574/Plagg The Plunderer

Plagg The Plunderer
Date of Scene:	09 October 2023
Location:	Dorms #3
Synopsis:	Chrono meets Plagg. Chrono freaks the heck out and Adrien has a lot of explaining to do.
Cast of Characters:	Adrien Agreste, Chrono Harlaown

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Adrien Agreste has posed:
It's night time. For once things were quiet this evening, or at least quiet enough that the dorms were almost tranquil. Maybe it was the onset of Autumn and chillier temperatures that led it to be so. Whatever the reason, the window was closed, the door as well, and the lights were mostly off in the room. A small bit of light comes in through the windows where the curtains don't completely close, and a small shaft of light peeks out from beneath the bathroom door where the sound of a shower running could be heard. Otherwise the room was dark. Dark, and silent.

Mostly silent.

In the darkness comes an eerie sound that would potentially alert the attention of the TSAB officer in his bed. A slurping, chomping, chewin sound. Narm. Narm. MmmmmMONorarem.

It's quiet, almost growly, and hushed whispers that weren't quite words seem to come along with it. If he were to roll over he would find a new light... from the cracked open mini fridge where a dark shadow resides. The sound of the noise not quite quiet enough to be muffled by the sound of the shower in the other room. The worst part? As it continues, there comes with it a smell. A musty, pungent ordor... Like some kind of ogre.

Chrono Harlaown has posed:
Chrono Harlaown blinked a few times and then, slowly, sat up. Wow. Just... wow. That was LOUD. His eyes narrowed on the fridge. He gave a small sigh before calling out. "Ahem! Adrien's gnome!" he called out. "Please, keep it down. And... ugh. Okay. No. If you're going to eat that, take it outside," he snapped before getting to his feet and walking to the window.

And shoving it open, giving a light retching sound. "Dear heavens... did something die in there?" he asked. He was this close to slamming the fridge closed. "I wonder how many fire spells it would take to clear that out..." On the one hand, the room might not survive. On the other hand, he might not survive if he didn't.

Adrien Agreste has posed:
"I'm not a gnome!" Comes the protest from Plagg in a squeak of protest that would maybe be a bit more impressive of he wasn't talking around a full mouth. The sound of a gulp follows, and the voice raises... In height. From the spot near the mini fridge on the floor to something closer to Chrono's height as a dark shadow flits up.

"What!? This is the best smell in the world--Camembert! The stinkier the cheese, the better! It brings out the flaaaaavors," Plagg drawls out quite clearly enjoying and perhaps even taunting the wretching Chrono juust a bit. At least, with one final GULP the smell starts to clear out because the source of it has been devoured.

Just in time for the light of the room to flick on chasing away the darkness.

"Chrono, are you up? I heard you talking with someone," Adrien questions with one hand on the light switch and the other scrubbing a towel over his hair as he steps from the bathroom into the main room again dressed in a bath robe.

The light brings one unfortunate thing into prime view though: Plagg. Darkness floating there mere inches from Chrono's face. A little sprite of darkness, with a tail, bright green slitted eyes, and two very prominant ears. Plagg was about the size of a fist so not very big, but he was VERY close to Chrono right now -- And realized he'd been seen.

"Uhoh."

Chrono Harlaown has posed:
Chrono Harlaown rolled his eyes. "Well, you're certainly not a ghost, so don't expect me to believe that. And mold is hardly a flavor I'd want to bring out to anything."

He shuddered and took a deep breath of fresh air before making his way back to his bed and plopping down. "Ugh. You're kind of a little nasty thing, aren't you?" Chrono asked. Poor Adrien. Poor--

Then Adrien was coming. And he nodded. "Yeah, just talking to your--"

And then there was light. And Chrono was staring at... a tiny... little... cat... demon.

And wow suddenly Chrono was in henshin and EEP there were BINDS WHY DID HE HAVE ALL THOSE BINDS ON AUTO CAST OR SOMETHING WHO THE FUDGE DID THAT?!

"Is this your gnome?!" Chrono asked, his voice a little squeaky and oh wow he was across the room and flying now. "Why is it a cat?!"

