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An affiliated rp blog for the century's greatest phantom thief, Chat Noir [Granblue Fantasy]

[forewarnedfate]

@celestial-torrent

Someone had broken into Djeeta’s house in Fibonacci. It wasn’t obvious at first---not a single item is out of place, nothing stolen or destroyed as one might expect when a thief whisks their way through another’s home. No, if anything, something had been added.

A familiar perfume would tickle the young skyfarer’s senses upon entering her own room, a breeze carried in by a slightly open window. The moon and stars were clouded over on this eve by one of many eclipses, but if she chose to investigate the darkness until she gets close---

Then, and only then, would glimmering yellow eyes open and become visible. The silhouetted thief perched on the window’s sill would disappear just before any attempt could be made to reach out to him, cackling breaking the silence of the night.

Regardless, a perfumed calling card had been placed upon her pillow, a cat-like symbol greeting Djeeta alongside familiar cursive.

My Dear Friend,

I would like to inform you that when natural light once again flits across the city of spirals I plan to steal your breath away A trail of stars shall guide your way, until the moon’s tears wash over you

Yours mysteriously, Phantom Thief Chat Noir

[justmorerpmemes]

Unspoken Fluff Starters

A gentle brush against fingers.

A head pat.

A short shoulder rub.

Leaning into their side.

Joining them in silence.

A quick hug from the side.

Sitting with them.

Bringing them a drink.

Bringing them food.

A hug from behind.

Stroking their hand.

A slight nudge of the elbow.

The lightest ‘boop’ on the nose.

A head to head touch.

A quiet evening walk.

Sharing a meal.

One resting on the other.

Giving them their coat.

Handing them a small gift.

A comforting smile.

Making space for them to sit.

A soft brush against the face.

A quiet kiss.

A comforting hug from the front.

Sharing a nap.

[forewarnedfate]

[ been pretty quiet lately bc life’s been fighting me but!!! like this post for a starter as i try to get back in the swing of things tomorrow/friday 

no cap, just gonna do my best to make it all happen as i get time ]

[forewarnedfate]

[ been pretty quiet lately bc life’s been fighting me but!!! like this post for a starter as i try to get back in the swing of things tomorrow/friday 

no cap, just gonna do my best to make it all happen as i get time ]

[forewarnedfate]

@bxsiliisk

They don’t meet face to face for some time after Chat Noir returns to the city of spirals, but there certainly are obvious hints that the phantom thief had returned to Romanus’ home.

Beautiful scarlet red roses now lined the front doorway of the house in an arch, new decorations and flora to properly welcome spring. Every item in their fridge now stared back at those who dared to throw it open: silly googly eyes plastered to cartons, tupperware, and anything else that took up space in its cold embrace.

No, it wasn’t until one late evening, the stars glimmering high above as Romanus closes up his club alone, that he meets Émile again. Slipping out of the shadows and into the light next to him, as if he’d always been there, a wicked smile alit on pretty features, he breaks the silence of the evening.

          “ Good evening, dearest heart---many a moon has passed since our last meeting, but I’m sure you can forgive my absence: fate has the oddest of whims, especially in a city such as this one. ”

[forewarnedfate]

[the granblue fantasy!!!!!!!! instagram!!!!!!!! posted a picture of my boy!!!!!!!!

this is all i’ll be talking about for the next 100 years on twitter i’m so sorry ya’ll]

[forewarnedfate]

@aneerietale

Slipping in, unnoticed, had always been an easy feat for Chat Noir. Locks never stopped him for more than a moment, and there were ways to hide in plain sight when he infiltrated more guarded areas. A necessity, when his calling cards announced his heists before they’d even begun.

This was no heist. The unseen puppet masters governing Spirale hadn’t returned his key to Romanus’ house, so Chat Noir was simply going “home.” The sun was setting over the city now, but when he arrived in his room, something was amiss. For the most part, every item was as he’d left it. The puzzle that unlocked the entrance to a secret room was untouched, all of his belongings were in order, except---

All of his blankets had mysteriously disappeared. A smile tugged up at the corners of thin lips, amusement dancing through his veins.

Well, he’d just have to pay his dear friend Nikkari a visit a little sooner than expected.

By the time darkness had truly descended over Spirale, the outside world only lit by the moon and stars, a scented calling card and a planter of red roses would be waiting on Nikkari’s bedside table. While most of the roses were true blooms, one in particular was a fraud with a proximity sensor: if anything got too close to it, water would spray out.

