forum Miraculous Ladybug, except I created new Kwami's ( All Kwami's taken! Looking for regular characters like Nino! )

Started May 27, 2018 by @German_Boats

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( Yeah that sounds good! I'll start us off! )
Carter walked into the classroom and took her usual seat beside her friend Starr, and yawned. "Morning." she uttered.

Luna hummed as she walked in, sitting in the front.

Carter smiled at Luna as she sat down in front of her, and leaned down to speak with her other friend. "Sleep well?" she asked.

"Hey Carter, sup?" Starr was flipping through her journal, but she shut it once her friend took a seat beside her.

Carter leaned back and looked at Starr. "Nothing much. I didn't get much sleep last night. You?" she asked.

"Yeah, me neither. I stayed up late watching Dr. Strange," Starr admitted.

Luna stared out the window, daydreaming

"Yeah, me neither. I stayed up late watching Dr. Strange," Starr admitted.

"Cool! I love that movie!" Carter exclaimed.

A student named Harper walked in, and she sat down in her normal seat which was closer to the back. She calmly chatted with her friend, and they both giggled at something. ( Harper will be akumatized )

"My favorite!" Starr replied energetically. She hesitantly opened her notebook and held it out to Carter. "Don't think, just read!" (Me tho, for reals! And I'll post the legit story that me/Starr wrote next.)

( okay. )
Carter took the notebook, and began to read the words written on the page. She chewed on her pinky-nail as she read, and grinned. "This is really good Starr!"

Sup!

Not what you were expecting, huh? Well, I’m sorry to disappoint, but this really isn’t one of those fancy “Once upon a time…” one-two skip a few “And they lived happily ever after! ” stories. No way.

I kind of consider myself a natural phenomenon. I mean, how else would you describe people like Steve Rogers. Tony Stark? Scott Lang… Sam Wilson? Natasha Romanoff - Clint Barton? Bruce Banner, Bucky Barnes, Victor Shade, Wanda Maximoff, Peter Parker? Any names ring a bell? Yes?

Good.

They’re all natural phenomenon as well - some more so than others, but still, all the same. Well, technically, their superheroes are they like to be known. Some were chosen, and others didn’t have a choice. Some are in between. Then there is me:

D) All of the above

Now, I can promise you that you are lying to yourself if you’ve never been at all suspicious when you see this answer on a test. Or what about “none of the above”? Well, none of the above has never been an option for me. Honestly, I’m not even really sure that I would want it to be. Would you go all in if it was the only way out?

OK, fine. Enough questions. Here’s a scene:

A New York city sunrise from the top of a building that is nearly as tall as the Empire herself. It’s surrounded by water, so when you look when the Sun hits is just right - BAM! Blinded for an even minute and a half. As you blink off the daze, you notice something. A change in the air. You don’t see him, yet you know with all of your heart that he is there - behind you - steadily watching you. He makes no noise, but somehow his presence is deafening. A morning breeze tickles your cheek.

You stand up and finally turn to look at him. A tall, brown-haired man. But, of course, this is no ordinary brown-haired man. He’s tall, yes, but you are nearing his height. And some of his brown hairs are gone, replaced with silvery grey signs of age. You tease him about those from time to time. His eyes are sharp, alert, kind. His gaze has been through many comforts and reprimands. He’s still got his mustache and beard combo, just as sharp as it usually is.

In his hands, he holds the day’s work. He holds it out to you. You take it.

The weight alone makes your shoulders slump, but he does not help you carry the load. Instead, he offers guidance. The best kind - the wise kind.

“Come on,” he says.

“Let’s go inside,” he says.

“It’s cold out,” he says.

“Coming,” you say. You turn back, squinting into the Sun on last time. He waits. When you are ready to go in, both of you go back inside.

So, you’ve met my father. Here are some things that should really clue you in as to who he is:

- My father has a certain understanding of time. Like a long lost friend.
- My father loves his job, but he’s… let’s just say that he’s a little behind the times. I mean, “hither to undreamt of”? Come on, Dad, no one says that anymore.

You probably know him by now. Most people do. Funny, how that works. Most people immediately ask me about him - Dr. Strange. My father. Most people don’t even know my name.

It’s Kelly, by the way. It means warrior.

My lucky number is 14,000,605. See if you can remember that number.

"Thanks, I wrote it after I watched the movie. I'm going to do each part as a different Avenger's child," Starr explained excitedly. (This is my idea. No copyright infringement please!)