#slick squid

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“H-hey! Let GO of me!”

Slick tossed Michelle over her shoulder. "No! I need to get you to safety!" She said, tossing her whip toward a rooftop and leaping away. "it's too dangerous. This Akuma can trap and use you against us!" She explained, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. It was someone who called themselves "Antique," and they had the power to turn civilians into small statues and make them fight in an akumatized form.

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First Encounter Friday (closed RP with @chatonerrant )

Jeoffry ran a fry stand, a nice one at that. He has a policy where if any customer was unsatisfied they'd get a free order the next time they came. Unfortunately, some people sought to lie about their satisfaction to get free meals. And once he overheard some people laughing over how stupid he was for believing them, he snapped. A black and purple butterfly flew into his french fry hat.

"People shouldn't take good service for granted. It's not fair! Good people like you don't deserve those bullies, and good people stand up to bullies. Fryboy, if you give me Ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculouses, you can stand up to all the bullies in the world!" The voice echoed in Jeoffry's head.

"Sounds perfect, Hawkmoth!"

Jeoffry and his cart were surrounded in purple clouds. When they faded, his cart was a gigantic fry vat with steel arms holding a french fry bag, ready to dump whatever went in it into the oil. The frycook himself had a pure yellow body a red and white paper cape along with his hat. In his arms were a pair of gigantic tongs, perfect for tossing people into his fry vat.

"You take advantage of me, and I'll take advantage of your fatty goodness! BAHAHAHA!" The Fryboy cried as he grabbed and tossed victims into the bag. "Once my bag is full of all of the citizens of Paris, I'll make a truly amazing bag of FRENCH fries! Ooh hoo hoo ha!"

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“Okay, fine—I’ll do it. But you have to kiss me first.” - Chat Noir

Slick burst into a fit of giggles, covering her mouth and leaning back. She nearly fell over the edge of the rooftop they were sitting on, but easily got back up. "Chat you're such a flirt! Alright fine. I'll give you a pec if you ask..." She leaned back over the edge, completely upside down with little to no effort. She scanned the scene before pointing to a group of girls walking down the street. "one of them for their number! If you get it you get another kiss! If you don't..." She sat up in thought. "You have to buy me lunch!"

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INTRODUCING STARTER CALLS!

I will be posting head shots of my OCs that you can like if you’d like to receive a RP starter involving the specified character! For example, if you like a starter call with Brittany’s face, then you’ll get a starter with her! I’m planning on drawing the rest of my characters so I can have starter calls for each of them!

For now, enjoy these two miraculous head shots!

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Colors of the Shadows (Closed RP with @hadrianuspisica)

@hadrianuspisica

It was a pitch black night. Neither the stars nor the moon were within sights over the quiet city of Paris. It seems as even those with negative emotions were asleep as well as there wasn’t a villain to be seen. Most would find it relaxing, but others would find it nerve-wracking. One could show up the second they decided to call it a night and by the time the hero arrived it could be too late.

She wasn’t the best at night, due to her sunglass-like means of identity protection, but Slick Squid had a duty to the city. She had to keep watch, no matter the conditions. Even if she couldn’t do much, any amount of help was help enough. At least that’s what Ladybug told her.

From her perch atop a rooftop, Slick shot an ink-whip out which latched onto something in the distance that was barely within sights of the heroine. She jumped off of the building to swing to the next part of the city and continue her patrol.

However, her limited sight finally took a toll on her. Whatever she had latched onto mustn’t have been the sturdiest, or had little friction. Slick Squid could feel her most thought about fear coming true as the tip of the whip slid into the air. With a small gasp, she was in the hands of gravity now, falling through the air. She had gotten around halfway through the swing, so she had some momentum to keep her from falling straight down. Instead it was a diagonal decent that left her spiraling through the air and more afraid than ever. A high-pitched scream escaped her lips, no matter how much she didn’t like to disturb others.