forum MIRACULOUS LADYBUG SECOND GEN (CLOSED)

Started February 17, 2019 by Deleted user

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Léna waited outside the study for Naeva to leave. Her foot tapped on the tiles, demonstrating her obvious impatience. Eventually, she opened up her jacket and Duusu flew out.
"Duusu, is Naeva using Nooroo?" she asked, narrowing her eyes slightly at her sister's secrecy.
"I don't feel Nooroo's presence," Duusu responded simply.
Léna frowned. "Then what is she doing?"
"I don't know, master."
Léna turned and knocked on the door. "Naeva?"
There wasn't a response.
"Naeva?!" Léna tried again. She opened the door enough that she could slip in and shut it quietly behind her. Duusu flew in as well. "Naeva?" she hissed. There was no one there. "She must be in the chambre," Léna murmured. She stood in front of the portrait of Emilie and pushed on the key places that caused her to lower into the floor and emerge in what the sisters called the chambre.
Naeva was standing close to the window, Nooroo hovering beside her head. "I was wondering when you would come in," she remarked with a seemingly lighthearted tone.
Léna rolled her eyes. "At least I didn't break down the door. What are you doing up here?"
"Just thinking a bit," Naeva replied.

Talia stood in her bathroom, tying her hair in a simple plait as she got ready for school. "I hate school," She said to Plagg.
"But don't you always get good grades?" Plagg asked.
"Well, yeah. But I don't have many friends. Of the ones I do have, there's only a few real ones. The rest just want to be friends with me because of my dad. It sucks."

Jolie stood in front of her own mirror and looked at her backpack. She hadn't finished all of her homework… "Well, young master, I told you to do it!" Wayzz lectured.
Jolie sighed. "Yes, I know. I know." She heard her dad call her downstairs, informing her that she was going to be late. "Never says that to Alex, now does he?" she grumbled under her breath as she passed her brothers room to see him still not dresses. "Hurry up!" she cried. She couldn't be late again. And, she was eager to see her friends again. Not many friends, mind you, but Jolie liked being around them.

Adela let out a long groan as her mama woke her up, "First day of school hija. Don't want to be late."
Adela threw a pillow at her, "Five more minutes."
Mama simply came closer and tugged on Adela's hair, "Now."
Adela pulled her hair back with a wince and scowled at her mother, "Fine, I'm up. I'm up."
Her mother left satisfied and Adela went about getting ready for school. No uniform right? Well then she would dress in whatever she wanted. It wasn't long until she was out the door making her way to the first day of school in Paris. This would be interesting.

Alaine ruffled his hair a little, trying to get it in place. Once satisfied, he pulled on his denim jacket over the top of his beige hoodie, slung his satchel over his shoulder, and prepared to leave for school.
"You ready to go already?" Marinette yawned as she poured herself a cup of coffee. She was still half asleep as she smiled at him. "I have such a beautiful son…"
A brown bag sat on the counter, with another, smaller, paper bag next to it. Alaine took both bags and carefully shoved them into his bag.
"Thanks mom, I'll see you and dad later." he popped his earphones into his ears, filling his brain with music, and left the house.
Alaine didn't really have any friends at school, he tended to avoid most people so he could focus on designing clothes or creating new idea for desserts. And there was one person who got on his nerves, only a little. Talia Agreste. She was beautiful, talented, and everything that he wasn't. Most people only liked her for her father anyway, but that didn't stop her from being infuriatingly amazing, and he hated it.

Talia walked downstairs and into the kitchen, where Adrien was making breakfast. "Ready already, Kitten?" He asked.
"I don't always take hours, Dad," Talia replied as she grabbed a to-go bottle of orange juice from the fridge.
"True, but you usually do."
"I usually did 4 years ago," She replied, scooping some scrambled eggs into a bowl. "I don't any more."
"You have been more proactive the past few years."
"I gotta be. Gonna graduate this year. Need to get into the university I want. Without your help." Her watch beeped, and Talia shoveled the last of the bowl into her mouth. "Gotta go. Bye dad." She walked out of the house and started her journey towards school. Putting her earphones in, she played some of her favourite music.