Dearest Nikkari,

Consider this a statement of my intentions: I’m interested in you.

Many a moon has passed since our last rendezvous beneath the stars, and tonight I plan to steal away more than just your breath.

Indulge me, and come to the window.

Yours mysteriously, Phantom Thief Chat Noir

By the time his current target had finished reading the letter, a slight breeze swept through the room: the window opened to allow the moonlight in---along with a scattering of red and pink rose petals.

And if his wishes were followed to the letter? For a brief moment, only the dazzle of the stars and moon would greet dear Nikkari; when the phantom thief did appear, he was upside down, his face obscured just as the last time. And, just like their last meeting, he slipped in to steal a kiss, before flipping and settling on the window’s frame. Only when his hat was removed and pressed to his chest did his face come into view, and he finally spoke.

          “ To go so far as to steal from a phantom thief... how delightfully bold, Nikkari. ”

Flattering, too, if it was a signal that his dear friend had missed him.

[forewarnedfate]

Chat Noir - Granblue Fantasy

the slinkiest cat man to ever live

a true gentleman leaves no puzzle unfucked

a mischievous shithead that loves childish pranks---water guns and rubber insects/snakes are not beneath him in the least

a phantom thief: he’ll send a cryptic, perfumed love letter calling card before stealing ur heart treasures

he loves beetles most, but all insects are good---in another life, he might have been an entomologist, but he can’t resist a good heist

chat’s really good with his hands, and tends to tinker around with robots and spare parts often

prefers whisking others on fun adventures to giving material gifts, but will indulge in those for certain holidays

a proud morosexual: only has eyes for his “destined rival,” detective barawa

he’ll still flirt though. a lot.

his laughter has two settings: soft and airy vs ugly cackling. which is his real laugh??? you decide

[forewarnedfate]

How amusing---the gears of fate turned ever onward, whirring and spurring far outside of one phantom thief’s control. He knew this, and yet, Chat Noir far preferred to be the one pulling the strings and setting the stage for escapades and dramatic events.

Here, in this city of spirals, he still had yet to unearth much in the way of information on their captors. This time around, he would be sure to remedy that.

Arriving in Spirale after months back in the skies he called home was strange, to say the least. A ghostly driver tried to drag him through the same motions as the first time around, but Chat was far more alert and aware this time---instead of accepting a ride to his new “home,” he waved the flickering chauffeur off, opting to take the key and wander the city properly.

Not that it mattered. The key to House 143, a residence in Fibonacci, wouldn’t truly get any use. Chat Noir turned it over in his hands several times, before pocketing it. For now, the Golden ward would work just fine as a place to live---he already had a place in mind, and a lack of key wouldn’t stop a phantom thief such as himself. Picking locks was mere child’s play.

He’d focus his efforts on getting situated, and then turn his attention to more fun priorities: namely, crafting a few surprises and fancy entrances to let his companions know he’d returned. Simply returning to business as usual would be far too dull for him, after all.

Even if he belonged in the sky, Chat Noir couldn’t exactly ignore fate’s whims---this time, he’d unravel all the secrets Spirale had to offer. All while having a little fun here and there; mischief certainly made life all the merrier.

[isolaradiale]

hi there mods! without prior reserve, i'd like to reapp chat noir from granblue fantasy. his application can be found under /app

Welcome back!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 143!

You’ll retain everything from your previous stay!

Enjoy!

–Mod Lyra

[hierichc]

forewarnedfate liked your post “Like this for a starter. Its capped at 3! People who know Ro is exempt…”

“‘Ey, you want some coffee?” Romanus hadn’t expected anyone to be awake at this time of the morning. The sun was barley peeking out to greet the world and the only things that were up were probably the birds, and maybe some other early birds out there. Romanus couldn’t stay awake and so he chose to do exactly this. Getting up, going downstairs, and fixing himself a cup of hot coffee. 

“Couldn’t sleep in?” 

[forewarnedfate]

How wonderfully unexpected. Oftentimes, when Chat Noir returned from his late night escapades, the house was still and quiet as could be---though, he usually arrived before the sun managed to stretch its way above the horizon. Some plans required a little extra time to unfold, and there was no use in rushing perfection. Especially when it involved stealing back happiness that had been unjustly taken by criminals far more selfish and cruel than he.

          “ You could say that. ”

As his lips curled upwards into a mysterious smile, he waved a hand dismissively, as something of a response to Romanus’ earlier question. Coffee would only make it more difficult to fall asleep when exhaustion set in, and he’d always preferred tea. It only took a few moments to fill up a little glass teapot with water and set it up on the stove, before Chat returned his attention to his dear friend.

