The neighborhood he'd been doing a final run-through of was very poorly located; close enough to the shore to fall victim to the massive flooding, and on enough of a downslope to have become stuck in what was currently a huge rushing river. Leaping from roof to roof was only barely keeping him out of the water, with most of the older houses already toppled by the vicious current and even some of the newer ones wavering under the force of the water.
And in the middle of it all, a faint noise that sounded a lot like a meow. He paused atop a rooftop, scanning for the source of the tiny noise in all the surrounding chaos, and when he finally spotted it he wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or cry.
A cat. Stuck in a tree. Luckily it was a large and sturdy tree that was holding up against the furiously rushing water pretty well, but he wouldn't have wanted to bet his life on it holding up.
He did have his priorities. Human (and sentient alien) life was the most important thing, he couldn't go dashing off to save every stray while there were people in need of help. He knew that.
But then again, this area had already been cleared for the most part. He'd only been doing a quick once-over to be sure of that. And he loved cats, and the thing sounded so sad and scared...
He didn't think on it for very long. Adrien extended his staff and took a running start, propping its end at the lip of the roof and pole-vaulting his way over the water. He landed perched atop a telephone pole, miraculously somehow still standing though it gave a dangerous wobble as he hit it, and used that to make the final jump over to the tree.
Either he really was just naturally great with cats, or the thing was scared shitless enough to dive on the first hope of safety it had, as it literally dove into his arms with enough force that he had to steady himself against the tree trunk to avoid falling out.
"Hey, hey -- ow!" Gingerly, he plucked its claws out from where they were digging into his shoulder and went right on with the soothing nonsense babble. "It's okay, little guy. You're gonna be purrfecly fine now, let's just--"
He turned just in time to see the telephone pole go down, finally toppled as something heavy in the water's current hit it and knocked it loose. It was swept away before he could even process what was happening, and then he was left sitting there on his branch as he took in the fresh lack of anything to jump to nearby. Even if he could reach the nearest roof at his new staff's greatest extended length, there was no room to vault from the tree, and propping it up in the rushing water would have certainly only succeeded in tearing the staff right from his hand.
He was very much stuck.
Ladybug would have killed him. He was almost glad she wasn't here to see her cat caught in the most cliched situation possible.
F.
Perched atop a shop roof, Adrien had taken charge of making sure this area was being properly evacuated. And for the most part, it was, with most of the locals having enough sense to do as they were told and hurry along to the nearest evac point. All Adrien had to do was shout directions over the noise and occasionally yell at someone to slow down where they were beginning to panic and push. Not all the locals were so reasonable, however, and his catlike hearing caught the sound of shattering glass over the mass of barely-calm evacuees.
Darting a block down towards the source of it, he found a man wrestling some large electronic out the door of a shop, and by the broken glass he very much doubted the legality of the whole situation.
"Hey, knock it off!" he shouted, dropping into the street to yell more directly at the looter. "Is that thing really worth your life? Get going!"
Apparently, the looter in question took the approach from a superhero less as 'wise advice to get his ass in gear and evacuate' and more as 'potential punishment for his theft'. He dropped the expensive-looking device he'd been hauling, and Adrien thought the guy was actually listening to him until a knife was pulled and shakily aimed at him.
"Woah, woah, no need for that!" Adrien hopped backwards to avoid a frantic first swing, hands up in that universal sign for I come in peace. But perhaps it was less universal than he thought, as the looter apparently found no comfort in it and took another swipe at him.
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The neighborhood he'd been doing a final run-through of was very poorly located; close enough to the shore to fall victim to the massive flooding, and on enough of a downslope to have become stuck in what was currently a huge rushing river. Leaping from roof to roof was only barely keeping him out of the water, with most of the older houses already toppled by the vicious current and even some of the newer ones wavering under the force of the water.
And in the middle of it all, a faint noise that sounded a lot like a meow. He paused atop a rooftop, scanning for the source of the tiny noise in all the surrounding chaos, and when he finally spotted it he wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or cry.
A cat. Stuck in a tree. Luckily it was a large and sturdy tree that was holding up against the furiously rushing water pretty well, but he wouldn't have wanted to bet his life on it holding up.
He did have his priorities. Human (and sentient alien) life was the most important thing, he couldn't go dashing off to save every stray while there were people in need of help. He knew that.
But then again, this area had already been cleared for the most part. He'd only been doing a quick once-over to be sure of that. And he loved cats, and the thing sounded so sad and scared...
He didn't think on it for very long. Adrien extended his staff and took a running start, propping its end at the lip of the roof and pole-vaulting his way over the water. He landed perched atop a telephone pole, miraculously somehow still standing though it gave a dangerous wobble as he hit it, and used that to make the final jump over to the tree.
Either he really was just naturally great with cats, or the thing was scared shitless enough to dive on the first hope of safety it had, as it literally dove into his arms with enough force that he had to steady himself against the tree trunk to avoid falling out.
"Hey, hey -- ow!" Gingerly, he plucked its claws out from where they were digging into his shoulder and went right on with the soothing nonsense babble. "It's okay, little guy. You're gonna be purrfecly fine now, let's just--"
He turned just in time to see the telephone pole go down, finally toppled as something heavy in the water's current hit it and knocked it loose. It was swept away before he could even process what was happening, and then he was left sitting there on his branch as he took in the fresh lack of anything to jump to nearby. Even if he could reach the nearest roof at his new staff's greatest extended length, there was no room to vault from the tree, and propping it up in the rushing water would have certainly only succeeded in tearing the staff right from his hand.
He was very much stuck.
Ladybug would have killed him. He was almost glad she wasn't here to see her cat caught in the most cliched situation possible.
F.
Perched atop a shop roof, Adrien had taken charge of making sure this area was being properly evacuated. And for the most part, it was, with most of the locals having enough sense to do as they were told and hurry along to the nearest evac point. All Adrien had to do was shout directions over the noise and occasionally yell at someone to slow down where they were beginning to panic and push. Not all the locals were so reasonable, however, and his catlike hearing caught the sound of shattering glass over the mass of barely-calm evacuees.
Darting a block down towards the source of it, he found a man wrestling some large electronic out the door of a shop, and by the broken glass he very much doubted the legality of the whole situation.
"Hey, knock it off!" he shouted, dropping into the street to yell more directly at the looter. "Is that thing really worth your life? Get going!"
Apparently, the looter in question took the approach from a superhero less as 'wise advice to get his ass in gear and evacuate' and more as 'potential punishment for his theft'. He dropped the expensive-looking device he'd been hauling, and Adrien thought the guy was actually listening to him until a knife was pulled and shakily aimed at him.
"Woah, woah, no need for that!" Adrien hopped backwards to avoid a frantic first swing, hands up in that universal sign for I come in peace. But perhaps it was less universal than he thought, as the looter apparently found no comfort in it and took another swipe at him.