"Thinking about what? Did you feel something?" Léna asked, approaching her sister with Duusu following obediently.
"Not yet," Naeva replied simply.
Léna rolled her eyes. "An actual answer would be appreciated," she muttered.
"Soon enough," Naeva said, turning to finally face her sister.
"Can we just design dresses and try to live our lives?" Léna asked pleadingly.
"You want to give this up?" Naeva arched her eyebrows in question.
"No," Léna quickly answered. "I never said that."

Adela walked up to the building. Trixx was hiding in her art bag somewhere. She wasn't sure where, and she also had no idea where her classroom was. Or when she needed to be there. This was going to be a rough day.

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Talia hummed along to the songs as she listened to them. Last year of school. And then off to…who knew what. She was graduating this year and still didn't know what she wanted to do. I don't mind what I do as long as I make it for myself, She thought to herself as she neared the school. She saw everyone with their friends as she walked up the stairs to the building. I just hope I can finally make some real friends this year. Not fake ones who only like me for my dad and step-aunts.

Alaine noticed someone on the steps next to him, and looked down to find Talia. His eyes rolled when he saw the determined expression in her eyes.
He debated whether or not to speak to her. Despite not really wanting to know her, speaking to her would be better than not speaking to anyone at all. He gently nudged her, not expecting her to take any notice.

Talia was slightly startled by someone nudging her. She paused her music and took her earphone out. "Oh, hey Alaine," She said softly. Probably her only friends at this school were Elina Bourgeois-Lê Chiến, Jolie Lahiffe and Alaine, and only barely. It was mainly because their parents had been friends with her dad when they were younger. "How…how you been?"

"I've been good." He replied, removing his own earphones. "What about you? I spoken to you for a while."
He held the door open for her as they entered the building. He honestly didn't like the girl much, but he was willing to be nice. Tikki once told him that perhaps he should give her a chance. No time like the present, after all, they were graduating soon.

"Yeah, I've been okay I guess," She answered. "Been trying to discover what I want to do when I'm older. Can you believe that we're graduating this year and I still haven't decided what I want as a job?" Her green eyes glinted. "I just know I don't want to use Dad's fame for my own future."

He recognised the glint in her eyes, but he couldn't place where.
"Yeah.." Alaine nodded, feeling a little awkward. He remembered a time when his mom told him she used to like Adrien Agreste, but he never saw her as more than a friend.
"Just do whatever you're good at and whatever you enjoy. That's what I plan to do." He flashed her a bright grin.

Talia flashed a grin back, eyes still glinting. "Are you going to be a baker?" She asked. "I've noticed you like baking." She hoped her wouldn't take it wierdly, she was just observant.

"I might be, I mean someone needs to take over from my grandpa at some point." Alaine was about to fall into a pit of rambling about all the different cakes and pastries he has been practicing, but he knew no one wanted to hear about that. "I could become a tailor or a musician like my parents, but the dough is where it's at." He laughed softly. "You could make a career of singing."

"Singing's more of a hobby," Talia replied. "Sure, I love doing it, but I don't want to do it, if you know what I mean. Honestly I'd rather teach little kids than be a singer." She knew she was rambling, so stopped talking.

Adela overheard another conversation going on at the school. Those too seemed to know each other, and be fairly friendly. Maybe she could ask them for help. She took a deep breath and walked up to them. She spoke quietly in her broken French, "U-um hello. Can you help?"

Jolie made her way to the front of the school and saw people she recognized, as well as a few new people looking lost. She saw Talia and Alaine and another girl dawdling near them. The other girl seemed confused and Jolie noticed that she was new. She walked towards her and greeted her. "Hello. May I help you?"

Adela turned and faced the other girl. She tried to remember how to say what she needed to opening and closing her mouth a few times, “Yes. I need to find mi class.”

"Yes, I know what you mean." Alaine smiled warmly to Talia, completely oblivious to the other two girls behind him. "Also, If there's something that you're passionate about, don't let anyone make you think you can't ramble on about it. Just for future reference."