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Two Darkwing Duck Adventures for the Post of One!

[For Morgana]

[Drake's quest to find answers about the missing Professor Waddlemeyer was full of dead ends. He had made no progress, and he felt bad about the effect that had on Gosalyn. She was still her normal chipper self most of the time, but he had learned to see the cracks in that. And he wanted to do everything he could to help her feel better until he could reunite her with her real family.

These days, it seems the thing she got most excited for was a band. To Drake's relief, it's not like other music of the youths which register just as noise for him. This actually sounds like the kind of thing he'd listen to in high school! And the singing is just great... but this is about Gosalyn! In a spot of bad timing, Gosalyn's fallen sick while the band's has come to St. Canard for a concert. And so Drake's claimed to be out for a night of quiet patrolling while Launchpad tends to the sick kid, but in actuality he's doing something as Drake Mallard. If she can't attend the concert, maybe he can at least get an autograph for her or something. Maybe that will raise her spirits!

And so, Drake Mallard sneaks around backstage at the concert, for any sign of mysterious melodist...]

[For Della]

[It was a long night of fighting crime in Avalon for one Darkwing Duck. Some sort of magical monsters were on the loose, and he didn't get out of it without a comical number of bruises on his head. He was also left somewhat disoriented...

So when he slinked back home in the wee hours of the morning and tried to clamber into his bedroom through the window, he did not realize that he was going through the completely wrong window, into the room of the one person who didn't yet know his secret!]

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[ The night had been a success... but not successful enough. At least not as far as the band was concerned - they were still getting concerts with empty seats, they were still struggling to pop up in popularity on GooseTube, and they were still getting undermined by those preppy, awful pop stars everyone raved over. What Morgana was doing was true art, and true music! But she also had true bills to pay.

As she sat in her assigned dressing room, she was flipping through an ancient tome of magic - old school, for sure, but desperate times call for desperate measures. A little thievery here and there, who would care? Maybe those saps deserved to be robbed, since they weren't appreciating her music.

... There was still a small twinge of guilt about it. But it was very small.

Flip, flip, flip... S for Sirens. Well, that was fitting! After she cleared her throat, she began to sing, merely practicing without magic... so far. ]

Trust in me
Just in me
Shut your eyes
Trust in me...

[Drake was a little surprised during his sneaking about. He expected to have a lot more trouble than he did! But the backstage was pretty desolate. There were no other roaming fans, and the only security guard he saw was half-asleep. He had rehearsed a whole cover story about checking a busted water heater for nothing!

But in any case, he found his destination. There it was, the dressing room of the band's leader... he even checked the name he wrote on his hand to make sure! He's about to knock, but he stops when he hears her singing through the door. ...It really is an enchanting voice, isn't it? Drake just stands there and listens to her sing for the moment, a webbed foot tapping along to the beat. If it goes on long enough, he'll end up humming along!]

[ Unaware she's got an audience, Morgana continues to sing the haunting melody, complete with a few sweeping gestures - Drake isn't the only one into theatrics - but it doesn't take long for her to realize there's an accompaniment that shouldn't be there. After a quizzical glance at the tome - talking books were a rarity, but she'd never heard of a singing one! - she quickly shut the tome and placed it on her make-up table. ]

You can sleep
Safe and sound
Knowing I
Am around...

[ Anyone from the band would have knocked, or called her name, so who was just standing on the other side? Curious, and feeling a bit devilish, she continues to sing as she s-l-o-w-l-y turns the knob... ]

Slip into silent slumber
Sail on a silver mist
Slowly and surely... your senses cease to...

[ ...before pulling it away to murmur the last lines on whoever this was.]

... resist~.

[Drake just gets caught up in listening to the music, humming and tapping along with it. He can't remember the last time he's vibed this much with music that isn't part of the Darkwing Duck soundtrack, or incidental music that was never compiled into said soundtrack. It's like he can feel it right in his heart!

He's so focused on following the haunting melody, that he doesn't notice the door opening until he finds himself looking right at the singer in question.]

[His humming comes to a startled stop, as he steps back with a sheepish smile.]

O-oh, you- you're right here! [He's sure he's seen pictures of her before, but he doesn't remember her looking this... stunning?]

...I... just got here! [That's probably his worst acting yet!]

Yes, I am, and no, you didn't.

[ Maybe she should be more annoyed that someone just easily waltzed up to her room, but the band didn't really put any dough into security - Given their powers and abilities, they were more than capable of defending themselves from anything else that went bump in the night.

It also helped that whoever this guy was, he was very cute.

So she leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed with an amused look on her face. ]

I typically don't get requests for encores, so this is a new one... now then. Who are you?

[He feels himself shrink a little as she obliterates his feeble lie with ease. But he feels impressed at the same time? She's sharp and also beautiful!

