

He snags the baton above by his fingertips and SWINGS forward to come back up over the top of the boat's railing and land on the deck in a sprawling, low-to-the ground stance that leaves him on all fours. Worse yet, he can't stop moving with the pigeons pelting him from above and he doesn't have his baton at hand to use as a weapon or shield!

Ok, think, what would Ladybug do.

SEVERAL MOMENTS AGO she'd probably have hooked Marinette off the boat with her yo-yo, pulled her to safety, and then switched in to do something even more useful than that. This train of thought doesn't actually help Chat Noir very much, so he turns off his brain and just does what comes to mind.

"It's nya-t very nice to lock your date up, Illustrator," Chat Noir calls back to the supervillain, deliberately sing-song as he leaps forward to try to get too close for Climatika or that Pidgeon lunatic from being able to safely target him, "I think you may have just blown it. Plus you invited /another woman/?"

Chat Noir clicks his tongue disapprovingly and adds loudly, "I bet Ice Queen isn't feline too good about being second fiddle here, either!"
Jack     Jack watches.
    Jack waits.
    A plan is hashed out.
    The girl is in Chat Noir's hands. ... Or a hamster ball. The Servant can't do much about that, but while the Akuma is busied with his fanciful artistry of fencing villainous figures and turning them- and their pigeons- upon the others; she does reach into her medical pouch at her hip under her dress.
    For the record, nothing can go wrong with Jack petting Chat Noir's ears later. It's not like she's a legendary serial killer or anything. Aside from the fact that she is.
    She brandishes the net in one hand. The jar is tucked under her arm. She holds something gleaming with menace in her teeth. She leaves the girl's new prison to Dominic. She leaves the tablet to Kyra. She leaps clean off the rooftop.
    The Servant freefalls, arms and legs spread to slow and control her descent for a moment. The fall won't hurt her anyway. It's more to properly aim herself when she does land to swing the net down over the Akuma's head. This is a feint. The real intent is to pluck the syringe from her teeth, and try jab him full of morphine and or maybe opium.
Theo Morrison Homura has a plan. Theo nods. He's still in his backpack, fishing around. He doesn't find anything particularly useful. There's so much accumulated junk, he can't actually find his deck boxes. He hurries up, fishing out balls of aluminum foil and torn booster wrappers -- truly the sign of a desperate player -- to get to the treasure underneath.

He hurries towards the shore. Theo looks around for a good vantage point, finding a slightly raised spot destined to attract tourists for perfect little photos. He heads that way, taking the book from Kickotron on the way, letting the myr break out the little tray table he always has. Theo hurriedly gets ready to do something stupid, because he's really out of smart moves. The shouting kind of gives him an idea, though...

Theo gets up on the little platform with its little viewing stand things, grateful for things people waste piles of quarters on. He drops a couple cards quickly into the table next to him, Kickotron staying low and just below the lip of the very thing Theo has put a foot on. It is very dramatic. He raises a hand, and mutters quickly, "Sol Ring Sol Ring."

A ring of blazing sunfire flares into sight on his raised hand, fingers clenched into a fist. It's super bright and super obvious, a shining beacon in the hands of someone who probably shouldn't have one. This is because he has two, and they're worn right next to one another.

"ILLUSTRATOR!" Theo yells. "Surrender the tools of your trade --" He sweeps his hand down, pointing with the finger the Sol Rings are on. (It doesn't change the show's rating.) "-- or you will sketch /from the bottom of the river/!" Theo throws his head back and laughs, a long and loud, "AH-HA HA HA HA HA HA /HAAAA/," learned from countless encounters with hammy villains and crazy cultists over the last couple years.

"ATTACK, MY CREATION!" Theo immediately half-turns his head and mumbles, "Brass Squire," off to the side, the hand behind him relative to the villains dropping the card. Kickotron maneuvers the table to catch it. A Brass Squire, a heavy birdlike Myr like Kickotron, materializes on the near edge of the boat with a heavy 'clunk.' It looks... owlish.

