Misty water coloured memories

[purrns]

Characters: Adrien/Chat and YOU - Open to anyone, if we plotted or not!
Date: February 8-12
Location: Various
Situation: Memory share event
Warnings/Rating: Parental neglect, that's about it!



A: Every super hero has an origin story (Adrien or Chat, let me know which flavour you want!)

[Who knows how you ended up coming into contact with Adrien. Maybe he bumped you while serving you some food in the Midnight Hotel, or while he was working in the Healer's Guild. Perhaps he was just a friendly shoulder bump while talking to him. Or maybe you didn't come into contact with Adrien at all, and it's Chat Noir you touched. Either way, a memory is unveiled, if he wants it to or not.

You find yourself in an enormous room. It's filled with many things to occupy a teenage boy, but most of it remains perfect. Untouched. Nothing here is important. Not really. On the floor, rolling along on a recently emptied toilet paper roll is a tiny, cat-like creature. It's also listening to Adrien, who is staring at the silver ring he constantly wears - currently in the palm of his hand.

"But I'm stuck here, I'm not even allowed to go to school," Adrien seems more frustrated than he usually outwardly shows. "What good is a superhero who's imprisoned in his own house?"

"No good! That's why it's all going to change soon. If you're willing to change, that is," the creature watched Adrien slide the ring onto his finger, determined. "Claws out. That's how you transform."

"Got it!" Adrien just barrels right ahead. "Plagg, Claws out!"

Plagg panics, frantically trying to grab hold of the toilet paper roll as he's sucked towards the ring.

"NO, WAIT!!! I HAVEN'T FINISHED EXPLAIIINIIIIIING"

Plagg vanishes into the ring, it turning jet black with a familiar-to-some green pawprint on it. There's some flashy lights and one magical girl boy transformation later, where Adrien stood is Chat Noir, grinning manically at his gloved claw-hands. Wow. Shock. Surprise. No one saw that coming. What a twist. ]

B: 80% of them have parent issues too (Adrien)

[Or maybe you trigger a DIFFERENT memory. Here, Adrien sits at a table, where an older man seems to be arguing with him. A woman with a red streak in her hair stands by, head bowed.

"I already told you that it's out of the question for you to go to school!"

"But Père!" Adrien stands, desperation in his eyes.

"You have everything you need in this house. I forbid you from going outside, it's too dangerous!"

"Why do you always want to shut me off in a cocoon? I'm always alone," desperation has made Adrien bolder, but there's still fear in his eyes- fear to stand up to this man. "Why can't I have friends like everyone else?"

"Because you're not like everyone else," the man snaps back. "You are my son, Adrien. Resume."

The man turns on his heel and walks out. Leaving Adrien where he is, giving no more quarter for an argument. Fun times.

Comments

B!

[shroudofgray]

[It's barely a touch when they pass, but the memory flashes through Yorda's mind as though it were her own. It takes a moment for her to realize what happened and re-orient herself in the real world, but the significance of the memory is not lost on her.]

[She turns to Adrien, horrified by his father's actions.]

He spoke to you as though you did not matter.

[purrns]

[This sucks. He hates having his private thoughts on show- on people seeing the real and honest truth about Gabriel Agreste. A truth not even Adrien has ever really faced up to. It's so much easier to pretend it's all normal, to keep smiling- to not shame the family name. ]

I- I'm sure I do. He just- he was just worried about me.

[shroudofgray]

Worry and control are different things.

[She frowned, eyes flickering to the ground briefly before fixing her unblinking stare back on Adrien.]

You are not a thing to be commanded.

[purrns]

[He lets out a short, humourless laugh at that. All he's been, for his entire life, is a thing to be commanded. Everything from how he dressed, to how he spoke, how he moved- everything was carefully created and then controlled by his father. ]

I've got an image up uphold. The family name.

[Boy howdy does he sound bitter about that. The cracks in his careful facade are starting to show. ]

[shroudofgray]

Why? A name seems like a very difficult thing to hold.

[The fact that less literal things go a bit over her head aside...]

...Is that something you want? Or does he?

[purrns]

[No. He doesn't. At all. But he knows it doesn't matter what he wants when it comes to this. He was born an Agreste and that's the life he has to lead. End of.]

He has an important empire to protect. If I didn't act how he wanted me to, it would make us look bad, and then his business could do poorly.

[shroudofgray]

His business is an empire...?

[She's trying to parse that, give her a minute.]

[Yeah nope she cannot picture one of those shops becoming an empire. She tried.]

Can you escape?

[purrns]

[He exhales softly, shaking his head. ]

Not yet, no. I'm too young, and he's still my father.

[shroudofgray]

Why are you too young? If he is only using you for his own gain, it is not wrong to leave.

[He didn't seem to be much younger than her after all, but then Yorda wasn't exactly worldly and knowledgeable about modern laws concerning runaways.]

You are not a tool.

[purrns]

Oh well, I wouldn't have a legal guardian, and that's...kinda frowned upon. And I really don't think I could live on the streets.

[He knows he can't. He can barely function at school, let alone trying to make himself street smart as well. Nope. He's stuck where he is. ]

...I know. But I- I'm sure it'll get better one day.

[Or. He'll get older and just...go one night. One or the other.]

[shroudofgray]

Legal... guardian?

[Her brow furrowed tightly as she tried to figure this out.]

Does it write laws?

[purrns]

No, no, a legal guardian is an adult who looks after you. Everyone under the age of eighteen.