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MARINETTE
Marinette looks out the window of her new room sadly. She’s supposed to be unpacking, but she’s upset.
She NEVER wanted to move to Paris. But the bakery was doing so well and her Father had grown up here and wanted to be closer to his parents and friends.
So here she was, looking out the window, sadly. Her brown eyes reflected back at her, staring.
The view wasn’t bad actually, she thinks she may even see the Eiffel tower. That’s a plus, everything else about this darn city was a minus. She’d been here for a couple hours and was already tired of the bad smell, constant noise, and horrible drivers! Lyon wasn’t perfect either, but at least it was walkable, and wasn’t Paris.
“Are you planning to escape?” She hears behind her, it was her Grandfather
“No Grandpere” she replies quietly “I just…don’t want to start over. I barely had any friends to begin with, and now I have to befriend all these stuck-up rich Paris kids”
“Well Marinette, how do you know these kids will be awful?” Grandpere Fu asks
“They grew up in Paris” Marinette starts blankly, “which I could deal with if they were regular public school kids, but Maman and Papa both told me I’d be sent to a private school as soon as school starts. How will I deal with that?”
“You are very resilient, and always do know what to do, Marinette” Grandpere tells her, “come, you turned 15 last month, it’s time I showed you something.”
He goes downstairs, Marinette (very confused) follows him down. She loves her Grandpere, but does admit he can be pretty crazy. She’s pretty sure he talks to himself.
He walks all the way into his room, so Marinette does as well. She’d never been allowed in his room before, so this was very strange. He opens up a drawer, revealing one of those old-timey record players. He clicks on some buttons, and Marinette wonders if he should stop watching all those James Bond movies.
“Come on friends, I’d like to introduce someone to you!” Grandpere says, taking out a box from the record player thingy. Marinette was very confused, but tried not to show it. Suddenly, a bunch of small, colourful things flew out of there.
“AHHHHHHHH! Bugs! Mice! Bugmice! HELP!” She screams, terrified. She falls on the floor from fear.
“Shhhhhh! Marinette, you’ll alert the neighbors” Grandpere shushes.
“Wow Master, this is your granddaughter? Seems as cowardly as you were” One of the creatures says, he was black in colour, with large green eyes and what seemed to be cat ears.
“Oh, but she is quite pretty. If I were a human I’d love to have black hair” a yellow and black striped one chimes in
“Can’t you jerks see she’s scared” a red one scolds “learn some manners”
Amongst this commotion, Marinette’s mother came into the room.
“Dad” Sabine says, clearly annoyed “I told you she’s not ready yet”
“Well Sabine, she HAS to be ready because Wayz has alerted me that Nooroo has messaged him last week about an evil holder, and now none of the qwamis can contact him at all!” Grandpere tells her
“W-what’s going on?” Marinette asks “what’s a qwami?”
Marinette’s mother and grandfather look at each other, give her a pencil and a paper, and decide to tell her the whole story.
Grandpere had been chosen to be the guardian of this specific “Miracle box” which contained 7 “Miraculouses”, little pieces of jewelry that gave people various super powers. This was thanks to these magical creatures called qwamis, which each gave the user a power. Grandpere then grew up to get married and have 2 lovely daughters, and life was perfect. Of course, this was until someone important found out, sent mercenaries, and they had to flee China and come to France. During this whole scrimmage, Grandpere’s wife and Sabine’s mother was killed by one of the mercenaries, so they knew they would do no good by making a deal with people this ruthless. In the airport they lost one of the Miraculouses, the Butterfly. This wasn’t much of a worry since the qwamis liked to roam free. However, it IS a worry if the qwamis couldn’t contact the other qwamis. This likely means that someone is using the Butterfy Miraculous to do evil with.
Marinette looked down at her notes, double and triple checking them. Then she asked a question.
“So what your saying is…there might be a supervillain in Paris”
“Possibly” Sabine answers
“This is a DISASTER! We’d need superheroes to deal with it!” Marinette panics “wait, don’t tell me WE’RE the superheroes?”
“No, no! Marinette, no we aren’t. I’m just the guardian, we take care of these qwamis until they find proper owners” Grandpere tells her “guardians can’t put themselves in danger by being superheroes, that’s a very stupid idea”
“We just wanted you to be aware of all this, since the superheroes will need to come to you if they need to get a powerup or if there’s something wrong with their qwami” Sabine continues “just think of it as being their boss. We don’t even have to choose the superheroes, the qwamis do”
Marinette doesn’t think she would make a good boss, she was clumsy, shy, too nervous to speak to anyone, among many other things. However, she knew in her heart she had no choice.
Marinette thinks for a long time.
“Alright, I’ll do it…as long as I don’t have to fight any villains” Marinette tells them
Grandpere looks so proud, and Maman can barely hide her smile, this makes Marinette believe that she made the right decision.
She leaves the room and starts to unpack. Eventually she finds her sewing machine (Marinette has LOVED fashion since she was a little kid) and remembers those small creatures. What did Grandpere call them? Qwamis? Well whatever they were, she remembers them and how they weren’t wearing any clothes. Surely they’d be cold!
She grabs her sketchbook and starts making some rough sketches of hats, dresses, shoes, coats, suits, and other pieces of clothing she could make of the little guys.
In Grandpere’s room, the little red qwami, Tikki, starts to stir. She can sense an incredibly creative mind at work right now, and nearby as well. She’s so happy, when was the last time she chose an owner? She’d been asleep for a good 50 years or so, and even before then she didn’t have an owner, Plagg did though, and he was unbearable about it. She wastes no time and flies out of there, taking the ladybug earrings with her.