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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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[ Well, it is and it isn't about him and some other guy... Ah, the trickiness of being in a love triangle when you are in fact two sides of it. ]

What will become of my dear friend?
Where will his actions lead us then?
Although I'd like to join the crowd,
In their enthusiastic cloud...

[ The squeak goes unnoticed, either because he was able to cover it up in time or Morgana is just that into her singing. After all, she's very passionate about her music, be it her guitar or her voice.

And that spider is very passionate about getting this guy the heck out of here. Instead of flinging off, it instead begins crawling upward... ]

[His eyes widen with fear, and he intensifies his leg-shaking! While trying to catch more of the song. He whispers harshly at the arachnid.]

Get off! You... You're really ruining the moment. Come onz I need to know how this song goes!

[He ends up essentially kicking his leg against the curtain to try to get it off!]

[ The spider isn't letting go - although in the end, trained physical movie actor versus spider isn't much of an even match, and Drake may very be able to fling the dang thing off.

Sorry, Drake, this is a solo act. Jack didn't join the song until the movie was pretty much over! ]

Try as I may, it doesn't last...
And will we ever end up together?

[ With a heavy sigh, she moves to take off her guitar, letting it rest on a nearby piano. (Which may or may not have been playing along with this song?) She goes to sit on the edge of the stage, looking down but of course, not really looking at anything at all. ]

No, I think not, it's never to become...

[ She draws her knees to herself, hugging them close, and hiding her face in her hair. ]

For I am not... the one...

[With enough effort, it seems Drake manages to dispose of that enemy for the moment! And listens to the last, heartstring-pulling words of that song.

He can't take it anymore. Drake bursts out from behind the current, his facial feathers all red!]

Yes you are!!

[Except now that he's said that out loud, he feels like that's... a bit much. So he quickly puts on a casual smile and starts slowly clapping his hands.]

Um, that is... Yes, you are... doing great! Now that, that was very... well sung by you!

[ Morgana jerks her head, clearly not having expected that kind of audience. She blinks rapidly - maybe wiping away a quick tear that was just from exhaustion, really! - before lighting up like a Christmas tree... or, uh, Halloween lantern, in this case. ]

Drake!

[ More than happy to push aside all the depressing thoughts she'd been going through, she is quick to get on her feet. ]

What are you doing here? I... Hm. Well, if I'd known you were coming, I would have chosen something much better.

[ Given the way she's twirling her hair around her finger, it's definitely not an accusatory tone. What a pleasant surprise! ]

Hey. Hi. Hi there!

[He says eagerly with a wave, a goofy smile already plastered on his face as if he's temporarily cast all memories of her crime out of his mind.]

Oh, you know, I was just looking for a place to practice some lines, and I thought this would be a nice, secluded area to do so! Instead, I ended up being audience to another lovely private concert!

[He softly shakes his head.]

It's okay. It was kind of a somber one, a little depressing, but... you sang so beautifully. I felt it, all the way in here! [He says as he pats his chest.]

Practice some lines? ... Are you an actor?

[ Which just shows how little she knows about him. He has a daughter (presumably), he's gosh darn adorable, he lives in St. Canard... ! Lightbulb.

Maybe he can give her the answers about Darkwing she seeks - someone who lives in the city should know about local heroes. She can't exactly go "Say, do you know Darkwing Duck's weakness and how to exploit it?" but surely she can weave something along those lines. She just needs to focus on that, and not get distracted by how fun it is to flirt with him.

... Or at least not get too distracted.

Locking her hands behind her back for the moment, she begins to walk towards him, ready to hunt. ]

My my my, we really don't know that much about each other, do we? I think it's time we changed that.

As a matter of fact, I am! [She sounds possibly impressed by his line of work. It's great when being an actor actually manages to come up with allure.] I'm just, between roles right now and getting ready to jump back in the saddle!

[He's been between roles for far longer than he implies, unless one counts him being between his daytime role of Drake Mallard and nighttime role of Darkwing Duck. In any case, he quickly runs a hand through his hair-feathers in an attempt to look slightly smoother. It's time to talk about himself! And hopefully not trip over himself at the same time.]

I- I'm thinking the exact same thing! I'd love to know more about you, too! You... you're such a good person, after all! [At least, that's what Drake wants to believe at heart.]

[ ... Um, ow. A good person probably wouldn't take advantage of Drake's obvious affections so she could gouge him for information to make committing crimes easier. She tugs nervously on her collar a bit, hoping that guilty feeling goes away soon.

Naturally, having guilt could imply she was a good person, but Morgana didn't realize that.

Shoving that useless emotion down, Morgana begins to walk circles around Drake - he's not the only one with a flair for the dramatic. ]

Oh, there's not too much to tell on my end... I've only recently arrived in Saint Canard, and I'm still trying to find my footing. It's such a lovely city... I'm sure you know everything about it! But I must say, it's also a very unusual one... I've been hearing the strangest rumors...