Summoning sickness. It's a thing.
Ladybug     Shooting pidgeons is a pretty good idea! In fact, several KEY MEMBERS of the avian divebombers are picked off, but there is a PIDGEON BARRIER that erects itself to cover his Drawing Pad, but the surrounds become a slight bit more safe especially for civilains. It's a small blessing that Homura is obeying the rather broad instructions to NOT kill people, though her ability to put down the bad guys may be mildly frustrating. It certainly is easier to blow away pidgeons though.

There is only one problem. This is Paris! City of Lights, Love, Magic, and PIDGEONS. SO many. Giant biplane-formations of pidgeons begin winging in with military precision, breaking into smaller groups to continue the dive bombing, this time targeted at the heroes!

Dominic leap-floats onto the barge, allowing him clean access to the hamster ball, which had started rolling around as Marinette, inside, had tried to stead a spherical object on a moving boat. The anti-magic strike takes effect, at a rather distinctly reduced rate, though that seems to be enough. A spider of cracks forms on the ball! However, each strike also has some physical aspect to it!

Marinette's ball is all broken up! Great! It's also in the drink, and not fully broken. Nnnnnot great. However, she's off the ship! Hooray!

The giant ice sculpture from Lyria has the boat crash into it, pitching forward badly, and forcing Climatika (who seems to fly naturally) to grab Illustrator as Pidgeon floats on a cloud of...

Dude's standing on pidgeons. They then form a PIDGEON THRONE, as Jack leaps down... to stand on pidgeons. It feels weird and they start to notice immediately. The net causes him to flail around and make the sounds a truly broken man obsessed with pidgeons makes while trying to imitate pigeons, allowing the syringe to come down... Into a rather regal looking pidgeon.

"EDUARDO! HOW DARE YOU, LITTLE GIRL!" He cries, before Pidgeon-doken'ing Jack off his THRONE OF BIRB. Somehow pidgeons hit like a truck, who knew???

Chat Noir draws the attention of Climatika, holding Illustrator in one hand, before glancing dreamily at her charge. "How could I ever be jealous? Illustrator is so handsome and protagonistic, I could never think poorly of him or lastingly hate him, ever! In fact, I'm happy for him - finding true love, and so nobly ignoring the awful things Chloe Bourgeoise did!"

Climatika seems to have been rewritten to Trashy Shonen Female Side Character. This is awful for everyone. "It seems as if there is a cold front coming in! In the middle of summer? How terrible! You should all bundle up - oh wait! Too late!"

She raises her umbrella and there is a dark flash, and then an icy blue pulse. Cold hits everyone, biting, bone-chilling cold. Flecks of snow begin to fall from the sky, as the balmy summer day turns into awful cold snap. The water, with Marinette's sinking ball, begins to ice over! EVERYTHING IS GOING WRONGGGGG!

Theo summons a giant Brass Squire!!!

Immediately, Illustrator looks confused. He's the Villian here! No, the protagonist! THE HEROLLIAN!

He is literally so gobsmacked he just passes turn back. No new Art happens.
Dominic Masoch     That didn't work out nearly as well as Dominic had hoped it would, instead winding up with the ball rolling off into the water and floating there. It's not AS worrying, though if the cracks let in water, it's far more worrying than before. And the temperature drops are also worrying, meaning that the girl in the spherical prison are at risk of hypothermia.

    So Dominic breaks off from actually engaging an enemy to deal with the sphere as a dedicated thing. There's enough combat presence here that can take out the enemies. The hostile environment and trio of supervillains is worrying, but Dominic can't allow the girl to be at risk! It's the dashing desire to be a knight.

    So, using float to keep himself above the water and the sphere, he tries to smash the spiderweb cracks with the hilt of his sword, holding out his other hand, "Grab my hand when it breaks! We'll get you to shore!"
Homura Akemi     So many birds. Hypothetically she could exhaust herself and produce an arrow per bird, but that'd be really unpleasant and (from her perspective anyway) pointlessly long. Kyra has a much better idea, really.

