Phantom R.

[ Independent Ask/Roleplay blog for Phantom R from the game Rhythm Thief & The Emperor's Treasure. No art is mine unless otherwise stated. ]

[noirmuses]

“ I TOL’ YA IS JUST CHARLIE, IMBÉCILE! ” Does he actually remember she HATES it when someone calls her full name? Charlie almost instantly grew angry and ready to throw her favorite soccerball aiming for the thief’s face… With the little fact that she actually is not armed with it, nor she was in her private eye attire; How inconvenient.

She softened her stance, hands going to her hips still pretty annoyed and almost just going for the use of Phantom’s face as a replace of her soccerball, but better non stain her boots with that sassy ginger. “ …. MAYBE ‘am loud, but hear me, it’s 'cos yo never hear and je préfère to slip yo snappy and non funny puns. ” Excuses.

About the hanglider… There’s a lot of a story behind that. Making a small gulp, she though of a fast excuse, false story or anything to just avoid that question. “ 'Bout it…. Little yo kno’ i’m an adult, so, i have the RIGHT to use it whenever i want. ” Eyes looking away for a moment. Yet, another excuse, Charlie wont let it slip from her tongue the fact her father indeed gifted it to her because of her unknown birthday and because she loves seeing Paris from the skies. No one will ever know.

“Anyways- ” A forced cough. “ I have been investigating and…” With that, she placed a hand on her chin, thoughtful. “ I’ve wantin’ to ask personally for what yo really steal these artwork. ” With a little sigh of resignation, Charlie lets the Thief speak, but first-

“ Yor friend, the Violin player, or better said, yo petite amie, knows how to keep secrets so i have meant to ask you, personally.” Now with a more polite voice, but keeping her rather angry expression. “ Yo can see i WASN’T prepared for this so anyways i prefer now askin’ than havin’ to give ya a penalty kick to the head any other night i find ya stealin’.  ” The private eye says, her sharp gaze not looking away from the ginger, arms crossed and waiting for a response, no soccerballs, no force for now. She hated the idea of not using force on someone who CLEARLY she wanted to at least hit one time. He deserved it anyways for that one time at the opera long ago!

[voleurdulouvre]

Ahhh…her little outbursts. It was nice to see that R could still push her buttons with a practiced ease. That was good. As much as he still considered the blonde a friend despite their distance, she still was one of his main obstacles when it came to heists. Opponents that were predictable were very, very nice.

“I happen to think my puns are très bien! I work very hard on them, detective. My feelings are hurt.”

The question of his motives, along with the mention of Marie as his petite amie is enough to throw R for a loop, smile falling off his lips. Geeze, so much for being predictable! Charlie had never actually just asked him why he stole things, and Marie…He clears his throat, the faintest hint of pink flaring up on the skin under the shadow of his hat as he takes a moment to compose himself. Honestly…

“Marie is lovely, but we’re just friends.” He replies, stressing the fact. She was lovely and pure and didn’t need him messing up her now perfect life. It was a sin to cause an angel to fall, and though he was nothing if not a sinner he wasn’t willing to taint an angel. Plus, relationships were so time consuming. “When on earth would I even have time for that? Come on Charlie, I’m a full time criminal.”

“But anyway, as for your actual question…Well, I can’t exactly tell you that now can I? My mystique is part of my allure~” Though he flashes her a grin and jaunty tip of his hat it never quite reaches his eyes, and after a moment the Phantom lets it all fall from his face completely.

“...In all seriousness though, I really can’t tell you.” No one really knew the entire story concerning his father except for the twins. And, all things willing, that’s how it would stay. “It’s personal. Sorry. You can go ahead and get mad at me if you want.”

[coccinellc]

Oh, great. Exactly what she needed—a thief with Chat Noir’s attitude. While Ladybug had been at first slightly amused by the whole thing ( the fact that he probably wasn’t an akuma added onto the strangeness of the situation ), now her eyes narrowed, and any trace of mirth in her expression was gone. 

While her main job was—of course—dealing with Le Papillon’s brainwashed henchmen, that didn’t mean she couldn’t stop more traditional crime. Like redheads attempting to steal from the Louvre. At least he wasn’t going after something obvious like the Mona Lisa. 

The fact that he’d only heard of her via radio was somewhat odd. Either he was playing oblivious, or had been living under a rock; she and Chat Noir had been in the eye of the public for an entire year now. This guy didn’t even have the ‘foreigner’ excuse; he was clearly Parisian, or French at the very least. 

Her gaze flicked to the dog at his side, whom hopefully wouldn’t serve as a problem. She didn’t have to worry about him biting through her suit, but didn’t want to know how far he would go to protect his master. 