          “ And what of you? Trouble sleeping, or did you plan to rise alongside the sun today? ”

[forewarnedfate]

💝!!

send me a heart to learn something about my muse! | No Longer Accepting💝: what would my muse consider a “perfect gift”?

[ A surprisingly difficult question to answer!

Despite being a phantom thief, Chat doesn’t put quite so much stock in material items as one might expect at first glance. His idea of “perfect gifts” are more tailor made experiences for those that he sets his sights on, and its shown very clearly in the way that he handles most “gift-giving holidays” when interacting with Gran/Djeeta.

For birthdays and Christmas, he’s more set on taking the captain of the Grandcypher out to do something that’s both thrilling and fun: from snowball fights and ice skating to leaving the Grandcypher on his skyskimmer alone to go anywhere they so desire.

It also shines through in how he crafts his various heists and how he interacts with Barawa and Sarya.

There is no physical perfect gift for Chat Noir. ]

[forewarnedfate]

[Hi! Correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you used to run an IB rp blog?]

[ 800 years ago, when i was just a baby eighteen year old---

yeah, i ran a garry rp blog that i dont really remember the url of anymore

that was waaayyyyy back in 2014 though, so it’s a little surprising that anyone would recognize me (i’d like to think i’ve grown up quite a bit since then!) ]

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foxfiresfancy‌:

Her frown deepens at the mention of an apology. “You hurt a lot of people, E.” The old nickname slips past her lips without her even noticing. “You hurt me, you hurt my parents and my brother.”

“Why didn’t you just tell us things at home were bad? If you needed to get out you could have come to us. We could’ve helped you, Émile.” She crosses her arms defensively, though it’s more to keep herself together than to brace for any answer her old friend may give. “I thought you knew that… I thought you trusted me…”

He can lie. Play along with the pieces of what she had said, twisting them in such a way that might appease Aysha and make her feel better. Carefully constructed lies were so much cleaner, far prettier than the reality of the situation. For several long moments, it’s more tempting than Émile would prefer to admit. He knows how to play act sincerity, tug at another’s heart strings just right to wholly be the victim.

          “ I didn’t--- ”

He won’t lie. Not this time. A deep breath is taken before he starts again, even if this is a much more intense beginning to this conversation than he had hoped for.

          “ No, I knew. Deep down, I knew you would have helped. That your family could have, willingly, separated me from mother. Not- not the first few years of it, but when I became more than just an obedient little child that couldn’t think for himself. It wasn’t lack of trust. ”

His words are a bit more hurried, still soft, but less refined in their cadence. His eyes won’t meet Aysha’s. The reality is all wrong, none of it a comfort to anyone, least of all Émile. If only his pretty, perfect lies could be the truth. Then this conversation would be simple and easy.

          “ I wanted to stay by her side. More than anything, I wanted... her to look at me and smile. Not through me---not that hollow gaze she wore at home, or the practiced smile that she feigned in public---I wanted to be seen. And loved, and thanked for all I had done, and continued to do, as her little, dutiful tool. We were both selfish. I wanted what I didn’t deserve, just as she did. You would have helped me, but I liked pretending that everything was okay when I wasn’t with her. I didn’t want anyone to see me for what I was---least of all you. I hurt everyone for my own sake. At first it was only out of fear, but it quickly twisted up. I feared and hated her, but I loved her, too, and I craved her approval. I liked other people, and I wanted them to believe me to be worthy of love, but I wanted more than that. ”

He had hoped that after so many years, it might be easier to state outright, but even now it felt like a poison slipping through his veins, leaving a burning, nasty sensation crawling beneath his skin.

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ingoldentent‌:

“Oh, I-It’s not like that!” He quickly raises his arms to dispel whatever bad impression his words just brought. “You see, my wife and I are fans of puzzles and mysteries and stuff like that, especially if it has a spooky vibe to it. You can’t blame me for wanting to learn from good craft, right?”

In particular, Battler seemed interested at the spider robots. It’s likely that such contraptions wouldn’t be approved by Knox’s Commandments, but it’s not like every mystery has to follow those. Battler points at one. “By the way, how did you control those?”

As the other man scrambled to explain himself, Chat Noir’s lips only curved ever upward; soon enough, soft laughter spilled out into the open air, and previously narrowed eyes softened.

