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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 25, 2016 23:03:15 GMT
"You...left?"
A hint of frustration laced the question. Shadow understood why Chat did that - his secret identity leading to her getting hurt if the wrong people finding out, the fear of her getting angry when the truth did come out, Cinder being out there - but it was immature and stupid on Yang's part. A heartbroken girl was one thing, a heartbroken girl trying to survive on her own with multiple people breathing down her neck? Sure, she was tough, but she was inexperienced. Running away and punching fire would only get her so far.
Instead of chastisizing Chat, Shadow leaned against the balcony. The water was rippling, probably a boat had passed during their conversation. He contemplated Chat's question, silently mulling over everything that had occurred.
"To be honest, I don't know how I do it myself. I've been a fighter ever since I've lived on the street to now. I guess I just...put my physical side first and left my emotions out."
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 25, 2016 23:15:00 GMT
"Cinder only knew I favored Yang because she and her lackeys say me coming and going. I thought... If I broke things off... If I left, they'd leave her alone." Chat said.
He knew he made a mistake but he had only been thinking of Yang's safety. The stubborn woman refused to tell Cinder anything. Chat didn't deserve that sort of loyalty. Not when he couldn't even man up and tell her who he was in real life, even though he almost desperately wanted to. A little bit of hurt, he thought, was okay. He had hoped that Yang would forget about him, move on, but he knew he couldn't. She had left a bigger mark on him than he thought.
"I... don't think I'm so good at that," Chat said.
Chat Noir was Adrien's emotional side. 1000% emotions first. Chat Noir was wild, rush in, think later, instinct, and quick fire remarks. When he was Adrien, he was prim, proper, the perfect gentleman. Polite, civil, calm, never raising his voice above a speaking octave. He could separate them without the mask but he certainly didn't want to act like 'Adrien' around Yang.
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 26, 2016 3:39:59 GMT
"Surely there are other ways that they haven't noticed...." Worry hedged on Shadow's asking. If Cinder's eyes had seen Chat coming and going, there were chances other people would have. People who take the identity of Chat Noir, Adrien Agaste, and mar it. Worse, police that weren't in the Others Unit who could rat Yang out. He wanted to waft everything away, but he couldn't. His hand Clem he'd and he punched the beam.
"Why does every time I want to help, it goes to shit?!" He growled rhetorically. "That brunette girl was right; I'm awful at my job."
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 26, 2016 3:49:32 GMT
"I don't know. I wasn't thinking at the time." Chat said.
He thought the darkness covered him. No one else had figured out who he was. He had been so careful with everything. Even leaving no evidence behind when he broke into places. But Cinder and her spies had wanted him. Badly. They had been looking for him. Luckily no one would sell him out to the media, or if they tried, he could buy out the paper and refuse to let them run the story. Or well, he could do it the fun way and steal the evidence. He should probably do that for the things the BPD collected on him but really hoped not to damage relations with the officers who did like him.
"W-What?" Chat asked, taken back by Shadow's rage. "You're a great cop. That's why I kept working with you and Sunshine. You actually give a damn about the city."
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 26, 2016 7:00:09 GMT
Shadow was still seething, highlighted by the more intense look in his red eyes. He wasn't speaking, but his spiked body was. His hand quivered on the edge of the patio. It all was wrong. Chat and Yang were both in trouble, but he wasn't mad at them. Pitch had stolen his memories, but he wasn't, well, as angry with him as he normally would be. Aqua had accused him of stealing a mission important to her when really all he did was make sure a clue was one not placed by a monster still roaming the streets, but he wasn't mad at her.
He was angry at himself. For not remembering anything, for constantly getting people in trouble.
"Well, the city doesn't seem to give a damn about me," he finally replied. "I don't even know who I am."
It wad the first he had ever mentioned his amnesia to anyone outside of the department. Yang had been an exception. Part of him knew Chat wouldnt understand, but the kid had proven himself trustworthy. It was only fair to open up the big lock he had.
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 26, 2016 17:08:32 GMT
Chat looked down at the floor. Maybe the whole city didn't care what happened to Shadow, but Shadow had a lot of friends and other people who would care about him. Sunshine. The BPD. Yang obviously thought something about Shadow if she spoke to the police officers about him. He figured there was something bothering Shadow, not just lady problems. Should have been obvious since he literally attacked a trash can but Chat had focused in on one problem, relating it to his own and really he wouldn't have worked it out without Shadow but still. He wanted to help the officer.
"You... don't know who you are?" he asked.
Shadow had seemed so certain of well everything. Not being certain about himself, was another thing entirely. Shadow seemed so furious. Chat didn't know what he could do to help.
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 26, 2016 23:08:50 GMT
"...No. There are just...pieces of memories, but I can't make them fit."
All those pieces were just movies playing in his mind. A very disjointed one at that. There was the constant memories he had of Maria, both positive and negative - including the time she was killed right before him.; the memory of her making him promise something before he was sent who-knows-where; the day the sky turned red cancelling out all the blue; the demonic eye that followed him everywhere, and even in the present was pestering him, rewarding him with images of the worst of humanity; the memory of Pitch saying he had Shadow's memories in tact. How did it all come together?