The heroine had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes at the other’s theatrics, shifting her body weight slightly. She settled instead for flat disinterest in her expression, watching as he bowed. There was no doubt; he was loving this whole thing.

When he finally revealed his ‘explanation’, Ladybug raised a brow, her head tilting to the side. Phantom R…why did that sound familiar? Deciding she would worry about that later, she shrugged slightly. 

“Well, I have a perfectly reasonable response to that—no can do, Monsieur Fantôme. You do still have the chance to come quietly, though.”

[voleurdulouvre]

His lip quirk up in amusement as his eyes lid.

“…Come quietly, huh?” He muses as his posture slowly straightens. “It’s been a while since I’ve heard that request. Unfortunately, Mademoiselle Coccinelle, the role of quirky teen justice-seeker who tries to apprehend the Rhythm Thief is already taken. I can let it slide for now, but this time please do try to choose a different character to play.”

Though his tone remains lighthearted as he speaks, his gaze is sharp as he goes over what he knows of the masked girl in front of him. From all the reports he had read, Ladybug and her feline partner were, for all intents and purposes, bona fide superheroes. Which was fine. This wouldn’t be the first time he’s squared off against Parisians with powers. Heck, with his own enhanced abilities some even suspected R had a little something more himself. Normal teens weren’t exactly able to outrun cops on roller-skates or take out armored knights with their bare hands, though he attributed that more to intensive training and his own personal arrangement with Lady Luck. …Or, the other Lady Luck as it were. So, he wasn’t too worried about actually getting caught, it just meant that he would have to be cleverer in how he did things.

In the distance behind Ladybug, he could see the entrance of the hallway he had been making his way towards. Though the painting he had been after still remained out of sight at their current position, the thief could imagine quite clearly what was happening. His two companions, or ‘back-up dancers’ as the press had dubbed them, would have no doubt heard the commotion and begun to take things into their own hands. They were good like that-as they should be, considering they were technically his superiors. Really, without them he wouldn’t have been able to do half of these ‘impossible’ heists. Barring any complications, like a kitty cat hero joining the fray, they would be doing what he couldn’t at the moment. All he had to do was keep the spotlight on himself and provide an entertaining show.

If all else fails they’d just regroup and come back later.

“But, back to the problem at hand. I see you’re looking pretty determined to keep me away from my target, and if I try to go around you you’ll just Wonder Woman me with your yo-yo of power, right?” R murmurs, reaching up to brush back a lock of ginger hair from in front of his ear. Slender fingers trail along the wireless earbud hooked there, searching for the play button. Soft, barely audible music begins to funnel into his brain, just loud enough to give him a little background music to groove to. “Guess we don’t have much choice then.”

Fondue’s ears prick up, noticing the change in his master’s tone. He tenses, eyes focusing on the girl in front of him as R brings his hand to the brim of his hat.

“Well,” his fingers slide along the brim, dark eyes flashing. “Let’s cheese it, Fondue!”

The dog leaps forward with a bark, aiming for the heroine’s legs as the ginger spins on his heel. The idea was for the canine to bounce off of Ladybug like she was one of their stunt walls to stumble her, then join the Phantom in his escape. At the very least he was hoping to startle her for just a moment. Most people didn’t quite know how to react to a small dog getting in their way, and he was willing to bet that she was one of those people who wouldn’t just kick a poor, defenseless animal. He hoped. The dog was just as resourceful as his owner though-he wasn’t too worried.

As for the young man himself, he was busy taking off down the hall, attempting to use the various other structures as cover. That would hinder her a little, right? Maybe? Ranged weapons were such a bother. If he could just get to an exit and outside to the city proper Paris would help hide him. She always did.

 

[voleurdulouvre]

[ Sorry for the absence, guys! Look for replies tomorrow when I actually can type them up without falling asleep at the computer. ]

[noirmuses]

And here he goes again with his teasing. It really ticked off the private eye, especially with all the flirty motions the thief did to her. With his words, the detective raised an eyebrow, certainly not impressed and then a soft huffing. ‘’I’m not THAT loud Phantom! Quit it. ‘’ She said, annoyed already. 

‘’ …. ‘’ To the rest of what Phantom had to say, Charlie softened her expression, folding her arms and her gaze shifting to somewhere else, only avoiding eye contact with the ginger. ‘’ I thought ya’ would have forgotten ‘bout this place, what happened, the adventures… Stuff y‘kno. ‘’ 

Her expression changed to an annoyed one now, still, she feels glad the thief hasn’t been gone fo so many time, but she wont let him see her softer side THAT easy. With a sarcastic tone she says. ‘’ I’d prefer to go flying ‘round paris in my hanhglider that actually seeing ya’ phantom. Unless ya’ up to something else… ‘’ The young detective gazing fiercely at the Thief.

