I'm sorry guys for taking so long, I wrote a different kind of chapter initially, but felt it was too bland, so I decided to rewrite it. I hope it's not too rushed, as it's more of a set-up chapter for the action that follows in the next one.
I hope you'll enjoy it and thank you for the support!
Entry 17
The Trigger
''Take it! We are dreamers, so it's the trigger. It's up to you, beyond that, it's dawn, dawn, dawn. It's like a shooting star, it's like a field of grass. It's an inevitable force, it's an unprecedented encounter. Gentle gems touched, even to the deepest part of my eyes. Our tomorrow is an unseen light. Sometimes we get discouraged, but let's get out from the labyrinth. We won't stop! My heartbeats has reached, whoa, whoa! I want to protect you and the future, whoa, whoa (take it)! Fighter, go beyond now! Try, if I am with you, yes! Higher, I can fly away! Before I lose it from my sight. Before I lose you from my sight. We are dreamers, so it's the trigger. It's up to you, beyond that, it's dawn, dawn, dawn. We are believers, so it's the trigger. Let's go, beyond that, it's dawn, dawn, dawn.''
– Force by World Trigger
xXxXxXx
Despite the fact that it was heavily raining the past night, the next day was bright and sunny. Félix sighed as he walked towards the school, holding a cup with his usual morning coffee and a cup of hot tea. Admittedly, he wasn't sure whether it was a good idea to walk around with hot coffee and tea with the kind of luck he had, but he was confident in his ability to deal with it. As a matter of fact, he was more concerned about an entirely different matter.
''Was this really a good idea?'' he muttered, loud enough to be heard only by Plagg, who popped his head out of Félix's backpack.
''Why would you think that buying Bridgette tea would be offensive to her?'' Plagg rose an eyebrow.
''Considering how her family owns a tea shop and Bridgette is capable of brewing high quality tea, maybe store-bought tea isn't enough,'' Félix replied.
''Kid, you're really overthinking this,'' Plagg replied in a deadpan tone, then quickly hid back inside the backpack as they reached the school. Félix stopped walking for a moment, seeing Bridgette talking to her friends. She appeared to be quite relaxed for the most part, if tired. While Allegra, Allan and Sophie didn't appear to be worried, Claude did have a look of slight concern on his expression whenever he would address Bridgette. Still, Bridgette would wave him off, pretending she was fine.
Félix inhaled sharply as he looked at them, wondering how he should approach Bridgette without having to deal with her friends, Claude especially. He knew that they were quite wary of him, despite Bridgette's fondness of him and he didn't want to really talk to any of them. What should I do?
Félix's expression changed to a determined one and he walked towards Bridgette, figuring that he could just hand her the cup of tea over and be on his way to the classroom. However, before he could do any of that, he heard someone yelling.
''Watch out!''
Félix only had enough time to glance to her left and see a football flying towards him. He quickly took a step back, but the football hit his hands, causing Félix to cry out in pain, the hot liquid splashing and the cups falling out of his hands. He looked down at his hands, which turned red, searing pain spreading across his arms and towards his body. He managed to avoid having his clothes ruined, but the hot liquid burnt him. He realized that he needed to get to the bathroom and put his hands under cold running water so the injuries wouldn't get worse.
''Félix!'' Félix looked up and saw Bridgette running up towards him. She seemed to want to add something, but one gaze at Félix's hands told her everything she needed to know. She quickly placed her backpack down on the ground and took out a bottle of water, telling Félix in a demanding tone, ''Extend your hands.''
Startled by her voice, Félix did as she said, wincing as Bridgette poured the cool water over his hands. He eased up as the pain lessened and while his hands were still a little red, he knew that the worst was behind him.
''We need to bring you to the nurse's office, right now,'' Bridgette quickly added. Félix could only nod, but felt his anxiety rising when Bridgette's friends and the guy who kicked the football at Félix approached them. He did not want to deal with them as well!
''I told you to watch out!'' the guy said, picking up his football. He was well-built, with short black hair and brown eyes. ''Are you deaf or something?''
Félix just cast him a glare. Bridgette, on the other hand, was more confrontational. ''How about you don't kick the football at other people?!''
''Tsk, I'm…'' the guy trailed off, raising an eyebrow when Bridgette quickly turned to Félix.