          “ I’m only teasing---I’ve been having such fun acting the part of phantom thief, I couldn’t help myself. Puzzles and mysteries are worth exploring all the deeper, and I don’t mind satiating a fellow enthusiast’s curiosity. ”

Easier to pretend that “Chat Noir” was only an act specially put on for this haunted house. If people truly believed him to be a phantom thief, that would only make it all the harder to get others to trust him here in Spirale, especially given his current limitations. Back home in Phantagrade, his name was known across the skies, but his face... not so much.

          “ For the most part, they’re pre-programmed. I do have a device on hand to manually override them should the need arise, but I thought it would make things more seamless if I didn’t need to control each and every single one at all times. They have motion sensors to keep them from touching any of the guests, but if you’re fast, you could grab one. ”

[forewarnedfate]

mycsei‌:

  It had been awhile since he had adjusted to this life, it was strange– but quiet. Something he hadn’t been used to for a long time, not since he was much younger… in fact, it was probably the first time in years since he had even talked to any of them. Yet here he was, moving in with his youngest brother to take care of him after such a horrible accident. It really seemed as if he was out of place, as if he shouldn’t be here– but it was too late to back out now. He supposed he would just have to make do. 

  Perhaps he should clean up…? Certainly Lucifer wasn’t exactly messy– but he didn’t feel content just sitting around the house doing nothing. After all, he had finished moving in already and he didn’t have any other things that he should be doing. The best thing would probably be to wait at the hospital for Lucifer… yes, perhaps that was the best thing he could do. 

  Getting ready to go out, he couldn’t help but hear soft noises from the kitchen. Strange… he didn’t recall anyone else being home but him. His mind immediately went to a burglar breaking in. He had his fair share of people attempting to break into his living space, and though he was very quiet about where he was living at any given time… he knew stalkers always had their ways. 

  Being a bit sneaky he peaked around the door frame expecting to see a random fan breaking in, but in turn he saw quite the opposite. Émile? Someone he had worked with years ago, but he could still recognize his face. He wondered what on earth he would be doing in a place like this, much less his brother’s home. 

  Taking a step forward, he revealed himself entirely as he gave a soft sigh. He wasn’t even that much upset– mostly just confused if anything. 

            ‘ Émile…? What on earth are you doing breaking into my brother’s house?  ’

Luck seemed to be on his side tonight, or perhaps he’d just been correct in his judgement of Lucio’s behavior. The police weren’t called, nor did his old friend have any sort of weapon on hand---

At a later time, that would properly sink in, lending Émile’s thoughts to concern over the other man’s inherent lack of self-preservation and caution. Not that he had any footing to stand on, so to speak, but his sense of empathy did have a nasty habit of turning him into a hypocrite of sorts.

For now, it caused his smile to stretch ever upwards as Émile tried his best to calm his racing heart; not that his nerves were clear in his expression or body language. Nearly two decades worth of constant lying and hiding away made that all too easy. If anything, his body language remained wholly at ease.

          “ You’ve shut yourself away, Lucio---I only came to offer you some much needed companionship during this trying time. ”

[forewarnedfate]

foxfiresfancy‌:

Aysha knows someone’s coming when a handful of the foxes she was playing with scurry off in alarm. And when she turns, she finds a face that she had never expected to see again.

¨Émile…¨ The name sounds both foreign and familiar at the same time, like a word she forgot she knew. She hasn’t seen him since high school, hasn’t talked at length with him since he got caught stealing. She gives a small frown at the comment on rose petals. All of his theatrics felt tainted by his old trickery.

“What are you doing here?”

Once upon a time, the foxes tolerated his presence. They’d always loved Aysha most, but at the very least, they didn’t disappear the moment he arrived.

Things are different now. They’re no longer a kitten and a fox, playing and bickering at odd intervals as children are wont to do.

          “ I came to see you. ”

His voice is softer now, even if the sudden shift in his tone might be regarded as insincere. If nothing else, she’s actually looking at him, and there doesn’t seem to be any anger in her tone or body language yet---but whether or not that means she’ll be open to a real conversation remains to be seen. So far, breaking up the tension with his typical dramatic nonsense had failed.

That doesn’t make it any easier to be more plain about answering her question, and his eyes can’t quite meet her own as he clarifies. Not something Émile does very often even now, but hopefully that will make it all the more clear that he’s making an attempt.

          “ I'm here to apologize. I can’t possibly make up for all I’ve done, but you deserve far more than how we left things as teenagers, if you’re willing to speak with me. ”