Well, assuming Adrien hadn't gotten bound up in a bind. At least they weren't mouth covering?

Adrien Agreste has posed:
"WOAH!" Plagg was fast. Very fast. In a blurr of darkness he zips and zooms around and away from many of the binds that suddenly pop into existence. Adrien? He's not so lucky as he finds himself suddenly stiff, and unable to move.

A few more zips and zooms occur as Plagg cries out, "Foul! Party foul! ROOMMATE FOUL! This isn't faaaaaaaaaiiiir!" He finally ends with as one foot gets bound and he dangles upside down by the caught foot in the air.

Adrien keels over as his legs don't work, and his arms are at his sides. With a loud THUD he smacks into the ground face first earning a grumbling. "Yesh. That's Plagg. He's a kwami... They're all based on different animals so far as I know. There's also a snake one, a fox one, and others."

Chrono Harlaown has posed:
Chrono Harlaown just stood there, hovering for a few moments. His face red. Staring down at the boys. Then, slowly, he lowered his arms and... the binds around Adrien faded.

Not Plagg, though. If anything, more appeared around him. He took a slow, deep breath. "Right. A cat. You have a... cat... kwami... thing. Wait... does this mean you turn into a cat boy?" Then he shuddered. "Or... a cat... girl?" Well, he knew at least one person who was changed. "So... not... dangerous... then? I take it? And not... oh gosh..." he muttere, face palming. "And I've been complaining to you for the last week about Adora's girl friend, haven't I?" Ahhhhh. That... likely explained some things. "... Do you have any scented candles, by the way? Your... kwami... got into the cheese while you were in the shower. And... how often is it going to be coming over to... my... side... of the room?" he asked, warily.

So definitely not a cat person. "... Wait, you don't turn into one of those things we have to fight all the time, do you? That attack people?"

Adrien Agreste has posed:
Adrien Agreste shudders a little when the magical chains finally fade away from him. He pushes up onto his knees so that he can rub at his nose a moment with a sigh. "I really hope this doesn't bruise, it's going to be very hard to explain." Ugh. Maybe if he changed, then changed back, the magic would heal him up? It kind of worked on his injuries he got when he was Cat Noir to begin with.

There's a very long, awkward pause and silence about the mention of Adora and her catgirl girlfriend. "Weeeeeell. I didn't want to say anything and make it awkward for you," Adrien admits with a little shrug. He says nothing about what he changes into though--Probably because he just got accused of being a villain. "What? Of course I don't!" He pushes the rest of the way to his feet while poor Plagg dangles there fully entombed in chains now, including over his mouth which gets a lot of muffled protest from him as he squirms. With a sigh Adrien steps over to try and disentangle Plagg with his bare hands. Not the best idea. Worth a shot?

"I have some candles, yes. And generally he minds his own business except when hungry. I'm guessing he raided the fridge. He's got a fondness for cheese and it recharges his powers," comes the simple explanation. "Candles are in the top drawer of my desk. I've got a few, take your pick." One was coffee scented for plausible deniability. Another is 'Fresh Air' and 'Spring Breeze'. He was prepared.

Chrono Harlaown has posed:
Chrono Harlaown nodded before giving another sigh. "If... it bruises, I have a healing spell that should at least make it go away. Sorry, I uhhh. Errr... I don't..." How to even begin.

"... My trainers were... cat familiars. And they... made sure I had a very thourough education, magic, martial combat, binds, temperature manipulation. But they kind of... inspire... those instincts again. Fighting for my life, as it were."

... Yeah, that's how he'd phrase it. He let Adrien work with Plagg for a few minutes before ending the binds on him as well.

"But... that's not your fault. I'm... sorry for reacting like that. I just didn't... expect... a cat. Like that. So..." Deep breath. "Now I... know... So long as he doesn't try to assault me or anything, though, I think we'll be fine. Is there anything else I need to know about?"

He went straight to the candles now, though. And after a moment, spring breeze was out and lit up, by the fridge. Oof.

Adrien Agreste has posed:
Adrien Agreste continues to try to pry them loose. It felt WEIRD touching something made entirely of magic. Though Plagg was as well, he gathered, it wasn't something like a spell. He listens though and as soon as the bindings are let free he grabs Plagg carefully in his hands.