    But first things first, Homura is neck-deep in pidgeons right now. The swarm cuts in from every direction-- beaks tear at her uniform, the little divebombers streaking by and around her faster than she can react. Even when she finally produces a generic shield of magic, it's directional, and she eats a pidgeon square in the back. Unpleasant.

    At least she's flying, so she can't topple over.

    With a frustrated huff, her bow disappears, replaced by a very, very large flamethrower. Is that the Nazi swastika on the side of the fuel tank on her back? Sure is. Don't ask.

    What follows is very much not compliant with magical girl code. Gushes of fuel and flames shoot out of the flammenwerfer, beginning operation FUCK YOUR BIRDS, DAMNIT. You can thank Kyra for the idea. Ladybug can reverse the damage anyway... right? They're just birds either way, nobody will miss them. Monsieur Pigeon might, but Homura could care less.
Chat Noir Chat Noir's mouth falls partway open as Climatika explains how little she actually cares. This may be the creepiest thing he's dealt with to date and it includes the crap they went through a few nights ago. The horror of it is merely coming from an entirely different direction. Fortunately, the fight raging around him seems to have taken much of the attention off of him. This means he has the opportunity to dart back the way he came and bail off the ship.

He seizes his baton again, drawing it back in to normal length and splitting it in half in one smooth motion. /His/ objective is over there with Dominic and Marinette, and unlike Dominic he doesn't actually have the ability to stay out of the rapidly freezing water if he actually wants to help.

"Hold that thought." He asides to the fencer before disappearing into the water with a splash, and light crack of freshly-forming ice. One of the two batons extends upwards beneath the giant, cracking hamster ball. The other rises up alongside that one just off to the side, a clawed hand emerging from the water to reach out and steady the increasingly damaged (possibly breaking) ball if need be.

Of course, now Chat Noir is /incredibly cold/ and looks miserable as you might expect of a wet cat who just dived into freezing water. He clings to the staff he used to elevate himself out of the water with what can only be described as a deathgrip. He'd thought to use his Cataclysm to break Marinette out of that ball earlier, but for once he was quite sure that it was time to keep that in reserve.

Possibly incorrectly.

"T-t-there." He chatters towards Dominic and Marinette. Unfortunately, in this position and while helping keep the COMPLETELY ORDINARY GIRL from either drowning or ending up with hypothermia, Chat Noir really can't do anything if any of the supervillains come after him.

Plus he's definitely the one dealing with impending hypothermia. Whoops. Hopefully the superpowers slow that down a little.
Jack     That wasn't quite as planned. Jack nets herself a problem. A filthy, germ-laden, cooing problem. There is a brief moment of a confused look spreading across the Servant's face when a pidgeon takes the entire syringe of narcotics, as well.
    "...Uh."
    Nope.
    She's summarily slammed by a tidal rush of pigeons to the chest, sending her ragdolling off the throne for a moment, before landing in a crouch, clutching her chest. Apparently pigeons hit like a truck. Apparently she has to spend prana to repair a broken rib or two, before realizing the steep decline in remperature.
    "Mn..."
    From somewhere, she produces an old fashioned oil lantern. Flicking the glass pane open, she touches the wick within. Instead of fire though, the lanter starts to emit a mist. It is a choking, toxic, noxious and poisonous mist.
    She has full control over it though, and it avoids just about everyone except the birds and drawn-summoned villains.
    They don't count as people, trying to poison them should totally not break her promise.
Kyra Hyral A pidgeon explodes in a flurry of feathers as it sacrifices itself valliantly to protect the Illustrator's precious tablet. The bird will be remembered by all birds as an unparalleled hero and martyr. Kyra, on the other hand, reloads.