''We should go,'' she told him. Félix just nodded, following Bridgette towards the nurse's office, who gazed at her friends, quickly adding, ''Could you guys please just throw the cups away?''
''Sure,'' Claude replied, grabbing the cups that were still on the floor. The guy frowned, only to notice Bridgette's friends casting a glare at him.
''What's the hold up, Léon?'' The guy, Léon, scoffed and turned around, returning back to his friends.
Meanwhile, Claude threw the cups into the nearby trash bin, exchanging silent, exasperated glances with Allegra, Allan and Sophie. Why did they have a feeling that this would be a long day?
xXx
''This doesn't look so bad,'' the nurse said, placing a cool wet compress on the red spots. ''Just keep this on your hands and you'll be fine. I'll be right back.''
She then got up, returning to her office and leaving Bridgette and Félix sitting on the bed. Félix felt anxious, gazing at the clock above the door. It had already rung for classes and he knew that, while he wouldn't get in trouble with his teacher for having to be treated for a burn, his uncle would lecture him about this mistake.
''Are you okay?'' Bridgette asked him, carrying both his and her own backpack.
''I'll be fine, but I can't exactly write like this,'' Félix replied, flexing his hands and wincing slightly. His hands still hurt.
''I'll take notes for you,'' Bridgette told him, causing Félix to look at her, giving her a questioning look. ''At least until you feel better.''
''Thanks…'' Félix mumbled. He had to admit, he was both surprised and amazed when Bridgette suddenly took charge after seeing him injured. There was no stuttering, she didn't act like a nervous wreck nor was she blushing due to being so close to him. However, he didn't understand why he suddenly felt so anxious around her. He shook that weird feeling off, suddenly saying, ''The tea I brought was for you.''
''What?'' Bridgette gave him a look of surprise. Félix immediately regretted his words, wishing he didn't bring it up. Before he could respond, the nurse returned, handing both of them a note, which was an excuse for why they were late to class.
''Off you go,'' she told the two. Bridgette grabbed their backpacks and the notes, and she and Félix left the nurse's office.
''Why did you buy me tea?'' Bridgette asked Félix as they made their way towards their classroom.
''I wanted to repay you for the coffee,'' Félix quickly answered, wishing he never brought up the subject. Admittedly, he had a different reason for bringing Bridgette the tea, having spent the night thinking about how to cheer her up without letting her know that he was aware of what happened. He felt that repaying her for the coffee was a good excuse.
''Thank you,'' Bridgette smiled, much to Félix's relief. ''Even though I couldn't taste it, I'm still happy about it.''
''Maybe it was better that way,'' Félix replied. ''After all, it was just store-bought tea rather than anything you would find at a professional tea shop…''
''I don't mind,'' Bridgette replied in a chipper tone. Félix observed her for a moment, realizing that her smile was genuine. It appeared that she indeed felt much better after last night's events, which he felt glad about. ''Besides, it's the gesture that counts.''
''Right…'' Félix muttered as they reached the classroom.
Their entrance did draw attention from their classmates, with Bridgette quickly explaining to their teacher what had happened, while Félix went to his seat, sighing. He did not like the fact that everyone was staring at him, feeling quite anxious. He was never fond of the idea of standing in the spotlight.
After clearing things up with the teacher, Bridgette joined him, smiling brightly as she sat next to him instead with Sophie, sending the later a message of why she did that. To Félix's surprise, she didn't exchange a word with him during the entire class, even though she was obviously tempted. He was thankful for her silence, as the last thing he needed was a conversation that would make him more uncomfortable.
xXx
Claude sighed, grabbing the drink out of the vending machine that was placed at the school entrance. He had tried to find time to talk to Bridgette in private about her strange behavior yesterday, but his friend told him that nothing was wrong and then spent the whole day glued to Félix's side, even though the later had recovered from the accident that occured that morning. Despite her cheerful attitude, Claude was still worried.
He knew Bridgette well and he could sense whenever she pretended to be happy. However, her behavior today confused him. He knew that she got some bad news the day before, even if she didn't tell him what kind of news she got, so it surprised him that she acted as if nothing had happened.
Maybe we could talk after school, Claude thought as she opened the can of soda and took a sip.
''Hey, Claude!'' Claude turned to the person who called for him, Carmilla. She approached him, adding, ''You look pissed off. What happened?''
