Ladies and Gentlemen...

Chat Noir of Granblue Fantasy desc here

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bubonem:

The author paused when prompted, wondering just what sort of game was afoot here– she was just curious, nothing more.

She said nothing as she leaned in ever so slightly to look, observing the puzzle before her as well as the speaker. A marvelous prize, hm? What a common tactic…

“There’s three,” Eto spoke softly, soon coming to meet the eye of the man before her. 

She smiled.

“So, what’s the prize?” If she had to guess, Eto assumed it would likely be another puzzle.

     Sitting atop the machine with a patient bob of his foot, Chat Noir lets a smile sneak across his face wryly. 

     “Are you sure of that? Punch your answer into my little machine and find out.”

      In seconds the Phantom Thief rises to his feet and disappears in the flurry of his cape -- flashy as always. Leaving just the woman and machine alone.

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anglerfishnabe:

“ I can do the same you know. Yell here in the middle of street. “

His grip tightens around the wrist, threatening to leave a bruise.

“ I don’t care if I have to break your wrist. Give it back. “

     “Scary, scary...” Chat frowns, wincing at the man’s grip. He wasn’t kidding around with a face like that. 

     Thus, Chat Noir must give up his hand.

     Literally, it pops off at the wrist, the plastic now dangling in the stranger’s grip.

     “Whoopsie! I wonder what’s in here anyway...~?” He takes a peak. A little peak.

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primaltethered:

     Luckily, the stakes weren’t as high as last time, so at least Gran could take his time with this puzzle. He rubbed his chin as he carefully examined each gear– they were different than the last time he saw this puzzle, which was… Inconvenient, but it wasn’t too terribly difficult.

     ❝ Is it 1, 5, 8, 9? ❞

     O, Captain, my Captain! If Chat Noir were nearer, he may say something like ‘we meet again.’ Instead, the machine will speak for him with a loud, unsettling buzzer noise. Incorrect.

   The shaft opens a little wider, and out comes…

     A calming rose bath bomb.

     Wait -- it’s just a ROSETTA BOMB. 

     Handle with care, she is a lady.

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rutilare:

     “Hmmm… “ She studied it for a few minutes, bouncing on the edge of each heel back and forth. She’d never been the best at puzzles, but something so intricate popping up was far too hard to ignore! And then…

    “Is it something… like this?! Maybe… maybe – I’m just gonna go with my gut feeling! This’ll do.”

     Upon receiving the input lights begin to flash! Dazzling and exciting, this goes on for several seconds before a sudden stop and a startling buzzer noise. Incorrect.

    The shaft opens a little wider, and out comes...

     A FLYING PIE...! Straight for Gudako’s face! 

     Mmm.. Cherry.

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     A box -- rather, a machine, as simple as could be. Small and unassuming in the plaza, positioned quite poignantly a few feet before the fountain so it would ensure at least a few sparing glances.

     Crouching down one would find a simple set of instructions along with corresponding buttons, a lever, and a shoot. Much like a vending machine, except to get the prize one must solve the puzzle.

(bigger size)

          ❝Find all the gears that match the top and receive a marvelous prize! Be             careful, however, any wrong answers could lead to explosive results...❞

     Do you want to play?

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yggsdrasil:

Yggy happily smiles at Chat Noir as she hears him say thank you to her. Its also a first she has never heard of him saying thank you yet it did made her happy to know she could get to hear it!

The tree nods with confident but began to wonder, if the Captain sees him wouldn’t he get grounded for using her face? 

     He acknowledges her nod with a smile, pleased with the affirmative answer. Surely if anyone had something to say about this situation it would be the Captain. However it would not be out of Chat Noir’s interest to keep an eye on this quiet girl, either.

     “Now then...” He looks at her expectantly, waiting for her to move.

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primaltethered:

     ❝ Well, for one, there’s something really sketchy about this. Why would I have to wait a few days for a kiss, even if it’s an expensive one? ❞

      “You really don’t know anything of a maiden’s beauty routine, do you? Moisturizing and meticulous skin treatments must be planned days in advance for peak, kissable softness.”

     “Even renown Skyfarers have to take care of their looks.”

