The teams split up into their new groupings and headed out. Sparrow remained at the front of the lobby with Oionos, Thirio and Chloe, who was slipping the fox pendant on. "Alright, girl," Trixx was hidden behind her shoulder, "time to transform."

Sparrow put a finger to where his lips were beneath the mask. "Do this back inside where those," he pointed at the akuma, "will be none the wiser."

She nodded and snuck back inside. Sparrow kept his eyes on the akuma clusters until he heard a "LET'S POUNCE!" coming from inside. He turned back to find her suited up and enjoying near every moment of it.

"I look spectacular!"

Her orange suit had a white stomach, black boots and gloves, and a wide mask with thick black lines around her eyes. The tip of her pigtail had gone white and a long tail hung from her back, merged to the reddish belt that held her long flute to her back.

"Pleasure to meet my fellow heroes," she winked, "you can call me…Foxy."

Sparrow waited for her to tell them she was joking and choose a legitimate name, but the longer he kept silent the more irritated she became. Her brow had begun to twitch when he finally spoke up. "…Foxy. You want us to seriously call you…Foxy."

"The name is short and catchy, thus memorable, and relates to the suit. Would you rather I went by Fox Girl?"

"I could take you a bit more seriously."

"I think the name is cute," Oionos spoke up, gently stepping between the two, "and, I mean, soon as we start fighting the akuma, our names will only be necessary for telling each other what to do in battle."

Thirio chuckled. "What Oionos is trying to say is that we should be more focused on saving Paris than what we're going to call Foxy for the one time she will actually be the fox heroine." He put a hand on each of their shoulders. "Shall we put this argument aside?"

Foxy shrugged. "I could not honestly care less."

Sparrow pushed the vinery hand away. "I wish I could believe that."

As the most experienced hero, Sparrow was put in charge. He led the group onto the rooftops as akuma ascended into the dome. "Makes you wonder," Thirio murmured, "if any of those akuma have been watching Le Grand Paris."

Foxy snorted. "The guy only has two eyes. I doubt he can focus on everything his pathetic little minions watch."

Oionos thought long and hard on her comment as they leaped to another patch of houses. "Makes you wonder what HawkMoth is focusing on."

Foxy moved up beside Sparrow. "Any ideas?"

Sparrow was glad the mask could hide his grimace. After telling Chloe that his father was in fact HawkMoth, she had reacted about as well as he could have hoped.

"That egotistical jerk had better be begging for mercy by the time I get my hands on him, cuz no one, and I mean NO ONE, hurts my childhood friends and gets away with it! And what's more, if he thinks he can get away with using me to harm people, and sticking an AKUMA INSIDE ME, then he is BEYOND saving, because his mind is BEYOND unstable!"

She stared at him. "I know that look."

How can she see my face behind the mask? Does the fox heroine have x-ray vision?!

"I recognize the way your shoulders have sharpened, and your fists are clenched."

…Never took her for some sort of psychologist.

Her expression became something he rarely ever saw on her: serious. She kept one hand on the end of her flute and her eyes forward. "I meant what I said. Gabriel has always been too strict, I get that, but becoming a supervillain and hurting people? Not cool. Believe me," she whispered, "I know a thing or two about hurting people."

"Could have fooled me," he muttered, only for her glare to force an apology out of him. "What I meant was-"

"I know what you meant. I get it. I was a jerk and I still am a jerk. This is going to take time for me to break, this…habit of hurting others."

Oionos and Thirio came up close behind as the four of them closed in on their destination. "You are changing," she assured Foxy, "from what the others have told me, at least."

Thirio grinned. "Just keep this up and no one, not even HawkMoth, will be able to call you mean for much longer."

Foxy blushed at the kind words. "You new guys are so sappy."

Oionos smiled and looked ahead. "…Hey, there it is!"

The group stopped at the rooftop edge and gazed over their destination. They were at the edge of the water overlooking a large pirate ship with jets at the back. Standing at the wheel was Captain Hardrock. She was pointing at the water and yelling at nothing.

"Set sail, Liberty, lest we lose the scent of those sea urchins!"

"Anarka Couffaine," Oionos explained as the ship began to ride the waves, "the mother of Juleka and her currently missing brother Luka. She told me to be careful of the many weapons aboard it before we left."

Thirio rubbed his chin with the vinery hand, a slightly unsettling image that Sparrow would have imbedded in his memory for a long time. "I wonder if Luka Couffaine has been akumatized. He may already be out on another mission for HawkMoth."

Oionos shook her head. "Juleka says her brother will be one of the last people to fall for akuma. Apparently, his personality is too serene."

Foxy cracked her knuckles, somehow making it look elegant. "Who cares? If Luka is somewhere near than we can get the answers out of Hardrock."

Sparrow nodded. "Foxy – a name I shall be washing off my tongue with soap back at the hotel – is onto something. Either the brother is here or has been akumatized. Either way," he held up one of his darts, "we're sinking that ship."