[voleurdulouvre]

“You are extraordinarily loud, Charlotte.” R replies, smile never faltering. No one in the constabulary would deny the fact. She very much took after her father in that regard.

“…Of course I didn’t forget. How on earth could I forget what happened here?” The whole adventure with Napoleon had burned itself in his mind. It was when he had met Marie and Charlotte. Saved Paris from the Hanging Gardens. Saw his father. No, it was absolutely impossible for him to forget the events that had happened or the people that he met. “I just had some business to look into-regarding what happened, actually. But I always planned on coming back here. Paris is my home.”

He lets that hang in the air for a moment, his dark eyes intense as they focus on her face. And then she makes that other little comment and he can’t help but laugh.

“Right. Of course. You and that hang glider. How’d you even convince your dad to let you get something like that?” The thief asks, a thoughtful look on his face. He had…actually always wondered that. Who lets a young teen fly one of those around a heavily populated city? Didn’t you need a license for that or something? Anyway.

“But of course I’m going to be up to something. I’m a thief, remember? Give me a few days to get situated again and I’ll be back to stealing things like the old days, don’t you worry!”

[noirmuses]

‘’ I certainly DON’T care ‘bout ya’ being here first. You could have chosen just ignore me but no! You come here with yo’ incidental existence here.’’ 

‘’ But…’’   ‘’ It’s been plenty time not seeing ya’ too. So. You were missed. Not like i’d like you comin’ here every time you feel like invading my days. ‘’ Giving a small sigh.

[voleurdulouvre]

His grin grows, dark eyes seeming to flash with amusement despite the shadow cast by the brim of his hat. She always seemed to get so set off by him; it seems like all he had to do was breathe in her general vicinity to get her huffing and puffing with annoyance. Her reactions were funny and honestly one of the biggest reasons he dared to poke fun at her. 

“What? Ignore you? Detective, I don’t think that’s possible. You’re much too loud for that. And even if I did ignore you, you would have just come over here to fuss at me for doing so anyway!” He teases, crossing his arms over his chest. The smirk falls a little with her next words though, his expression softening.

“...I missed you too. Sorry, I didn’t mean to be gone for that long.” And that was the truth. “But, I’m back now! So that means you’ll be seeing plenty of me from now on. Aren’t you excited?”

[voleurdulouvre]

Continued from (here)

Oh, goodness. Just what he needed-another misguided soul trying to stop him from getting at the artwork. If only he could tell them exactly why he stole pieces of art only to return them days later, but that would potentially mean exposing his dad’s deeds. Even though the old man had been long since absent, he couldn’t help but feel some sort of loyalty to him. He was the only family he had left, anyway.

Still, instead of getting upset, a smile grows on R’s face. He had always been much too curious for his own good, and had quite the penchant for flirting with danger if his interactions with the Inspector’s daughter were any indication.

“With that outfit and motive, I’m guessing you’re the coccinelle I’ve been hearing about? What do you think, Fondue?” The dog who had quite firmly planted himself between his master and this newcomer lets out a sharp, terse bark.

“Oh, come now. You know about her-we’ve heard the stories on the radio. The ones with the catchy little jingle; ‘Une Ladybug, porte-bonheur! Lady Magique et Lady Chance~!’” He hums, a hand lifting automatically to snap with the beat. Fondue, however, remains unimpressed despite the musical demonstration, and the criminal gives a little sigh and shake of his head.

“Well, I think it’s catchy. Anyway, we were talking about my explanation, right? It’s simple, really.” R places a hand on his hat as he speaks, ducking into a low, sweeping bow. “I’m here to steal ‘The Lacemaker’.”

His eyes scrunch mischievously from underneath the brim of his hat as he straightens up, smile tugging at his lips.

“It may not seem reasonable to you, but it would if you were Phantom R. And since he is me, I find it to be the perfectly reasonable explanation I said it would be.”

[voleurdulouvre]

@foxxiisms has stepped into the spotlight!

There’s a moment of silence as Phantom R regards the young man in front of him, one hand on his hip while the other rests on his chin in a typical, pondering fashion.

“…Alright, so explain what’s going on for me.” He finally says, gesturing to the whole spandex-like, fox motif the other male had going on. It was really quite impressive and orange, bright enough to lure the redhead off track to come and take a closer look at the other figure who was also darting across the rooftops. What could he say? Curiosity catches the thief.

“I can tell you have a very obvious fox theme, of course, but why do you have a very obvious fox theme?” Did it have something to do with the strange events that had swept across Paris in the past year or so? But all he had heard about were insects and cats, not canids. Hmmm…

[voleurdulouvre]

@rhythmicphysicist has stepped into the spotlight!