Drake chuckles nervously while he seeks out words to explain himself.]

Mall! Mallard. I'm... Drake Mallard. I'm a fan! ...As of... several moments ago. [He gulps.]

[ He's an odd one, isn't he? His nervousness is charming - and it makes her want to needle and tease him all the more. ]

I suppose I should be grateful to have a new fan at all... I'd say it's nice to meet you, but that does beg the question of why you were here, if you weren't a fan before?

[ She leans in at that, eyebrow quirked. He doesn't seem like a thief, not that there's much to steal here in the first place. So if he's not a robber, and not an overzealous fan... what else was there?]

That's right - Gosalyn!

[He blurts out as her question reminds him of his true mission here tonight.]

See, there's a kid who's been a big fan of you for much, much longer than I have! She was too sick to come to tonight's concert, sooo I thought...

[He takes a breath and then quickly asks-]

What else could help her feel better than the ol' autograph treatment? [Now he looks at her with pleading eyes!]

[ ... Oh. Morgana blinks slowly, apparently having never considered that a possibility. For a brief moment, her face loses the taunting temptress look and becomes much more soft.

Partly because that's a rather sweet notion, going all this way for someone else despite potentially not even enjoying the music she made - and partly because she's never given an autograph before. The surprised smile on her face lingers for a moment, as she reels from just a few short sentences. ]

Really? My autograph?

[ But once the words are out, she realizes how utterly ridiculous that makes her seem - musicians give those out all the time! She doesn't want him thinking she's some kind of loser! (And she cares about what he thinks of her, apparently!) So she swiftly clears her throat, tossing her hair as she dramatically turns back into her room. ]

I mean... is that all? No sweat. Usually when parents talk to me about their kids, they're all whiny and blame me for "corrupting" their sweet little angels.

[ A click of her tongue. But, now onto the next problem... she didn't exactly have the exact materials on hand for an impromptu autograph. Her eyes fall on the tome, and... hm. Well, what harm would getting rid of one page do? It was inscribed in mystical codes, no way would any mortal be able to decipher them. Surely that wouldn't come back to bite her on the butt.

With that, she ripped out a page, grabbed a pen, and scribbled while saying it out loud. ]

"To Gosalyn - Get better. Get even. Get out there. - Morgana McCawber."

[The soft look on her face is very welcome! Drake certainly isn't complaining about the range of expressions he's witnessed so far. He's a bit confused by how surprised she seems - surely she must get autographs all the time? He gives a little nod to confirm it, but then as she goes on, it becomes clear that he must have misunderstood. He waves a hand to dismiss the concerns of parents.]

Some parents are just too uptight about that kind of thing. You won't believe the objections some of them make to simple episodes of tv shows! [Of course he's referring to Darkwing Duck, but he's showing restraint by not mentioning it by name. Overzealous parents really can mess with good things! As long as kids aren't being brainwashed into villainy, why not let them have some fun?

And as he watches her sign that autograph, he feels a goofy smile spread across her face at her sincerity.]

Yes, good, that sounds perfect! [It's a relief. He had learned the hard way that one shouldn't always meet their heroes with his experience with Jim Starling. But in this case? Morgana seemed like a hero worth meeting for Gosalyn. And someone he would like to meet a lot too!]

Thank you so much. She'll love it! I just know it. ...Ooh, nice autograph paper too! It looks like mysterious runes... Guess that's part of the whole band aesthetic, huh?

Uh, yeah... aesthetic.

[ It was honestly kind of amazing how easy mortals were deceived, even when proof was right in front of their eyes. People easily assumed the ghoulish appearances of the bandmates were all make-up and props, and the bits of magic sparkling here and there were all just smoke and mirrors.

Maybe she was pushing her luck here, but after she handed over the page, the urge to tease him again was impossible to resist. That's why she placed one finger under his beak and tilted his head up, smirking all the while. ]

Now then... are you sure my newest fan doesn't want anything else?

[ Like an autograph for himself, or... let his imagination run wild with the vagueness. ]

[Some bands these days really go all-out with their gimmicks! It's impressive. Not to mention that he cam relate to, with his dedication to the Darkwing Duck brand. He looks at the paper for a moment after receiving it, admiring even the handwriting...

And then her finger's on his beak. He blushes at her touch while he looks back at her, now fully flustered once again!]

W-well! I'm sure you're busy, I... don't want to take up too much of your time. ...But I also... would want to take up more of your time?

[He accomplished this mission much sooner than he thought, and it looked like it would be another quiet evening on yhe crime fighting front, so he does have time to spare. And he really doesn't want to leave this new face anytime soon!]

Your autograph's so good, it... It kinda makes me want one of my own!

did I make a brand new account just for this? yes. yes i did.

Well done!

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