    "/Really/ wish I had a flamethrower." Holy could have worked were it better suited to area attacks, Kyra mentally laments. "Maybe Homura will let me borrow hers if I ask nicely enough."

    But in the meantime, she gets own on her belly and crawls to better cover, occasionally taking shots at birds that get in her way. She seeks a better vantage point for a shot at the Illustrator's tablet, moving father away. She returns her handgun to its holster and instead produces, from the matter manipulator on her hand, a Galiandan hunting rifle. This type /is/ one of the dart guns that Kyra uses.

    Squirming around, she sets herself up a little farther away for what is /hopefully/ a better shot. She does, however, have to load a napalm-type dart, which will produce an explosion and possibly damage the Illustrator if it hits. Kyra doesn't often end up /killing/ someone with this ordinance though. In fact, she's pretty sure it hasn't before.
Lyria Mason Everyone seems to be working very well to bring this hopefully to a bloodless finish. Lyria is being careful with her powers, there is no use of fire, high explosives or magical firearms as she moves away from the ice sculpture he's able to make out that The Illustrator is being moved by the weather witch and everyone else is doing quite a good job. However things are still getting crazy she'll turn her attention to the Pigeons as she launches more and more bursts of water trying tro mess up their flying and lend support ot her allies who are fighting them.
Theo Morrison "A HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAA," cackles Theo, who has decided this is his day to conquer the world.

Then, pidgeon dive bombing. Theo, in a panic, swings his book up to cover his face. It... mostly works, in that the birds hit it instead of him in the important spots. Theo gets battered by bird dive-bombing, swept off his feet. He ends up putting both hands onto the paving stones he lands on, catching himself while they go back into the sky. He thinks he might've bruised a rib or something, considering exactly how hard the swarm hit him. Theo raises his hand... and finds half a book.

Hastily, Theo puts the /other/ half to the first. There is a hole in it. It is exactly pidgeon shaped. Horrified, he turns and looks up, and sees the blizzard-like conditions sweeping away innumerable scraps of paper, some colored, some not. "Oh no," Theo gasps. "Oh no! No, no, no --" He makes useless grasping gestures at the papers, and then ends up on his knees, fists thrust to the sky.

      "PIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDGEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNN!!!"      

Theo lets his head hang down. He's quiet for a second. Kickotron pads over. Theo's cards are protected, thanks to a particular little badge he's got. Theo mumbles brokenly, "Tap for five, Batterskull, good night."

There's a flicker in the cold, smoggy air. A big, spiky, bony-looking object the size of a minivan materializes, apparently topped with some kind of enormous creature's horned skull. It looks like a self-driving battering ram. A self-driving battering ram that gravity takes hold of directly above the THRONE OF BIRB.

The Brass Squire, ever helpful, hops over to the Illustrator and kicks him in the shin. Doink!

Theo spends the rest of his turn allowing Existential Sorrow to resolve.
Ladybug     It turns out that FLYING RATS are quadruple typeweak to NAZI FLAMETHROWERS. Why does Kyra suggest one? WHY DOES HOMURA HAVE ONE? Are birds weak to both Nazis and Flamethrowers? Is Nazi Flamethrower strong against Asshole Birb? Is both Asshole and Birb types?

Does this put Existential Sorrow on the stack before or after? Is it a nonstack action? Who has priority?

These are the great mysteries of our time. The flamethrower belches gouts of gas flame into the birds, causing them to crisp and burn merrily and cartoonishly. Pidgeon howls loudly, before howling EVEN LOUDLY-ER as Kickotron gives him the shin kick of the century. He leaps off the THRONE as it gets burn to a crisp, only to take a deep breath of air.

Air that has been filled with a TOXIC SMOKE. With a rather sick look on his face, he makes a pathetic birdcall before falling flat on his face, disappearing with an odd 'paff' of pixellated photoshop jpegs. Climatika and Illustrator ward off some attacks, and the fire stream from Homura, with a ray of frost, as Illustrator works to erase the toxic cloud. This doesn't stop Lyria's frost rays, though and without PIDGEONS to shoot at, she instead sends them through Climatika's umbrella, sending her powers on the fritz.