''I'm not angry,'' Claude replied. ''I'm just a little frustrated because I wanted to talk to Bridgette, but I hadn't had the chance to do so.''
''Is that because she's constantly hanging out with Office Boy?'' Carmilla asked, with Claude giving her a surprised look.
''How do you know?'' he asked, not even rising an eyebrow at Carmilla's ''Office Boy'' comment.
''I saw hanging out at the library,'' Carmilla replied, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms, smirking. ''I'm surprised Office Boy even let her get so close to him. Did something happen between the two?''
''Honestly, I have no idea,'' Claude replied. ''I know that Agreste apologized to her, but I thought that was it. I didn't expect Agreste to be fine with having Bridgette hanging out with him.''
''Don't tell me that you're jealous,'' Carmilla said, the glinting in her eyes going unnoticed by Claude.
''Why should I be jealous?'' Claude replied. Despite sounding confused, Carmilla did note the hint of discomfort in his tone.
''Well, I don't want to suddenly get to the worst-case scenario, but considering how Bridgette adores Office Boy, even though I can't see why, she might replace her close friends with the snobby rich blond guy,'' Carmilla suggested. To her surprise, Claude snorted.
''There is no way she would do that,'' Claude told a baffled Carmilla. ''Bridgette may be smitten by Agreste, but she wouldn't forget about us.''
''Oh, I see…'' Carmilla said, giving Claude a sheepish look. ''Like said, that was just the worst-case scenario. I actually saw it happening in my previous school and I hoped that Bridgette wouldn't go down the same path.''
''Don't worry, she won't,'' Claude replied, shaking his head. ''Bridgette and I were friends since we were kids and I know her well enough. She's the kind of person who just tends to get too focused on one thing and remain oblivious of other stuff until she snaps out of it.''
''Ah, okay,'' Carmilla said in an apologetic tone. ''I'm sorry for assuming things. I didn't mean to be rude.''
''It's fine,'' Claude replied. ''You're still new here, so there's no way you'd know that.''
''Right,'' Carmilla replied, turning on her heel and walking away. ''I hope you will get to talk to Bridgette.''
''Thanks.'' Claude nodded in acknowledgment, sighing as and taking another sip of the soda. While he too hoped to talk to Bridgette, he knew that it wouldn't be easy.
Carmilla, on the other hand, smirked. Despite Claude's assurances that things were fine, she knew that the seed of doubt was already planted. She was looking forward to the chaos that would unfold.
xXx
It was evening and Bridgette was in her room, having her sketchbook out and drawing a very familiar red and black circular pattern. She was currently in a good mood, her interactions with Félix having cheered her up. She actually didn't expect him to allow her to hang out with him even after he recovered from being burnt, as she figured he had only tolerated her so she could help him out. Still, the fact that he was fine with her sitting across him in the library while he read his favorite book was astounding. She enjoyed every moment of it, even if their interactions were mostly silent.
Still, there were some things she needed to do. She had agreed to meet up with Claude over the weekend to discuss what happened the previous day. She wanted to assure him that she was fine and that there was no need to worry. Besides, she had other things on mind…
''I need to figure out how to communicate with Chat Noir without using a smartphone or anything that can be traced back to me,'' she said, focusing on the pattern before her. Drawing always helped her relax and think clearly through the matter at hand.
''I'm sure you'll find a solution,'' Tikki, who was sitting on the desk next to her, said. ''You always do, no matter how difficult the situation is.''
Bridgette smiled in response and kept pondering. ''I could try turning the compact into a communication device and give one part to Chat Noir, couldn't I?'' She grimaced. ''However, that might not be such a good idea. How am I supposed to fight without it? Not to mention, it would vanish once I de-transform.'' She fell silent once again, focusing harder on the issue. Suddenly, her eyes grew wide as she realized something. ''What about the Miraculous?''
''What about it?'' Tikki asked. Bridgette turned to her.
''You told me once that when I transform, the suit that appears is the result of my desires,'' Bridgette said. Tikki nodded. ''So, what if I imagine the same suit, but it also has a communicating device that cannot be traced and allows me to communicate with Chat Noir? Will it appear?''
''I think both of us know that there is only one way for us to find out?'' Tikki smiled as she flew up.
''Right!'' Bridgette said as she focused. ''Tikki, transform me!''
A bright flash of red light later and Ladybug stood in the room. She placed her hand over her ear, sensing something tiny inside it, something like an ear bud. She smirked.
