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Silencer crouched on the rooftop, watching the people scurry around. Ignorant of him in the shadows. Even more ignorant of his vibrant-colored sister in the shadows on another nearby roof.
The twins waited.
A small paper airplane gently flew across their vision and they waited for the moment it crossed an invisible line.
Then they acted.
Leaping down and wrapping their arms around their prey; stealing voices and faces near instantly. A much larger paper airplane glided down, the owner sitting on the edge like it was a hard stone throne instead.
"Théo Barbot."
Reverser looked at the Reflekta clone in Silencer’s arms. Then at the one struggling in the real Reflekta’s arms.
"Jean Duparc."
The twins smiled, one under his mask, the other with open glee. Reverser leaned forward, fingers clenching to his paper throne.
"Monarch would like to speak to you. Do you accept?"
Of course, everyone knew that when Monarch wanted to speak to you, you didn't have much of a choice. Especially if you were one if his akumas, purified or not.
The clones were frog marched behind Reverser, arms bent and handcuffed just wrong enough to hurt.
"I get the sculptor, but why Mr Magician?" Reflekta asked after they left the clones with Monarch.
"He didn't say." Reverser stretched his paper joints slowly as he spoke.
Silencer had given the clones their voices back before they were shoved through the door the trio now waited outside of. Normally, this is when Reflekta and Reverser would look at him, to see if he had anything he had to say via his hands. Unknown to them both, Silencer had made a pit stop before they met up for their newest mission. His hand was held up and open and closed as he talked with a stolen voice.
"One of them hates Chat Noir, the other is the fake Chat Noir Ladybug used in her plan last week. I think Monarch is back to focusing on Chat Noir."
His twin and his boss stared at him before cracking up. Reflekta was loud, shoulders shaking as Reverser leaned on her for support.
"Holy fucking shit!" Reflekta cackled.
"That spineless wet-wipe?" Reverser wiped an invisible tear from his eye.
"Selee, you couldn't have picked someone with a little more..."
"I don't know, someone that doesn't sound like a fucking pushover?"
Silencer grinned under his mask, before stepping closer to them both and throwing an arm over Reflekta's shoulder and the other around Reverser's waist.
"Ah but my dear dear sister, I only didn't want to make you strain yourself trying to read when you're busy. And my darling--"
Reflekta laughed even harder as Reverser tried to scramble out of the affectionate pull.
"Nooo, no, no, don't you dare."
"But sweetie--" Silencer kissed Reflekta's cheek with a hand, then let go to drape himself over Reverser more fully.
"Ugh! Disgusting!"
"Pumpkin pie--" Reflekta giggled, covering her mouth.
"Don't you dare kiss me in that voice, Silencer. André Fucking Bourgeois."
Silencer used one hand to lower his face mask, before kissing the corner of Reverser's lips. The paper man's eyes closed and he relaxed. Until Silencer spoke again.
"Darling~"
"UGH! Using your sister's voice isn't much better!"