"No, no! THIS IS ALL WRONG! I'M THE HERO! I'M GOING TO LIVE WITH MARINETTE IN A PERFECT DREAMWORLD, FOREVER! I'm the HERO!!!" Illustrator cries, as he sweeps the eraser across the world, huge swaths of toxic cloud - and fire - and EVERYTHING ELSE - being DELETED FROM REALITY.

Then Kyra blows up his tablet, charring his arm some and causing him to scream in pain.

All of the toxic cloud gets grid-deleted... Sort of. The Toxic Dust is in the air, but not the water or mist vector. It's just a Dust Cloud now.

Oh hey look, fire.

PSHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM goes the fireball in the city of lights, expelling a toasty Climatika into the drink, where she dissappears. Meanwhile, OUT of the drink, Chat Noir frees Marinette, who grabs on to Dominic's hand as the trio make for one of the landings and stairways out of the water. She looks absolutely horrified at Chat, and is taking the icy water awfully herself. "W-we n-n-need to get w-w-w-warm..." She chatters, blue in the lips. "T-thank you..."

MEANWHILE

Illustrator lays on the seared deck of his ship, tablet broken, tiny eiffel tower light shattered, groaning. All it would take is someone to snap his pen, and the akuma butterfly would flutter free! OH HEY LOOK IT'S BATTERSKULL. A tiny germ riding one of the highest value equipments in the game. It sort of rolls the fuck over the kid, smashing pen and filling the hole in Theo's empty heart with 4 life from Lifelink. It then pins him there. Because it also has Vigilance. Batterskull is OP.

Jack is equipped with SPESHUL JAR for this task, CATCH BOOTERFLY.
Dominic Masoch     "ARE YOU INSANE?" Dominic says to Chat Noir in absolute disbelief, not caring to admit that were the situation different, he would have done exactly what Chat Noir did as well and dove into the frigid water. As it stands, he's floating a foot above the water.

    Now Dominic is a pretty fit dude, but not enough that he could carry both of them. So he elects to help in dragging both Marinette and Chat Noir towards the shore (if he can get a grip on the costume-clad catboy hero) and keep their heads above water so they don't sink. It's straining on him, and the float spell's attempt to keep three people aloft with the magic of one spell sees him sink waist-deep into the frigid water.

    When they can make it to the landings and stairways out of the water, he tries to help drag the two of them up onto something at least partway solid before heeding Marinette's advice, "Kyra! KYRA!" He shouts urgently, heavy worry starting to set in as he looks around and tries to locate the White Mage.

    "We need some urgent medical attention!"

    It's not good to let hypothermia set in, so Dominic calls over the most qualified medical professional he knows.
Homura Akemi     An ice ray does short work of Homura's flammenwerfer. It's a shoddy piece of technology from World War II, not a modern marvel of flamethrowing. It also really isn't fuel efficient! Setting a lot of pidgeons on fire pretty much emptied the tank already.

    Luckily, she's spared from further life-threatening injuries when the threats are eliminated, getting away with frostburns on her arms. It could have been a lot worse, as illustrated by the others.

    She heads down, to land by Dominic. The flamethrower disappears, replaced by a pile of blankets that Homura tosses at Dominic. It's better than nothing! "Keep them warm until Kyra can handle it."

    Presumably Jack handles the whole BUTTERFLY thing in the background?

    "Talk about an annoying combination of powers. Good thing we brought a healer this time." Her arms hurt but she's not about to take away from the people who are suffering from hypothermia.
Jack     Jack still has the net somehow, and will hunt that butterfly to the ends of the earth if need be.
    It is assumed that Servants are faster than even (presumably evil magical) butterflies, and thus she puts net and jar to action with due haste and dilligence.
Theo Morrison Theo's unending sorrow is slightly lessened by the four extra life from his OP Batterskull. He sighs deeply, drawing his coat around him more tightly and starting off towards the rest of his fellow mercenary heroes. Kickotron follows a little belatedly, bringing the play space with him.