A good thing because Plagg was about to go HAVE WORDS by flying over to Chrono. Instead he's caught, and sits down in Adrien's cupped hands with arms crossed. He does listen too though with his whiskers twitching. "That sounds rough," Plagg has to admit. "I don't do that sort of thing, though! It's much easier to kick back, relax, and enjoy a good nap. You guys are too high strung," Plagg declares knowingly. "If it weren't for me, Adrien would be a nervous wreck!" Or so he imagines.

"I'm sorry you went through that Chrono. I had a feeling you had issues, so that's why I asked Plagg to stay out of sight. At least until you could get used to us being around and then I could break it to you easier so you'd see we're okay." A look to Plagg. "Mostly okay."

"But cheeese, Adrien!"

Adrien moves to his side of the room to sit on his bed across from Chrono. The window was still open and that mixed with the candle was quickly clearing out any foul smell at least. "Ah. One thing, for now I guess." He could still inform him he's Cat Noir, but now might not be the greatest time.

"About why I can't let anyone know my identity."

Plagg looks to Adrien, who nods at him, and the little kwami sighs. Flitting up out of Adrien's grasp he floats there keeping on this side of the room.

"I'm Plagg, the Kwami of Destruction. Which is a force of nature and not some evil thing so don't get me wrong. Everything eventually is destroyed or deteriorates or crumbles or goes extinct... Anyway. That's what I empower."

Chrono Harlaown has posed:
Chrono Harlaown gave a small shrug. "So long as you don't try to like. Make out with me or put me in a headlock, we'll be fine. I think I can handle him so long as he doesn't try to sneak up on me. Your kwami should be fine and I'm sure whatever you transform into will be fine. You've never tried to be overly affectionate with me, so I think that shouldn't be an issue." Now he's going to wonder if every cat boy he meets is Adrien, though.

Of course, then Plagg gets to the serious stuff. About why nobody can know about him. He blinked. and stared. And...

"So like... what... you can snap your fingers and wipe out all life in this and the next few dimensions?" Of course... upon learning what it was... HOW it worked... Chrono... Chrono actually chuckled and had to cover his mouth. "S-sorry. Sorry. It's... it's impressive. I mean. I'm sure it's impressive. But... Uhhhh... No. The ability to touch and destroy anything with a touch is fairly impressive. Useful, even. But... I'm an enforcer. I have been training to face Lost Logia. Lost Logia can wipe out entire dimensions. Not planets, galaxies, entire dimensions. Yet, since arriving here, the barometer about what is and isn't possible via magic has... shifted. Considerably. Finding out your power is just 'destroys things' with a touch, that's the big one? It's... it's a relief. As strange as that may sound."

"... I cannot believe I am actually relieved upon hearing that. My... my expectations have truly shifted. This is a very strange world. I think the fact you're a cat worries me more than your destructive capabilities. No offense, you embody destruction, so you're probably incredibly good at it."

... Yeah. The fact he was taking this so incredibly well was probably a sign of just how crazy this world was.

"... Can you just like... destroy things? Or can you destroy ideas and concepts? Can you destroy like... the concept of aging? Of love? Could you destroy relationships between people?"

... So apparently at this point he's playing games of 'Find where the power stops making ANY sense'.

Adrien Agreste has posed:
"HEY! Don't underestimate me!" Plagg blurts out a bit haughtily. "The last guys to get mouthy with me were those stupid T-Rexes and they didn't turn out so well now did they!?"

"Plagg," Adrien warns a bit as he reaches up to pull the Kwami back. Holding him back as it were. "Kwami can use powers without a partner like me, but they can't really... Control the level of power themselves."

Plagg has to admit, begrudgingly, "It can have unforseen consequences if we do."

Adrien continues, "I guess it's like the difference of a lightning bolt compared to electricity being carefully controlled and moderated to provide power for a light bulb. Without a Miraculous user, it's unable to be regulated. That's not the real issue I meant though, Chrono."