... About a handsome man in a cape, who goes around stopping crime.

[ At which point she pauses, glancing at him, eyebrow raised. ]

[She's circling him so elegantly. She has such a strong stage presence, it makes his heart sink even louder! ... Even if it makes it dizzying to try to keep his eyes on her.

He weighs her words and is ready to say some words of welcome as a resident of Saint Canard, but then all thoughts in his head empty out when she mentions that particularly good-looking rumor.]

Y-you mean the one and only Darkwing Duck?! He... He's not just a rumor and handsome, he's real! The real deal! [He almost blurted out his identity right there, but the last shreds of reason within him hokd him back.

He feels both flattered and jealous. Darkwing is handsome, but what about Drake?]

And he's... very wise. Full of words of wisdom, that guy. If I came across him, I know I'd take any suggestions he had for me to heart. And he's only hard on people who are really bad, you know. [He pauses and waggles his hand in the air.] I don't know if he's really that handsome though...

[ On the one hand, "If" he came across him sounds like Drake hasn't met him - on the other, he seems very sure that Darkwing isn't that good-looking. Though that could be jealousy creeping in - which, again, gives Morgana a pang of guilt. It is kind of a jerk move to praise a guy she's interested in, in front of a guy who's interested in her... who she's also interested in... Uhhh...

Okay, now she's getting a little dizzy. This wasn't the best plan. ]

Well, like I said, I've only heard the rumors... I don't expect him to crash any shows of mine anytime soon. Though if I do see him, I'll be sure to tell him he's apparently got a fan... even if that fan doesn't think he's really that handsome.

[ But once again, the urge to tease just can't be tamed, as she leans in, smirking all the while. ]

Though I have to say, I don't like sharing my fans with anyone else.

[It's quite difficult and confusing to compete with one's own self, especially as Drake's first instincts are to defend himself and attest that he is in fact very handsome! She is also conveniently leaving out that she has met Darkwing... but then, he's not expecting her to straight-up confess to her crimes like this.

As she leans in closer and says that to him, he gives a nervous gulp and smiles sheepishly while he tries to look her in the eyes.]

M-my, my! It's okay, it's... very doable to be fans of more than one figure, Miss Macawber. [At the same time, he can't forget the sight of her other fans bringing her their valuables in the dead of the night.] It sounds like you... really care for your fans...

[ And, again, ow. Her face falling, she pulls back away uncomfortably. It's not his fault, he doesn't know she's a criminal - which is all the more reason he shouldn't get to know her. They were just setting themselves up for disappointment. ]

Yes, well... I've been told that it's a weakness of mine...

[ The good side of her knows that stealing from people who actively rooted for her and enjoyed her music is awful. But the bad side of her retorts that as her fans, they should do anything she wants!

With a sigh, she walks a bit away, heading for the lone piano bench. ]

It'd probably be better if I wasn't so close to them. That way, nobody gets hurt.

[Oh. Now he feels bad, like he's given her a low blow. He wants her to stop her criminal ways, but seeing her sad is just so gut-wrenching.]

Hey hey hey! [Drake follows her, coming up closer to try to pat her on the shoulder.]

It's okay. I'm sure whatever's wrong is something you can work on. But shutting yourself away isn't the answer! I'm sure there's other ways to make sure no one gets hurt, and everyone is happy.

[ She glances over at him, and gives a small little smile in return. She reaches over to the hand on her shoulder, giving it a comfortable squeeze. ]

Thank you... You're very sweet.

[ And wayyy too trusting. But she supposes that's part of his charm. She kind of hopes the world is never cruel enough to snuff that out of him.

As for herself? Let's bottle down those useless feelings of guilt and sadness and hope that never uncorks! Everything is fine! And if he's going to be so very trusting, it's his own fault for being lured into a fun little trap, mmm?

She takes his hand off her shoulder, but doesn't let it go. ]

All these lovely words, advice, a shoulder to cry on... you're giving me so much, yet all I've done is give you an autograph. Seems a bit uneven. If you'd like, I can do a bit of fortune telling - palm readings come very easy to me.

[ danger, danger, drake mallard! ]

[And his cheek-feathers glow red as she squeezes his hand! It's hard to imagine that a hand so warm, so lovely, was executing orders of evil just the night before. This has to be just some spell he has to break her out of! Maybe he can win her over.

And then his heart beats quicker at her suggestion. A reading? Of his own palm? Even more hand contact??]

W-well, I... I'm doing what's right! You don't have to feel like you owe me anything. I just like being here for you. And you know? I just had a fortune cookie the other night, so I think I got my lucky numbers!

[He jokes with a small chuckle, but he still is tantalized by the offer.]

B-but hey! If you really wanna go for it, I... won't stop you. My hand is open for you! [He tugs at his collar nervously.]

How kind of you to take up my offer.

[ With a cat-eating-the-canary grin, Morgana leads him to the piano bench so they can both sit down. ]

Now, let me see here... the destiny of one Drake Mallard.