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primaltethered:

     ❝ It’s a kind offer, but I’ll have to pass. Even if I wanted to, I don’t have the money or time to spend on that. ❞

     “Since when did a Captain like yourself say no...?”

     Wiggles fingers. Waitinnnng.

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primaltethered:

     ❝ Those must be some really nice kisses if they’re that expensive. ❞

     “Only one way to find out...?”

     Chat Noir holds out a powdered hand. 

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     “As long as it’s for a good cause I, Lady Djeeta, Captain of the Grandcypher, won’t mind giving each and every one of you gentlefolk a kiss too. ♡”

     “$50 cash up front and please allow 4-6 day delivery time...?♡”

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—— yuel stares directly at the person, recognizing an aroma which seems incredibly… familiar. it almost reminds her of… barawa. but it wasn’t obviously, because he was a huge draph. but she wouldn’t let this feeling go until she figured it out !

        ❝ I think I know you ! ❞ she shouts, tail bristling.

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     “...”

    In juxtaposition to the ever-frazzled erune’s energy, Chat Noir slowly and steadily sets the tea cup he was drinking out of back to its saucer with a soft clink. He leans back in the cafe’s chair, uncrosses and crosses his legs back, before lifting a hand palm-up to the seat across from him. 

     “Would you care to sit down?” People are staring, Yuel.

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anglerfishnabe:

“ ….hold on a second. “

Ogata steps forward, taking a tight grasp of her wrist, the free one. His mouth strains into a smile.

“ I think you got something of mine stuck on your fingers. “

     He doesn’t look very happy... Chat Noir tugs a little but makes no further move to escape, dangling the bag in his opposite hand as far away as possible.

    “Like, ew, get your hands off me~? I’ll call the police~~?”

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yggsdrasil:

Good, he stopped and well if she could speak she would suggest that his personality because let’s see Captain is kind, also serious in certain situations and doesn’t act the way he does.

Now that he stopped, she’s calm. Yggy feels a bit guilty tho maybe she hit him too hard? Even though she will repair for her bad behavior. Her arm extends and gives him a pet on his head on where she hit him. There there, the pain shall go away.

     “Well, at any r--” His face, usually painted in a permanent smug smile, drops slightly when the young girls begins to pat his head like a child. Or a dog.

       “...Thank you?” A completely pure interaction without ulterior motive.. Really not the type of thing he’s accustomed to. Awkward. Placing his hat back on his head he clears his throat. “Ahem... As I was saying... If you happen to have seen the real Captain, I would appreciate pointing me in their direction.”

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ladybrandxsh:

“Tch.” The city was growing more weird and more bothersome as the weeks went on. Having already used her limit of magic for the day (on trivial things no less). 

With a growl through gritted teeth she began to kick the snowman in an attempt to force it through the doorway.  

      OOF! A strong kick!

     The snowman manages to budge a little, but in the end it stays as stuck as ever, smiling all the while... Is that a tear?

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anglerfishnabe:

Ogata’s eyebrow lowers as he stares back at the one who clearly was the one who bumped to him. Not other way around. It’s another thing whether Ogata wants to make a scene over stupid things…. 

“ Yes. They work fine. “

“ I don’t really see any drastic injuries so let’s just leave it there, hm? “

     “Yeah, right.” Chat sighs through heavy makeup. In his fingers a small sack he’s managed to pilfer is clutched, hardly well hidden as he shrugs.

     “Fine, whatever, see ya champ.” 

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@anglerfishnabe

     “Oh---!” A dramatic gasp , as high as Chat Noir’s voice can go -- accursed thing, having his magic taken away. Though his disguises are still good, they’re not at top shape.

     He turns after bumping straight into this short, angry-looking little man, a sly attempt at sneaking any bulging wallets.

     “Hey, do you, like, have eyes...?”

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@ikatkar

     “Hello, miss.” Right as she walks through the building’s exit this fashionista of a woman is bombarded with the brightest of smiles. Cute as a button in his Djeeta get-up he puts forth his hands, a box of little containers filling its space.

     “Would you like to buy a can of nuts or sweet chocolates...?”