The TSAB enforcer is regarded with green eyes and a frown. "The Kwami of Creation is the other issue. If someone ever gets ahold of both Plagg, and the Kwami of Creation--"

"Baaaaaad things can happen," Plagg pipes up with a shudder.

"The user can be granted a Wish." The way Adrien states it is a captial 'W' type of wish. "Any Wish. The price to pay for the Wish though? THAT could destroy galaxies or worlds. That's why I have to keep my identity secret even to other Miraculous users. If they were to know, and were caught, they could be made to tell who I am and that would make it easier for someone to get my Miraculous."

Chrono Harlaown has posed:
Chrono Harlaown just nodded and walked back to his bed and just collapsed on it. "Ah. Good. So a power source that is basically a walking... nevermind, that's not important. I see. Well, it's good you don't go around causing mass extinction events." Pause. "Still doesn't mean I'm okay with you eating whatever cheese you want without airing the place out afterwards."

Of course, then he groaned. As Adrien explained it. "Ah. Delightful. So there IS a lost logia in there! I was wondering when it'd show up. A wish. You know, traditionally?" he said, glancing to Adrien. "This is about where I'd confiscate Plagg as an enforcer, offer you an apology but do what I could to ensure the world didn't get destroyed. Possibly see if the creature's destructive capabilities were a true threat, work to keep reality safe..." he mumbled. "But this world apparently doesn't care about traditionally. So I know now, and... I guess I should avoid knowing who this Kwami of Creation is. On top of that, if that Kwami is captured, ensure that keeping you safe is my number one priority. I think I can do that."

And now he seemed to be thinking. Lightly rocking his rod back and forth, tapping it on his leg.

"Can the wish be anything? Or has it always... been for destruction of some kind? Because, honestly? You'd likely not be surprised to know how many lost logia are of the 'grant a wish of some kind' type. Or powerful enough they're believed they can be used as such. They almost always lead into costs that range into the 'destroy all life' territory."

"... Wishes are tempting. For a lot of people. Some can be talked down and accept the reality that you can't use them to change reality. Others have to be put down... but I understand... why you take such precautions, Adrien. But you'll be happy to know that there are many such lost logia as those kwami of yours across dimensions. More than a few in this world, though I am not quite sure how they fair in raw destructive capabilities in comparison to yours. How this dimensional space has survived I can't even begin to guess. Perhaps these lost logia have managed to stop it from getting out of control."

"... Is someone after both of them, for this wish? And if so... do you know who they are?"

Adrien Agreste has posed:
"Uh! Please don't do that," Adrien responds with hands lifting at the mention of taking Plagg. Even Plagg dips behind Adrien at that using him as a shield. Very brave of him. "Very few people even know about that. I only know because of Plagg."

Plagg squeaks up from behind him, "Dunno. No one's ever actually managed to DO it before. It doesn't have to be destruction though. I mean they could wish to be the emperor of the universe or something, or..."

"Or bring someone back from the dead." Adrien fills in glancing aside with an almost guilty demeanor. "Apparently that was why they tried to get them back during the time of the Pharaohs. Tried, and failed," he adds quickly.

"There's a Miraculous user known as Hawk Moth. He stole one of the miraculouses that allows him to embue others with powers. And uhhh... He's after them both," Adrien admits while rubbint hte back of his neck awkwardly. "We don't know who he is yet. He takes over people feeling strong negative emotions and gives them powers in exchange for trying to get our Miraculouses. So far, he's remained pretty hidden himself. He uses others to do his dirty work."

Chrono Harlaown has posed:
Chrono Harlaown shook his head. "I wouldn't. There are so many... so many things I'd need to confiscate that I'm not even going to try. It'd be foolish at this point. Even if I did, I'd only do it with the full backing of the TSAB, which would mean, well..." He reached up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. "I'm not even sure how it'd work. Living lost logia are hardly common, but the idea isn't to be cruel, just preserve the safety of the dimensions and... for now, not a priority I'm even supposing. Too much of a headache when I have no reason to suspect you'd intentionally be a threat to anyone."