''It worked! It really worked!'' she said excitedly. However, her excitement wavered when she realized that no one was answering. ''Oh, right… Chat Noir needs to have his own communication device for this to work.''
Still, she was glad that she had found a solution to this particular problem.
xXx
''Ladybug, I'm so sorry for being late and for not showing up yesterday!''
Ladybug was stunned when she heard Chat Noir as he approached her so suddenly. Both were at their usual meeting spot, the Eiffel Tower, with Ladybug noting how Chat Noir was unusually late. Since it was a clear sky, she had figured that he had a different reason for not appearing. Once he finally did appear, he looked panicked, showering her with apologies and excuses.
''I'm sorry, but I simply couldn't go out during a rainstorm like the one we had the previous day. I hope you understand-''
''Chat, it's okay,'' Ladybug said in a calm and soothing voice. ''I regretted stepping outside yesterday.'' Chat Noir stared at her for a moment, then sighed in relief. Ladybug crossed her arms. ''So, why are you late today?''
''Let's just say that I had an argument with a family member…'' Chat Noir replied, falling silent. Ladybug gave him a look of concern. It was clear he didn't want to elaborate on it. ''It took me a while to get out unnoticed.''
''I see,'' Ladybug muttered, nodding. ''I just hope things are okay at your place.''
''Don't worry, it's nothing I can't handle,'' Chat Noir replied confidently, perking up. ''So, what's the plan for today?''
''I had figured out how to get us a proper communication device so we can remain in contact,'' Ladybug told him.
''Really?'' Chat Noir's eyes widened. ''How?''
''Basically, since the suit can be modified depending on your preferences, you can also focus on having a suit with a communication device,'' Ladybug explained, brushing away her bangs and showing him the ear bud.
''Wait, we can change our suits?!'' Chat Noir stared at her in surprise. Ladybug gave him a confused look.
''Of course we can,'' she replied. ''Hasn't your kwami told you that?''
Chat Noir glared at the ring, hearing Plagg chuckle mischievously. He then crossed his arms, looking back at Ladybug.
''Apparently, he hasn't. If I knew that, I would've gotten rid off this ridiculous bell,'' Chat Noir said, flicking the bell attached to his unzipped collar, causing it to ring softly.
''I think that it looks great on you. It's actually kind of cute,'' Ladybug said, smiling as she crossed her arms on her back. Chat Noir gave her a surprised look.
''Y-You really think so?''
''Yeah.''
''Well, then I'll keep it,'' Chat Noir replied, only to grimace. ''I guess I'll have to de-transform for this…''
''Actually, you just have to say 'Plagg, transform me!' once again and focus on whatever you want to change on the suit,'' Plagg replied.
''It can't be that easy,'' Chat Noir said, staring at the ring in exasperation. He gazed at Ladybug, who gave him an encouraging look and focused. The suit would remain the same, but he'd get the same communication device Ladybug had. ''Plagg, transform me!''
Chat Noir was engulfed for a brief moment in a black light, which then vanished. His suit remained unchanged.
''So, did it work?'' Ladybug asked. Chat Noir pressed his hand against the cat ear, feeling something inside it, but it didn't appear to bother him.
''Yeah. I think we should try it out,'' he said.
''Okay, let's separate and we'll see just what the range is,'' Ladybug said. She and Chat Noir then jumped off the Eiffel Tower, going towards the nearest buildings, but taking opposite directions.
''Chat Noir, do you hear me?'' Ladybug asked, pressing her hand against her ear as she raced across the rooftops. She was relieved when she heard her partner's voice in her head.
''Loud and clear, Bug,'' Chat Noir replied. He was already at a different part of Paris, trying to measure in his head just how far they were. ''Where are you?''
''I'm going towards the Statue d'Émile Fayolle; I have passed Rue de Grenelle,'' Ladybug replied, smiling as she focused on the rooftops below her, jumping over the street. ''You?''
''You're fast,'' Chat Noir commented as he easily covered a distance between two buildings. ''I'm taking the rooftop way to Montparnasse. Do you wan to meet up there?''
''Why not?'' Ladybug said, somersaulting over to another building. ''Let's make it a race.''
''Roger,'' Chat Noir said, landing on a lamppost, his tail swishing. ''Do you want to talk?''
