I’ve frozen time for just long enough to say my farewells, and for you to witness the fruits of our handiwork. As it happens, it’s also enough time for a brew.
>casually reveals it can freeze time so it can make a cup of tea

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I’ve frozen time for just long enough to say my farewells, and for you to witness the fruits of our handiwork. As it happens, it’s also enough time for a brew.
>casually reveals it can freeze time so it can make a cup of tea
What powers would you give CN to balance his and Ladybugs moveset?
I remember seeing this amazing post that gave chat noir and Ladybug more powers and a balanced move set that really set the cat and Ladybug miraculous apart. (if someone could find it, that would be great)
Lets see, Chat noir’s unique ability is Cataclysm.
Ladybug’s unique abilities are Lucky charm, Purification, and Miraculous healing.
I guess night vision could also go to Chat noir but I am unsure of how unique it is.
Giving Chat noir an equivalent to Ladybug’s powers would not really work as he is considered the Yang to Ladybug’s Yin, but I did think of some solutions: to give him one of the following.
Catastrophe- When touched with Chat noir’s other hand, the user begins to experience large amounts of bad luck for a short period of time. Chance always turns against the user.
Shadow cat: Have Chat noir able to hide inside shadows, that would be really cool, plus his night vision would be really useful with it.
Cat-sume: Chat noir is able to steal dark energy, like purification but instead of dispelling the evil entirely, Chat noir uses it as a means to fuel his transformation. (can replace a 5 minute recharge)
These are just some suggestions to give Chat noir a bit more of a unique move set to have him stand apart from the temporary heroes.
The other put his fingers to his temples. Then, the blaring alarm bells fell quiet, and the room was still. As if looking upon a moving picture book, the five occupants of the room watched as a moment in the other’s life appeared in their minds:
i love finding out what else this guy can do. why can you do that. i love you.
oooooough my other #myother
The other had quite the pace, and Chris struggled to keep up. Several times he found himself running down the wrong corridor, only for the other’s shadow to appear in an opposing direction.
He instantly spied the hooded ghost meandering by the lonely observation window. The other’s billowing cloak shimmered like an inky mirror, reflecting the same pattern of stars that were dappled across the void.
This figure was obviously transformed since the girl Chris had met duelling the Pythia. Now it seemed the other was wearing a male body. He was a younger man, with a quiet and brooding look in his eyes.
They were so distracted by their work that they didn’t spare so much as a glance to check if anyone was watching.
Chris took a step forward, and in tandem, the other stepped closer to the glass. As Chris crept again, and the other was now pressed, hood-first, against the window. Chris took another tip-toe closer. Without looking back, the other nonchalantly passed through the observation barrier as though it wasn’t there. After another step, the other stood in the wild abyss outside.
In the infinite expanse, he spotted the tiny form of the other caught amidst the cosmos. Occasionally, the miniscule shadow crouched down to place something upon a star, as if planting tiny seeds in a bed of soil. Chris was awestruck; the puzzlement settled over his face in a slack-jawed mask. Yet despite his amazement, Chris had to know what this strange cosmic gardener was playing at.
it's literally a strange cosmic gardener......
“Silence!” The girl spoke in a commanding and strong tone that belied her diminutive physical presence. She pointed a finger at the board and shouted, “Sepulchasm!” Trembling quakes shook the temple’s foundations. The tiles of the board and floorboards beneath began to split into a jagged crack. Chris saw the strain on the Pythia’s face. The other stood at the edge of the crack, peering into the cavernous depths before her.