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wildestlands2022-01-22 01:14 am
meowgical) wrote in wildestlands2022-01-22 01:14 am
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Unfurtunate Timing
[ooc: Not set immediately after they escaped Agrabah, but while helpful chores may still need to be done.]
[A whole debate happens before Adrien ever actually talks to them on the mirrors. Because he's not about to deal with the strangest situation he's ever been in (and that's saying something) without trying to figure out what approach to take.]
[At first he's not sure the situation really is what the whispers said it was - after all, plenty of akumatized villains had the ability to draw people into little pocket dimensions or realms or alter reality around people. It's only after testing his surroundings and poking around a little that he's satisfied with reality actually maybe possibly being real.]
[Then there's the mirror. Adrien listens to it first, hears voices of people organizing camp, talking about helping injured people. He tries to glean enough to at least get a vague sense of what's going on with whoever's nearby and figure out if they're hostile.]
[Then comes the debate: he wants to rush in as Chat Noir - because that's his first instinct when people apparently are hurt and talking about an attack. Plagg, his own personal Greek chorus, disagrees because the situation is so different from home. There is a bunch of furious hissing back and forth, largely because they both have no idea what the hell's going on.]
[Ultimately, Adrien is convinced he can always run off and change later, so when he finally gets on the mirror, Plagg safely tucked away, it's as himself.]
[Because he can help as himself, can't he? Adrien Agreste is not someone that wades into danger when he's always running off to transform so he can come back as Chat Noir. But this is a really odd situation he's having trouble even believing is real.]
[So he tries, even if it feels wrong to have no plan to run off to become Chat Noir as soon as he can get away. Like showing up to a black tie event in a t-shirt because he had the wrong idea about the dress code.]
Uh. Hi? [A little, confused wave of his fingers.] I'm Adrien. Adrien Agreste. I just got here? Wherever here is.
[He's definitely young. Baby-faced. He only turned fourteen a short time ago. He sounds unsure at first, pensive.]
I have no idea where I am, or what's going on, or if any of this is even real, but...
[His voice takes on far more resolve, the way it does when he's helping usher classmates and other civilians away from akuma villain attacks, barring doors and windows and giving them directions when they're too scared to move otherwise, before running off to transform and help Ladybug fight after they're safe.]
What can I do to help? I heard people talking on the mirror about an attack, saying that some people were hurt. I don't know how to do any first aid, but I can run errands. Get water, help find things that can be used for bandages, things like that. I just need someone to tell me what needs to be done.
[A whole debate happens before Adrien ever actually talks to them on the mirrors. Because he's not about to deal with the strangest situation he's ever been in (and that's saying something) without trying to figure out what approach to take.]
[At first he's not sure the situation really is what the whispers said it was - after all, plenty of akumatized villains had the ability to draw people into little pocket dimensions or realms or alter reality around people. It's only after testing his surroundings and poking around a little that he's satisfied with reality actually maybe possibly being real.]
[Then there's the mirror. Adrien listens to it first, hears voices of people organizing camp, talking about helping injured people. He tries to glean enough to at least get a vague sense of what's going on with whoever's nearby and figure out if they're hostile.]
[Then comes the debate: he wants to rush in as Chat Noir - because that's his first instinct when people apparently are hurt and talking about an attack. Plagg, his own personal Greek chorus, disagrees because the situation is so different from home. There is a bunch of furious hissing back and forth, largely because they both have no idea what the hell's going on.]
[Ultimately, Adrien is convinced he can always run off and change later, so when he finally gets on the mirror, Plagg safely tucked away, it's as himself.]
[Because he can help as himself, can't he? Adrien Agreste is not someone that wades into danger when he's always running off to transform so he can come back as Chat Noir. But this is a really odd situation he's having trouble even believing is real.]
[So he tries, even if it feels wrong to have no plan to run off to become Chat Noir as soon as he can get away. Like showing up to a black tie event in a t-shirt because he had the wrong idea about the dress code.]
Uh. Hi? [A little, confused wave of his fingers.] I'm Adrien. Adrien Agreste. I just got here? Wherever here is.
[He's definitely young. Baby-faced. He only turned fourteen a short time ago. He sounds unsure at first, pensive.]
I have no idea where I am, or what's going on, or if any of this is even real, but...
[His voice takes on far more resolve, the way it does when he's helping usher classmates and other civilians away from akuma villain attacks, barring doors and windows and giving them directions when they're too scared to move otherwise, before running off to transform and help Ladybug fight after they're safe.]
What can I do to help? I heard people talking on the mirror about an attack, saying that some people were hurt. I don't know how to do any first aid, but I can run errands. Get water, help find things that can be used for bandages, things like that. I just need someone to tell me what needs to be done.
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But New York is a great city too! My class went there on a trip for French-American friendship week. We got to see the Statue of Liberty and meet a bunch of kids our age from...I think it was Queens?
They threw a party on the roof of their school and helped my class sneak up.
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[That and, well. Miles is used to it. Having a cop for a dad and all.]
That does sound fun. Pretty big trip. Paris to New York. Doubt my school would figure that.
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[He switches over to speaking English, since this whole "we magically got a communal language put into our brains" doesn't change any other languages they speak.]
All my classmates had English classes from an early age. I would have had them too but I had private tutors for most of my life. Until this year, at least.
[He definitely has a very strong French accent when speaking in English but his pronunciation is better than some can manage.]
[It's meant to be friendly, a "see I am taking interest in your language."]
[He goes back to the Sylvaen.]
I wish I could've spent more time in New York. A week wasn't nearly enough time to see everything.
[The roofs of all those buildings had been a lot of fun to parkour and pogo over, and he wished he'd had more time to enjoy the view. The skyline was different, very glitzy.]
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[He can't say otherwise on that, given he hasn't necessarily traveled that much in comparison. Outside of venturing all about New York anyway. Miles gives a shrug but does raise an eyebrow at the tutors.]
Tutors? You must be decently well off to afford that sort of thing then. I only got into my school with a scholarship. But you're right. A week is not long enough to see everything in a huge capital city. Not really.
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[He's suddenly acutely aware of the fact that may have come off braggy. It wasn't meant to be.]
[Good job, Adrien. You're making a great first impression.]
[Is it an unnecessarily harsh feeling to direct at himself? Of course.]
It feels so far away. Home, I mean.
I was about to ask you what places you recommended I visit if I ever went back and then I thought too hard about it and remembered everything's supposedly in different dimensions.
Does anyone have any idea at all about what's going on? Any idea?
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[He guesses he knows how the others probably felt. Being stuck in his dimension. At least then they had some way they knew they could use to get back though, with the collider. He isn't sure this will be as simple. As if what went down back home was simple at all, but still.]
I mean, there's probably some kind of equivalent in your dimension? World? Whatever we want to call it, I dunno. But honestly, most everyone else has been around here longer than I have that they can probably explain it better than I could. I just...figure while I am here, to do what I can do help while figuring a way home, more or less.