IT'S LIKE 12:30 WHEN I'M WRITING THIS NOTE! THE IDEA HIT ME, IT WAS TOO FUNNY TO LET GO!
IT HAD TO BE DONE!
Copycat
Odd Della Robbia was a man who had seen many strange things in his life. Though few knew of his tale, his experiences had taught him that a 'normal life' could only exist if he treated the strange events that occured in life as such. Therefore, he'd hardly blinked an eye when he'd heard that there were now superheroes swinging around Paris to save them all from what Odd called the 'demented butterflies'. He'd seen weirder things happen, and it was best not to question it.
There were certain things, however, that Odd felt HAD to be questioned.
...Even if they weren't always deemed as 'important'.
"What is this!?" Odd demanded one morning as he stopped his channel flipping on a news report of Paris' heroes. He looked over to his roommate (though now for an apartment rather than dorm room) with a flabergasted expression.
"Hm?" Ulrich looked up from eating his cereal and quirked a tired brow. His gaze lingered on the news cast playing before shifting back to Odd. "Ladybug and Chat Noir? I thought you'd seen them already?"
"Heard about them, yes. But SEEING them..." he shook his head. "This is an outrage I say! An outrage!"
"What?"
"He's totally ripping me off!" Odd cried, gesturing towards the TV. A close up shot of Chat Noir with a wide grin was on screen. He could be seen saying something to Ladybug, who did not take it well, as she could then be seen groaning with a face palm.
Ulrich wore a similar expression to the heroine. "Really? What did you expect woth a name like 'Chat Noir?"
"Well he could be more unique about it! He's ripping off my style completely! Just look at that tail and those ears!" Odd argued. He turned back towards the screen in a huff. "See, here I thought that everything was alright with these two, but nooo! One of em' has to be a bad knockoff of me. Even all these years later I get no respect or credit for my hardwork!" He continued to grumble, muttering something about how 'the kid doesn't even have Laser Arrows,' or about 'who wants a baton anyway?' Also maybe something about hisnpuns not being as good? Ulrich wasn't sure in that, but he wouldn't put it paat the former Lyoko Warrior.
Ulrich didn't even both hiding his eyeroll as he went back to his cereal. "How can someone rip you off if no one outside of our group knows about it?"
"They're France's newest superheroes! They should learn about those that came before them. It's the only respectful way to hero," Odd said, folding his arms. His signature, trouble seeking grin returned to his face. "Especially when I should own the rights to cat themed superheroes. I was the original! He owes me a lot for using that motif,"
"If you wanna be the one to potentially get arrested for revealing all the crap we did just because you wanna fight Chat Noir for his costume, knock yourself out," Ulrich said disinterestedly.
"You should really be more invested in this, Ulrich! They're plagiarizing! And if I learned anything at Kadic, it's that plagiarizing never goes well!" Odd laughed at his own joke. Ulrich rolled his eyes again. "We should protest this,"
"Pass."
"Oh, you're just saying that cause there's no samurai running around," Odd waved him off. "I see you're supportive as ever. Some things just don't change. Fine, if you won't help me, I'll do it myself!" Odd then abruptly stood up and made way for his room.
Ulrich rested his head on his hand and rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time that morning.
He was hardly surprised when a dark purple butterfly came flittering through the apartment, and even less so when he saw a large purple cat flying out of the window only seconds later.
He'd have to ask Odd about that one later.
So... yeah, it's a mess, looked better in my head. But I wanted to do it. And yes, Odd is akumatized because he was mad about Chat Noir's cat theme.
Because why not? Dumber things have happened.