"I just know several facts. Apparently I'm a...homunculus...at least, that's what someone keeps telling me. My only friend was a little girl. She was killed by the government for...something. After that, nothing....I see this devil....and Pitch...and that's it." He put a hand against his temple, grimacing as his temple pounded against his head.
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 26, 2016 23:21:20 GMT
"I..."
Memories were out of Chat's power to influence. No amount of money or theft in the world could fix. He bit his lip. There was nothing he could do to fix broken memories. It really bothered him to see how upset this made Shadow. They had literally just bonded over their love lives, or lack thereof, but Shadow was a good cop and an okay guy when he let his guard down a little. Chat didn't want to see him suffering like this. It really felt like Shadow had a lot on his shoulders so the least he could do was listen to the poor guy.
"Do you know any dreamwalkers?" Chat asked. "They can wake up lost memories."
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 27, 2016 2:21:38 GMT
There was a pause for a while. Shadow was letting his mind settle. So much had been put on his mind, and here he was spitting them out to a cat burglar slash aristocrat who was way younger than him. Deja vu, much? He had done this to Sunshine when they first met, but that was to ignore the pain and fear for both of them. He lifted his head up, if not slowly. Chat was doing his best to help, which was refreshing to say the least. The kid wasn't offering money or anything, just suggesting something that could work.
"Our sketch artist at work has similar powers, but she's too afraid to use them. She told me herself," he answered.
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 27, 2016 2:41:37 GMT
"Sounds like she needs someone to build her confidence up," Chat said. "Or teach her how to use her magic? Maybe we could find someone to help her and then she could help you. Everyone wins."
It sounded plausible. He knew what it was like to be afraid to use your powers. He seldom ever used his. Mostly because of the destructive properties his touch could have to something. Hence, the gloves. But the sketch artist could definitely be taught how to control her powers. That was something Chat could work with. Or Shadow. They could look for someone to help this sketch artist out.
"Or we could try to trigger the memories by having you repeat what you already remember?"
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 27, 2016 16:17:29 GMT
"She's shy around people. Having someone force her into using them would probably make her not want to use them at all....then again, easing her is different." And having Namine be too afraid was the last Shadow wanted to do. He had remembered that glimmer of fear flash across her eyes when she spoke about her abilities. The way she called herself a witch, like she had been imposed to say it. She needed someone who could comfort her into doing this...there were a select few...
"...the one person I could talk to is pissed off at me. I made a mistake of going too far with something personal to her. The question is how to apologize to a Seelie's who trust has been broken before."
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 27, 2016 16:29:56 GMT
"Making her comfortable enough to use her powers might take a bit more time," Chat agreed, "But the outcome would be good for both of you."
The girl wouldn't be afraid of herself anymore. Her powers wouldn't be unchecked. She might even get more self confidence from the sounds of things. Earning someone's trust back on the other hand, is not something Chat had experience in. He was likely not to win Yang back. But at least she would still be alive. He told himself it was a small price to pay, but this was Shadow's life. He truly needed the dream walker girl or the seelie faery to help him. His memories were important, even Chat knew that.
"Seelie Faeries?" Chat asked. "Well, they're usually benevolent creatures. If you're lucky, she won't hold a grudge for long. Other than that... I don't think I know anything useful about faeries unless you want to know that she probably puts honey in her milk."
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 27, 2016 16:51:05 GMT
Well, the good news was Chat and Shadow were on the same page. In retrospect, they always had been, but the cop's initial mistrust had blinded him to that truth. It had only been when discovering the claims had a shred of proof that his claims were true that Shadow had gone from distrust/dislike to tolerate. Tolerate was breaking bit by bit to like.
Not so much for watching him sleep, though, as he yawned. "Honey and milk next to her tea. Got it" he stretched back, looking over the roofs. "Not to sound like a cop, but don't you have a curfew? The last thing I want to do is escort Chat Noir to a litterbox."
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Post by skyeknight on Nov 27, 2016 16:56:23 GMT
"Let me know if I can do anything to help with any of that." Chat said.
He stretched after Shadow yawned. His own sudden weariness dawning on him. He had been out almost all night. That was going to make his photo shoot the next morning absolute murder. Oh well... Talking with Shadow had been good. Nice even. But the officer probably needed his rest as much as Chat did, so he moved back to the porch and paused at the door. Unable to resist one last joke before he left.
"Ha ha. There's a difference between the litter box and the 'dog house' but you bring up a good point. I better go and get a cat nap in before the day starts."
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Post by Zuyuri on Nov 27, 2016 19:26:42 GMT
"I'll leave out a can of tuna if you ever want to chat again."
The dry delivery of the retort was the last thing Shadow said before he shut the door to the balcony. The kid had a good heart after all. A sliver of him hoped things between and Yang, both of them deserved each other in a strange sense. And he realized, he needed Chat in a weird way, to show all criminals weren't in that same mold. ((End thread))
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