"Dug her own grave." is really not the message that Tony wanted on her tombstone, but every day that passed without locating the Ladybug miraculous made that seem more and more likely. She counted it as a miracle as it was that no one from the clan had called looking for it yet.
Honestly, what the hell had possessed her to take those in the first place, other than the arrogant thinking that she could somehow follow in her heroes footsteps, recover the moth miraculous, and do some good in the world in the process? Stealing precious artifacts from her own clan sure didn't seem like a great start to her heroing career, but there hadn't been time to make things right. The next thing she knew they were packing up and moving to New York, and before she could so much as second guess her choice the two little jewelry boxes were among her packed possessions.
And speaking of "honestly", thinking about those earrings being out lost in New York, of Tikki being in the hands of some random criminal bastard- it made her stomach churn to the point she was sure she'd be sick.
Every night since that disastrous collision on the subway, she'd been out on patrol looking for any sign of them, but until tonight she was sure that her black cat luck was the only thing at play.
That is, until she hears the commotion from the alley. A routine patrol through their neighborhood might just turn ALL of her bad luck and choices around. Her father was still going to KILL her, but at least she could try to begin to set things right.
From overhead she heard the conversation by chance, feline senses picking up on the sounds of the scuffle first. She damn near fell over the ledge in shock at what she saw, though. No mistaking it, that outfit belonged to Ladybug, and somehow some random guy had not only FOUND the miraculous but figured out how to use it???
... Huh. Well, alright, then. Might as well roll with it, right? The least she can do is help him out, since it's her fault he's even in this mess to begin with.
"Mind if I cut in?"
Is the only warning that they get before she's getting the literal drop on thug number three. Landing behind him with a neat sweep of the leg is enough to send him toppling backwards into the dumpster behind, and Tony stands up with a flourishing turn and flick of her bo staff. It catches his ankles and gives him that final push into the open trash receptacle.
Tony looks to the remaining two things even while already smirking proudly at her own quick thinking, pointing her staff in challenge at the thug with the knife.
"They say crossing a black cat is seriously bad luck. Plan to stick around long enough to find out?"
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Date: 2019-06-15 08:07 am (UTC)Honestly, what the hell had possessed her to take those in the first place, other than the arrogant thinking that she could somehow follow in her heroes footsteps, recover the moth miraculous, and do some good in the world in the process? Stealing precious artifacts from her own clan sure didn't seem like a great start to her heroing career, but there hadn't been time to make things right. The next thing she knew they were packing up and moving to New York, and before she could so much as second guess her choice the two little jewelry boxes were among her packed possessions.
And speaking of "honestly", thinking about those earrings being out lost in New York, of Tikki being in the hands of some random criminal bastard- it made her stomach churn to the point she was sure she'd be sick.
Every night since that disastrous collision on the subway, she'd been out on patrol looking for any sign of them, but until tonight she was sure that her black cat luck was the only thing at play.
That is, until she hears the commotion from the alley. A routine patrol through their neighborhood might just turn ALL of her bad luck and choices around. Her father was still going to KILL her, but at least she could try to begin to set things right.
From overhead she heard the conversation by chance, feline senses picking up on the sounds of the scuffle first. She damn near fell over the ledge in shock at what she saw, though. No mistaking it, that outfit belonged to Ladybug, and somehow some random guy had not only FOUND the miraculous but figured out how to use it???
... Huh. Well, alright, then. Might as well roll with it, right? The least she can do is help him out, since it's her fault he's even in this mess to begin with.
"Mind if I cut in?"
Is the only warning that they get before she's getting the literal drop on thug number three. Landing behind him with a neat sweep of the leg is enough to send him toppling backwards into the dumpster behind, and Tony stands up with a flourishing turn and flick of her bo staff. It catches his ankles and gives him that final push into the open trash receptacle.
Tony looks to the remaining two things even while already smirking proudly at her own quick thinking, pointing her staff in challenge at the thug with the knife.
"They say crossing a black cat is seriously bad luck. Plan to stick around long enough to find out?"