He cringed when the talk went to bringing back the dead. "Yeah... that... that's... a powerful one. Motivation, I mean. I can't... tell you... how many lost logia have been pursued for that reason. But... the cost isn't worth it. Even if... by... some miracle it succeeded... the... cost is likely too much."

"... The pain of loss is tremendous. But to try and force your suffering away, to try and deny your grief... all you will do is sacrifice the safety and care of others. No matter how much you may feel that reversing the pain you feel is the correct path... all it will ever do is cause more heartache."

"... Hawk Moth. I see. I'll... work on seeing if I can locate this man. So... does this mean I and the holder of the kwami of creation is the only one who knows who you are?"

Adrien Agreste has posed:
"What? No. Uh. You're the only one who knows," Adrien responds simply with a sheepish sort of grin that likely made many a girl fall for him in the past. "I don't know who she is, and she doesn't know who I am, either. She insists we keep it that way for safety. And," he lets out a quiet sigh, "She's right. She's always right. Really, she's amazing. So dedicated to keeping us all safe, and she's smart and kind and..."

Plagg groans while flitting out up to Adrien's shoulder, eyes rolling upward. "Heeeere we go again. Snap out of it, Adrien!"

Adrien does at least listen as he coughs into a fist looking properly chagrined at being called out for starting to go all dreamy eyed over Ladybug. He'd at least taken care not to say her name aloud. "Right, sorry. That's how serious we are about keeping them seperate. We work together, but we don't share our identities. We know how dangerous it could be."

Chrono Harlaown has posed:
Chrono Harlaown just blinked a few times, staring at him. Slow. Deep breath. Then... "That... sounds like... please, do not take this the wrong way. A stupid plan. It's based on one specific point of failure, that this Hawk Moth will never discover who you and the other kwami are. But in the event they DO manage to discover who one of you are, the other is likely already comprimised. As this person would be working to identify both of you at all times."

"In such an event, he could attack one of you and the other could disappear. For all you know, that.... apparently Naru was kidnapped a while ago. SHE could be the holder of the kwami of creation and you'd never know. Worse, it'd mean that if, say, you were captured? The wielder of the kwami of creation wouldn't know to be on her guard, or enact a plan to ensure that the other kwami was going to be better hidden while it was the primary focus. Heck, it would prevent others from knowing that the kwami of destruction was even in danger. You could end up captured and she'd have no way of knowing that you were in danger and walk right into a trap, expecting your assistance that wasn't coming."

"... Though if you're flirting with her constantly and you know her civilian identity... that might be a good reason to... ahem... avoid such... conflicts of interest."

Adrien Agreste has posed:
"It's not Naru. I know that at least," Adrien assures with a shake of his head. "You're thinking of it wrong though. We *do* communicate through our Miraculouses. If I stop appearing as my.. alternate self... She'd know. And I'd know if she did. We have daily checkins."

"I know it's not the best plan but it's what we can work with. The other Miraculouses are protected by a Guardian outside of either of us."

"I'm sorry, I know this is a lot. I know you've also had a lot on your plate lately as well with the gun thing that Naru mentioned. I think that's why you had that whole, uh, sleepover thing the other night?" He shrugs a bit. "Anyway, it's late for now, and I have class early tomorrow. We should call it a night."

Chrono Harlaown has posed:
Chrono Harlaown gave a small nod. "Ahhhhh. Okay, that's good. So long as you two are able to communicate, even without knowing each other directly, that should be fine. Very well. If you do need any help with your... all of this, let me know. In the end?"

"I am an enforcer of the TSAB. And stopping things like your... like Plagg from falling into the hands of this Hawk Moth is exactly the kind of thing I'm trained for and work for. Even if I do have a lot on my plate, the safety of this world is still first and foremost."

... He really needed to take it a little more chill. If the world could STOP being in constant danger? That'd be great.

"And... yeah. the sleepover was oddly nice. I don't think I've actually just... collapsed and passed out into a dreamless slumber in a while. Was kind of like being in basic training again, heh."

He did, then, end his henshin. "Goodnight then, Adrien. And hey, Plagg, can you hit the light? without destroying it, I mean," he said in a good natured tone. Yup. He was... handling it better than he would have a month ago.