[ Brace yourself, sir, because she's gunna hold his (probably now very sweaty) palm with both hands. She spreads her thumbs across his hand, and then very

very

s-l-o-w-l-y

drags her fingernail over the lines in his hand. All the while she makes "hm" noises, as if she's actually studying something and not just deliberately messing with him. Listen, you put a delicious meal in front of a starving patron, they're gunna eat. ]

Your life line is very strong, I can see that right off the bat... you'll live a long, healthy life with the occasional bump in the road. Your money line says you'll be quite prosperous, so long as you follow the path you believe in. Your head line shows you'll grow wiser with every year, even if it's hard to tell, and... Oh, my my my.

[ She pauses, putting on a surprised air as she very softly rubs back and forth in one area. ]

Your love line... hmmm...?

[Oh god, it's happening. He does look like he takes a moment to wipe his hand on his his shirt before he sits down and holds it out to her! Now it's time to feel the warmth of both her hands as she gets to work... on his own hand! This feels scandalous.]

Ooh, that tickles. [He mumbles that reflexively once she starts tracing her fingernail across his hand. His eyes widen with interest as he listens to the fortune! It sounds all good so far. Long, healthy? Good wealth? Good, he knew Darkwing Duck was a cash cow! And that he has infinite wisdom!

But that last part makes him freeze up with worry.]

Wh-what is it? Is it something wrong?

Hmmm. This is interesting... Very interesting indeed...

[ Sheesh, this guy was easier to read than an open book. It almost makes her feel bad. Almost. After all, she hasn't had this much fun... well, it's rude to ask a lady her age.

Keeping the act going, she raises his hand up for a closer inspection, tracing the same line back and forth, back and forth. ]

I think there may be a girl...

[Oh boy. He leans forward anxiously.]

R-really?! What's she like? Is she does she return my feelings? My calls??

[It's hard to even feel shy about her finger continuing to trace like along her palm now that he's worried about his future prospects!]

[ She smirks, and then begins to hum softly as she strokes him. There's no magic to this music - there are lines even Morgana won't cross. Sure, she'll use her spells to make people fork over cash, but making anyone feel something with magic, be it love for her music or love for herself? Absolutely not. ]

There you see her,
Sitting there across the way.
She doesn't have a lot to say,
But there's something about her.
And you don't know why,
But you're dying to try,
You wanna...

[ She lifts her eyes from his hand, now choosing to gaze quite deeply into his own eyes. ]

...Kiss the girl~

[No magic to the music? That's strange, her voice seems magical to Drake. His worries quickly fade, but he remains leaned up close to her while he feels his heart beat in rhythm with her words.]

I... I do... [He says, looking into her eyes while his cheek feathers glow red. His beak has drifted closer to hers.]

Shalalalalala... me oh my! [He exclaims softly.]

[ Her hand wraps around his own, tugging him even closer if that's possible. Yes, this was a perfect plan to...

... To do...

... Um. What was she doing again? Funny how she can't remember. In fact, gazing into those dreamy eyes of his, she's having trouble remembering a lot of things. She can't really put into words, but he has this pull about him - like they're in perfect harmony. ]

Yes, you want her,
Look at her, you know you do.
Possible she wants you too,
There is one way to ask her...

[ Well, whatever her initial scheme had been, it doesn't seem terribly important right now. Not compared to the warm of his hands and the sincerity of his voice that just makes her never want to let go.

In a corner, Eek and Squeak are valiantly holding back a distressed Archie. ]

It don't take a word,
Not a single word,
Go on and... kiss the girl...

[ One of her hands has found its way to Drake's back, and she begins erasing the gap between their beaks, eyes starting to close... ]

[A soft breath escapes his beak as he opens it. It's like he's in awe of this moment. Lost in a trance, but a good one. One taking him to a world in which it's just him and her and her inviting lips.

He can't argue with this lovely song. Looking into her eyes, feeling nervous and calmed at the same time, he starts to lean forward these last few inches...]

C-can't argue with a... reading like that...

[...And so, even without the help of any nautical animals, he goes to press their lips together.]

[ Mercifully, there's no nautical animals to interrupt them either. (If there had been, Morgana might have been cooking eel for dinner right then and there.)

Unsurprisingly, he's just as soft and warm as he looks. The melody goes into a very light and pleased "hmmm~" between them, and suddenly, Morgana understands all those ridiculous sappy love songs that jam the radio.

Not that she's in love, of course. Nooo. That'd be silly. She's above such weaknesses. Why, she barely knows the guy! Just that he's good-looking and a great dad and very kind and sweet and funny and charming and apparently a very good kisser because wow.

When she does eventually and reluctantly have to pull back (among the many things this amazing man was capable of making her forget, breathing had suddenly become one of them) she exhales very deeply, looking almost intoxicated with affection. Her surviving brain cells are clinging on to dear life.

This would be the time to say something cool and sexy, but she seems to have lost the ability to be anymore verbose than - ]

... Hey.

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