[ Morgana doesn't reply, holding the autograph close to her chest. She's going back through her memories, about how sweet and sincere Drake had been. How happy he'd been to help out Gosalyn, the adorable way he blurted out his thoughts, that magical kiss they shared... was it all a lie?
Cyclops doesn't give her any further time to grieve, grabbing Morgana's guitar and shoving it into Morgana's hands. "But once you use that spell, everyone will want your autograph! You should have done this from the start, when you were begging and pleading with us to join this dumb band. Now... GET UP AND PLAY!"
Morgana swallows, slowly starting to rise to her feet. ]
... Maybe I should. Maybe I was wrong all this time... that no one will ever understand me. Why shouldn't I do it? Why... why shouldn't I be the villain everyone wants me to be?!
[ She could make both Drake and Darkwing love her. She could make it so she's never alone again. Eek, Squeak and Archie circle her, their little noises desperately trying to tell her not to do it. In her anger and agony, she begins to strum the strings. The first time Drake had seen her use this type of magic, the guitar had glowed a disturbing green - now it's a dangerous red hue, as she begins to softly sing, but grows louder and more intense with each verse... ]
I put a spell on you, And now you're mine... You can't stop the things I do, I ain't lyin'... It's been three hundred years, Right down to the day! Now the witch is back! And there's hell to pay! I put a spell on you...
AAAAAND NOOOOW YOOUUUU'RRRRRE...
[ She raises her arm, intending to finish the stanza, lifting her head to look Darkwing right in the eyes...
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Cyclops doesn't give her any further time to grieve, grabbing Morgana's guitar and shoving it into Morgana's hands. "But once you use that spell, everyone will want your autograph! You should have done this from the start, when you were begging and pleading with us to join this dumb band. Now... GET UP AND PLAY!"
Morgana swallows, slowly starting to rise to her feet. ]
... Maybe I should. Maybe I was wrong all this time... that no one will ever understand me. Why shouldn't I do it? Why... why shouldn't I be the villain everyone wants me to be?!
[ She could make both Drake and Darkwing love her. She could make it so she's never alone again. Eek, Squeak and Archie circle her, their little noises desperately trying to tell her not to do it. In her anger and agony, she begins to strum the strings. The first time Drake had seen her use this type of magic, the guitar had glowed a disturbing green - now it's a dangerous red hue, as she begins to softly sing, but grows louder and more intense with each verse... ]
I put a spell on you,
And now you're mine...
You can't stop the things I do,
I ain't lyin'...
It's been three hundred years,
Right down to the day!
Now the witch is back!
And there's hell to pay!
I put a spell on you...
AAAAAND NOOOOW YOOUUUU'RRRRRE...
[ She raises her arm, intending to finish the stanza, lifting her head to look Darkwing right in the eyes...
... and hesitates. ]