''What should we talk about?'' Ladybug asked, taking a moment to assess her surroundings. So far, she didn't see anyone in trouble. Her eyes moved to the side as she pressed her hand against her ear.
''I think we should keep the line of communication going. After all, we don't know whether those devices can be disturbed or jammed in any way, like with phones. For example, certain frequencies might damage them.''
''I see,'' Ladybug said as she continued with the patrol. ''We should make sure to check that, although I slightly doubt they would function in the same manner as normal devices.''
''Hey, Bug…''
''What is it, Chat?'' Ladybug asked.
''Have you thought of trying to do more with the Miraculous?'' Chat Noir asked as he used another lamppost to propel himself onto a building. ''We should try to figure out just how far we can go with our powers.''
''As a matter of fact, I did.''
''Really?'' Chat Noir smirked as he landed on another building. ''What did you come up with?''
''I had figured that, if we go on an undercover mission, we could change the suits to something more fitting,'' Ladybug replied as she cleared more distance. ''The suits we have now are the default mode, but if we go, for example, to a black tie event, I could easily change the suit to a dress.''
''That would leave me with a dinner jacket,'' Chat Noir said, feeling a bit amused.
''I'm sure you would look quite handsome wearing a formal suit with a tie and all that.''
''I appreciate the compliment,'' Chat Noir replied. If you only knew, Bug… He landed on another rooftop and continued. ''Aside from that, have you tried to create more weapons? So far, I saw you with a staff, a yo-yo, a shield, wings and a compact with hammerspace.''
''I might try to make something new,'' Ladybug replied, looking up. She was getting closer to their meeting spot. ''What about you, Chat?''
''I might not have a possibly limitless access to any kinds of weapons, as my powers consists of Black Storm and Black Hole, but I can work on developing those specific attacks,'' Chat Noir replied. ''Although, I'll need a good target for practice, something I can unleash my full power on.''
''Say, Chat…'' Chat Noir's ears twitched when he sensed a hint of concern in Ladybug's voice. ''Do you think that we might face even stronger opponents than the Mime, Monsieur Pigeon or Belladonna?''
''Well, there is this Papillon person…'' Chat Noir said. On the other end, Ladybug fell silent. Both knew that they had no idea what Papillon was capable of and that they needed to be prepared for everything. Eventually, both reached Montparnasse Tower around the same time, meeting up on a building close to it.
''So, what do you think?'' Ladybug asked.
''The communication devices work well, but there is an issue with them,'' Chat Noir said. ''We cannot use them when we're not transformed. Even then, we need to be both transformed to establish proper communication.''
''I wonder whether there is a possibility to connect the communication devices to our Miraculous,'' Ladybug placed her hand under her chin. Her eyes shifted to the side. ''Tikki?''
''I'm not really sure whether that's possible,'' Tikki replied. ''The previous Ladybug never did anything like that.''
''I see,'' Ladybug said. ''I will try to tinker with the Miraculous, so we can communicate even when untransformed. I hope that won't be a problem.''
''Not at all!''
''Why do you think that that would be possible to achieve?'' Chat Noir asked.
''If I can use my good luck charm when untransformed, maybe I could extend that to other things,'' Ladybug said, her eyes widening for a moment. ''I know!'' Ladybug said suddenly, banging her fist against her palm. ''We could also add an eye-piece to our masks that allows us to pull a map of Paris. Maybe we could use it to track down each other or our opponents in case we get separated.''
''That's a good idea,'' Chat Noir replied, crossing his arms. ''In a battle, information is the key to victory. I will try to figure out what else I can do with my Miraculous.''
Both exchanged glances, with a weirdly warm feeling spreading across their bodies and settling in their chest area. They've come this far and they were both willing to continue pushing their limits.
xXx
Amber stared at the canopy covering her bed, feeling rather bothered. Her parents, as usual, were too busy to spend the evening with her and her dinner was still lying on the table as she didn't feel hungry at all. She was completely alone with her own thoughts, remembering the night Ladybug and Chat Noir had saved her.
After the battle against the Mime, her father had insisted that she would be accompanied by a bodyguard at all times, but Amber dismissed his concerns, noting how the Mime was someone with superpowers and how only Ladybug and Chat Noir, both heroes with superpowers, would be able to stop him. Her father didn't question her logic, as usual, but Amber did think about it.
Would someone without superpowers really be able to stop someone who has superpowers?
