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As Chloé looked down at her prize, the princess of paris could only smile, energy coursing through her veins as she looked at the octogonal shape. It was different from the one she held before. Bigger, with more sides. A minor detail that tickled her mind as she slowly moved her hands to the lid, gently prying it open as she looked at the inner padding. A slow, eager smile, like a child opening a christmas present, came over Chloé’s face as she looked into the first two circles.
A central seal, just like where she knew the Ladybug and Black Cat had been, rested in the center of the box, but larger. A four piece circle looked back at her, symbols looking nothing like the Miraculous of Creation and Destruction. A budding plant, a fireball, a leaf, and a snowflake stared at her from the center of the box as her eyes traced over the inner six Major Miraculous, ignoring the pop out drawers for now.
As she took in their colors, a confused look crossed her face. “Why…” She muttered, tracing the fabric of one side, and then the other. No, she was seeing that right. One side was a mixture of blacks, with the other being a mirror in whites. In the top right, a green hair clip that looked like an emerald wing sat in a dark, forest green colored felt section, while on the bottom left a small pocket watch on a chain rested, an image of a sloth of all things resting on its face as it itself rested in a lime green padded triangle. left and right center were an even odder pair. A medallion necklace in the darker side, that seemed like metal, woven around an ant rested in a fabric Chloé could only call blood-like. Meanwhile, on the right side, the miraculous was an anklet, seemingly held together by a large beak that looked to be made of silver resting in the pinkest fabric she had ever seen, even outshining Dupein-Cheng’s wallpaper. The final pair were just as odd, resting in sections of orange fabric at the top left and bottom right. In the lighter orange, that almost looked like a fresh soda, sat a beautiful broach, a silver crane with its wings spread, looking like it would take off any moment. In the darker orange was a choker, a bronze fish of some kind resting dead center over it, glinting against the deep orange fabric it rested on.
“The other box didn't look like this…” Chloé muttered, her mind drifting back to the comments about how the box of jewelry was cursed. “These…. none of these look like the others. What in the world…” she muttered, hand reaching out to touch the medallion.
The moment it touched her fingers, Chloé felt a rush of power surge through her, a Kwami instantly appearing over the medallion she now clutched firmly in her hands as she looked at it.
This Kwami looked almost nothing like Pollen. Instead of soft, fluffy curves, this creature looked chiseled from obsidian, black chiton glinting as it studied her. a pair of ridged antennae rested on its furrowed brow as its twin compound eyes rested on her, its little mandibles twitching.
“So,” The Kwami spoke, a deep voice rattling through her bones that made her wince rumbling from him. It sounded like a rockslide slamming into the earth. “You are the new caretaker for the Box of Conflict? I am not impressed.” The little god said, the words taking a moment to process as Chloé blinked.
“The box of… conflict?” Chloé asked slowly, earning an incredulous look from the bug-eyed Kwami.
“You don't even- what are they training Caretakers these days?!” The tiny god hissed, earning another wince from Chloé. “For lack of better words, this box is a trap. Every major Miraculous in this box is paired with its opposite, meaning if they only take one, then you can counter them. Take myself, for example.” He said, motioning to himself. “My Name is Bullot, The Kwami of Conquest, and War!” He said, his voice full of pride as Chloé’s eyes widened. “Meanwhile, this useless sack of feathers,” He muttered, slowly floating down to glare at the anklet. “Is Ditzi, Kwami of Peace and Calm. My rival, my opposite. I abhor being in the same box as her, but I know that if she weren't there, it would be much harder to stop me.” he grumbled, Chloé’s mind whirling as she started to realize just what she had.
A Miracle Box full of Kwami that could only counter each other, and had no real outside counter..
“S-so, what about these Kwami.” Chloé coughed, trying to process what she had just heard as she tapped the central seal. the one she hasn't opened yet.
“Ah, the crowning conflict.” Bullot said, nodding slowly. “The Kwami of Seasons. Yiin, Yung, Demis and Bles. Fall, Spring, Winter and Summer respectively.” The ant Kwami listed, Chloé taking a small, stumbling step back as her eyes widened.
What had she just gotten herself into?