“-Well, well.”

The young woman is given a slow once over-or, at least her outfit is. Sure, there were more embellishments in the jacket of the feminine kind, and the color was most definitely different (no doubt to match her hair color), but there was no denying the remarkable similarities the suit had to his own.

“How curious. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that I have a fan.” He remarks with a tip of his hat and trademark grin. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time that had happened anyway. “But whatever the case may be, mademoiselle, I like your style.”

[noirmuses]

‘’ … ‘’

‘’ What i needed… The annoying thief now invading my peaceful existence here.‘’

[voleurdulouvre]

“Shouldn’t that be my line, ma cherie? Unless I’m completely mistaken, I was here first.”

[kathechanthecat]

Drew a little crossover between Miraculous Ladybug & Rhythm Thief. I just swapped their clothes~ xD

I still find it a little bit scary that Adrien & Raphael share so many similarities~ x’D

Oh and I hate drawing instruments…..like seriously. XD

[voleurdulouvre]

Rhythm King’s Return

Tiles crunch underneath polished dress shoes as the thief walks along the rooftop’s edge. A white dog pads quietly along beside him, nose twitching as the scents of the city below rises on the cool night air. They were familiar and comforting. He remembers this place. He had once called its many sprawling streets home.

A similar sense of familiarity distracts his master; dark colored hues scan over the skyline laid out before him, taking in the beauty that was La Ville Lumière on a clear night. Maybe it’s just his imagination, but Paris seemed to be especially vibrant this evening. Almost like it was showing off, showing a certain art thief what he had been missing while he was out gallivanting around other parts of the world. He’s appreciative of such a warm welcome, he really is.

“So, what do you think Fondue? How’s it feel to be home?” The mutt beside him lets out a soft woeuf and wags his tail in response, to which the redhead gives an agreeing nod. He could always count on his partner-in-crime for some good insight into the situation, even if the conversation was mostly in his head. When your family dips out on you at a young age you tended to develop a habit of talking to everything. At least talking to his dog made him look slightly less lonely.

Turning his gaze back to the city below, he curls an arm around his waist, hand going to rest on his chin as he continues the conversation, making sure to leave ample time for the dog’s ‘reply’.

“Yes, I agree. It has been some time. But things are familiar nonetheless, non?” For the most part at least. There were some new additions that seemed to have sprung up overnight, but nothing that would hinder their progress too badly. Fondue, at least, seemed to agree to that as well, judging by the way he was currently scratching his ear oh so intently.

“It’s a very good thing, considering that we’re going to have to remember our old routes and tricks if we’re going to have any chance in picking back up where we were before we left. There is still plenty of artwork still waiting in the Louvre.” The twins had been gracious enough to watch over the pieces he had yet to switch back, and while he was out he had recovered more of the originals that had been replaced by fakes. At this rate R would never be able to return everything back to its place even with is backup dancers’ help. How did had his father done it? And speaking of fathers…

“Yes, yes. I know the detective and her Père are still out there. They’ll both have loads to say to me, I’m sure.” Especially the younger Vergier. She never had been shy about giving him a piece of her mind. He couldn’t help but wonder if she still used a football to try and force criminals into surrender. The thought brings a smile to his face and he shakes his head, continuing with the thoughts that were crossing his mind.

“Mmm, I heard about the weird things that have been going on in Paris lately, but what do you expect? It is Paris. If anywhere could be terrorized by insects of all things, it’s here. Maybe we’re just lucky that they aren’t undead insect emperors, back from the grave to rule the city once more.” Butterflies. Who on earth was threatened by butterflies? Or was it the ladybugs and cats that were causing problems? The city just seemed to have developed a nuisance animal problem the moment he left. It was sure to make heists interesting, from the reports he had read.

“Yes, it’s probably going to complicate things, but it really can’t be helped, can it? We’ll just have to make do like we always have. Besides, it could be fun! Oh, don’t give me that look, Fondue. You know you enjoy it as much as I do.” Fondue barks and R unfurls his arms from around himself to stand up straight.

“Anyway, we’ve got a lot of work to do tonight to prepare, don’t we?” With a silent command of his hand, his animal companion hops up onto all four paws while the thief tugs the brim of his hat down. A familiar, confident smile grows on his lips as he clears his throat before lifting a hand in the air in his trademark pose.

“It’s Showtime!”

[voleurdulouvre]

        “My father taught me a lot. Like, ‘never take stuff that doesn’t belong to you’.            And, before you ask: no, this art doesn’t belong to me. It’s a long story.”

                                                  VOLEUR DU LOUVRE

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