She did a little bit of investigation on her own, noting how there were a lot of fictional superheroes with no superpowers of their own, but they did have all kinds of devices and gadgets that helped them fight the bad guys. She knew that her initial thoughts were wrong, but she still felt that a bodyguard wouldn't do much against someone who could create all kinds of things out of thin air.
It also didn't help that she was impressed by Ladybug and Chat Noir, the two superheroes being the sole topic of her and Jeanne's conversations in the past two days, peppered with all kinds of theories and assumptions. Amber even admitted to Jeanne that she wished that she had superpowers like them, only for Jeanne to remind her that that wasn't possible unless she had access to whatever gave them superpowers.
That may be true, but…
Amber suddenly sat up. Even if she didn't have her own superpowers, she had figured that she could still be an amazing superhero on her own. She got up, walking over to her table and grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil, her eyes narrowing as she focused and started drawing,
When her gymnastics skills nor the medal she won didn't impress her mother, she tried to take up fashion as a hobby, learning how to draw and even showed Audrey her creations. However, her mother looked outright insulted by her designs, calling them mediocre at best. Admittedly, Amber had just started to draw and a 12-year-old probably couldn't even compare to a professional.
Still, it hurt when Audrey ripped her designs into pieces.
Stop thinking about that! You're here to impress Ladybug, not your mother!
Amber continued drawing, but realized that she was stuck. She had a vague idea what the suit would look like, but she still needed a good pattern for it. She tapped her head with the pencil, only to feel the bee comb on her head. She took it off, staring at it, her eyes glinting.
''Of course!'' She grabbed a bunch of black and yellow pencils, working on the bee-like pattern of the suit. After half an hour or so drawing and colouring-in the suit, she leaned back and admired the result. She smirked. ''It's my time to shine now. The one who will be taking the spotlight alongside Ladybug and Chat Noir from now on is Queen Bee!''
xXx
''Achoo!'' Both Ladybug and Chat Noir suddenly sneezed at the same time, both shivering and exchanging glances.
''What was that?'' Chat Noir asked, startled by what happened. He certainly didn't feel cold or anything, but just had the sudden urge to sneeze.
''I don't know, but it is said that if you sneeze, someone is talking about you,'' Ladybug explained, with Chat Noir's ears lowering.
''I don't like the sound of that,'' he said dryly.
''Well, the number of times you sneeze is a sign as to what they're talking about. For example, one sneeze means something good has been said, two means something bad has been said, three is a sign that someone is in love with them, and four is a sign that tragedy will befall their family,'' Ladybug told him. ''We both sneezed only once, so something good had been said about us.''
''I see…'' Chat Noir muttered, only to sneeze once again. Just as he recovered, he sneezed again.
''Uh, that's not a good sign,'' Ladybug noted in a deadpan tone. ''Someone's saying bad stuff about you.''
''Why only me?'' Chat Noir whined, gazing at Ladybug, who showed no reaction. Then, she suddenly blinked, staring past Chat Noir. He too turned around, wondering what this was about, only for his ears to pick up a strange flapping noise. ''What the- Pigeons?!''
He and Ladybug took a battle stance, facing the flock of pigeons that formed in front of them.
''I guess we should've figured we'd end up running into Monsieur Pigeon again,'' Ladybug said as Monsieur Pigeon was flown up by the pigeons. He glared at the two.
''You stupid cat! You ruined my dramatic entrance!'' he yelled at Chat Noir. Chat Noir smirked.
''As if we care about your dramatic entrances,'' he told Monsieur Pigeon, was seething. His ears suddenly twitched as he heard a whistling sound and he quickly tackled Ladybug, both of them landing on the rooftop. Whatever made the whistling sound passed by them, exploding in the sky.
''What the-?!'' Ladybug and Chat Noir looked down at the street, seeing the Mime standing while holding something that resembled a rocket launcher. ''The Mime… Just great…''
''Well, at least this confirms our theory that the Mime and Monsieur Pigeon might be working together under Papillon,'' Chat Noir told her nonchalantly. Ladybug glanced at Chat Noir, noticing that he was grinning.
''I guess this is our moment to figure out how to expand our powers,'' she said.
''Right!'' Chat Noir nodded.
Both got up, Ladybug turning towards the Mime and Chat Noir turning towards Monsieur Pigeon.