Theo still has his birbed book in both hands. Sob sob.
Lyria Mason Flying rates meet a flamethrower? Okay that's a grim en and wait how did Homura get one of those? No she has no idea about Homura's weapon collecting habits at all though it does give her some ideas for later weapons. However now isn't the time for that. She has done enough to help with the birds and otherwise keep them off her allies and it looks like people will bea bel to deal with the Illustrator without putting the poor guy six feet under which is quite good. She sitsback a bit shaking her head a bit and she's not feeling so well she envies the shivans a bit right now.

"That was a heck of a ride...."
Chat Noir Chat Noir, who is wedged between the two extended staves -- but not in danger of falling back into the water, or in need of being dragged out -- grins up towards Dominic. Fighting through chattering teeth, he replies with as much dignity as he can, "Well I /am/ a pawsitively gorgeous young man wearing skin-tight leather that goes out and brawls with supervillains on emotional benders who can draw things in and out of existence. I suppawse any therapist would say that I have issues."

"Sorry about the extra supervillains though. He's never drawn an actual person into existence until now." In Chat's defense, he's only existed over the course of today.

At least they were two-dimensional as it gets, he reflects. Once Marinette is clear, Chat triggers the staff he's clinging to to extend sufficiently that he can just hop right onto the bank, tilting it up and out of the water as he does so. The second is simply snapped right back onto the end of the first. He does /not/ replace it at the small of his back.

He's cold enough without compounding it with wet, cool metal against the back of this suit.

Though he may well need it -- Chat is cold, but the suit insulates him enough from some of the less pleasant sensations that Akuma can inflict on him, so he doesn't actually know if he's suffering from hypothermia -- he doesn't wait around for medical attention. He observes, not that far away, that Jack is collecting the black-and-purple butterfly that had emerged from the stylus.

"Little Miss! I need to deliver that to my partner, please." He calls, moving over to collect the SEALED EVIL IN A JAM JAR. If prompted, Chat Noir will in fact kneel down to allow Jack to pet him. He's uncomfortable enough from the cold that his discomfort from doing so -- entirely separate from Jack herself -- would not be evident.

With a feeble smile and a glance towards Lyria he replies, "More wild than /I'm/ used to from these troublemakers. The first time we messed this up really good though." He lifts the jarred evil, "If you let them go, they multiply and will turn everyone they come in contact with into copies of the original supervillain. If the supervillain is ever restored to their supervillain form, they gain an army of clones."

Handling these guys with gloves on seems even /more/ dangerous in light of that, really.
Ladybug Marinette, rescued from the water, stumbles onto the bank. Ostensibly, from there, they are heated up with the help of Kyra, who probably has some Instant Heat concoction to chemically alter them to a state of not-dying.
With about a half-hour of helping, cleanup, and other posing-for-the-cameras and good-deed doing after Chat Noir and Marinette disappear with the alleycat taking Marinette home for blankets and such, a column of light appears from deeper in the city, heralding a giant cloud of magic ladybugs to come sworling around the frozen river, the heroes that came to save them, the boat, and even the surroundings.

The ladybugs even swirl around Theo's giant tome that got BIRB'ed! Everything Works Out in the end, and there is even free coffee or sandwiches in various stores for the heroes if they sightsee a little bit before they're done.

Waiting at the gate is a note with a ladybug sticker attached to the Arc, which thanks everyone for coming and handling the threat, with some Obviously Throwaway email accounts for contacting Ladybug and Chat Noir if they need help in the future.

AND THUS, THE DAY IS SAVED, THANKS TO... Well dang, Dominic and Theo mean it can't be the powerpuff girls. Lame.