It was a peaceful day to end off a peaceful week, not a villain or criminal to be heard from. Felix sipped on his Espresso as he leaned back in the creaky rocking chair, watching a pair of joggers take to the road. He'd chosen to wear a grey turtleneck and dark brown trousers, the most casual of clothing he owned. If not for the cool winds he may have started to sweat from the heat, but he wasn't about to get caught wearing a tee and jeans. His father would never let him live it down.
It's been a month since the others and I came home from out trip to Paris. Since then Adrien hadn't stopped texting me about his antics as Chat Noir, his crush on Ladybug, his feelings for other classmates, and how his days have been going…, he smiled, after a year of living in this city, it's nice to be able to chat to him like this.
"Even when you're relaxing you look like you're working."
It had been so quiet he'd nearly forgotten he wasn't the only one taking a break on Benjamin's front porch, his grandparents cooking inside. Resting on the railing beside him was Lyra, her long braid falling over her violet jumper. She pat her pocket, where she secretly kept a violin bow handle so she could transform into Melodie at any time. "You're expression has officially frozen into a look of 'stern old man', Felix."
"But an attractive old man, no?"
She chuckled. "My attractively stern old man-faced workaholic."
"Dude," Victor laughed from the porch steps, "you guys suck as flirting. I had hoped that after a month of dating you two would have some sort of lovey-dovey language." He cracked his knuckles, enjoying the sun in his bright green tank and shorts. "Stern old man?"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Felix placed his coffee on the table beside the chair, "care to share your experiences dating?"
"Har-har, Agreste. I don't need experience when I've got so much charm."
Benjamin walked out of the house in a dark blue tee and bleached jeans, holding a cookie in his mouth as he signed to them. Charm as in those lucky charms you kiss before all your track meetings?
"Nah, those are just in case some good luck decides to drop in for a hello."
Do the characters in your Magnum Chaser series kiss charms, too?
"Magnus Chase, Ben," he sighed as the mute sat down beside him, biting into his cookie, "gosh, so uncultured."
You sound like a high school girl.
"FYI, boys read books, too."
"It has been strangely quiet around her," Lyra brought the conversation back on track, "with Beast Boss and Cirque Du Freak behind bars and criminal activity at its lowest in over a year, I feel like I have too much time for music practice."
"Let's enjoy it while it lasts," Felix told her as someone came rolling towards the house from an intersection a few blocks away, "before some form of trouble shows up."
"Hey, guys, sorry I'm laaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"
Crash!
"Ah, Bridgette," he crossed one leg over the other, "I see you're still practicing your rollerblading."
Ben's grandparents' garbage was spilled over the street, the trash can tipped over underneath Bridgette's legs as she hit the ground on her stomach, long pigtails coming loose. "Oooowww."
Ben and Victor came to her aid, pulling her to her feet and cleaning the garbage up as she brushed grass off her pink halter top and denim shorts. "My poor legs and arms," he could see her counting where the bruises were going to grow in, "next time I'm wearing long sleeves and pants. With padding. And pillows strapped to everything."
"With the speed you were going," Victor said as they returned to the porch, "there must be something big going on."
"You bet," she pulled her phone out as Ben undid the laces of her rollerblades, "there's finally a website up for those Greek superheroes, Mythic."
Mythic, Felix recalled what he'd heard from other classmates during summer vacation, a team of superheroes that have recently started work in Athens, they're similar to Ladybug and Chat Noir but don't seem to be as keen in giving interviews. They keep to themselves, which is fine…but I wonder if there's more to it?
"There's even pictures," Bridgette scrolled down an article and handed it to Felix so he and Lyra could see, "my favourite is the first one, Foinix. That means "phoenix" in Greek!"
What are the odds?
An image of Foinix facing off against a trio of masked burglars was the first in a collection of gathered pictures. She was decked out in a bright, flame patterned eye mask and dark orange suit. She had gold boots and fingers and ribbons wrapped around her wrists. A pair of laces hung from her bun as a feathery winged emblem blazed onto her back.
Victor snickered. "I bet she's got a fiery temper."
Mm, yes, because I was missing those terrible puns.
Ben ran down the article with his finger to another hero's picture. He's my favourite, he signed, his name is Lykanth, and he's like a werewolf!
Lykanth stood atop a bus of prisoners that had nearly escaped the reaches of the city. He wore a grey suit and eye mask with a wolf's tail and ears. His boots took a darker hue and a white crescent moon boomerang hung on an over the shoulder sash that wrapped tightly around his chest. "…Since when can a wolf use a boomerang?"
Who cares, He signed, I want trading cards.
"For the love of...," Felix sighed. "Don't forget that we're heroes, as well-?"
Ding.
It was his phone, without a doubt another text from Adrien. As the others took to looking through all the photos on the Greek website he took his own phone out and looked at the message. "…!"
"Felix?" Lyra peered over at the message. "What the…is that from Adrien?"
FELIX, it read, I SHOULD BE ALONE IN THE HOUSE, BUT I HEAR SOMEONE WALKING AROUND.
Sorry this story went down for a few days. Not entirely sure what happened, but don't worry, I'll be uploading all the chapters again and minimal changes. The most vital change is the creature that the ancient Kwami represents. Other than that, I should also mention that there will be no more little comments at the ends of my stories. I never really know what to say, honestly, and would rather just leave you to the stories.
Sorry for the inconvenience, and have a nice day!