THE TERROR THAT FLAPS IN THE NIGHT (
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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!]
[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 idea was to distract him, yes, but the offer itself was genuine! If - if she could just explain it - she didn't mean for things to go this way! This wasn't supposed to happen!
She tries to reach after him, maybe grab him, but he's already gone. He was right. She was a villain. Wasn't that what she'd been telling herself all along? Wasn't he only saying the truth?
Then why did it hurt so much? Why did she feel like she just got dumped when they weren't even dating?
The weight of the stolen jewelry on her now feels like its ten tons, and she violently rips if off, throwing it to the ground. She can't even stand to look at it. Instead she goes to grab her guitar, and head back for the theater. Her foolish bandmates had messed up the plan, they could deal with the fall-out. She was the one with the magic, they were the muscle, so even though they outnumbered Darkwing, a few clever moves would be all it took for them to be sent running with no stolen goods to show for it.
Darkwing would get the win tonight - but no one would really feel like they won.
... Morgana did manage to steal two tubs of rocky road ice cream on the way back to the theater, but that was completely and totally unrelated to anything ever. ]
Forget about that guy,
Forget about the way you fell into his eyes,
Forget about his charms,
Forget about the way he held you in his arms...
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There was a time when I was sure
That you and I were truly one.
That our future was forever,
And would never come undone.
And we came so close to being close!
And though you cared for me,
There's distance in your eyes tonight,
So we're not meant to be.
The love is gone.
The love is gone...
The sweetest dream,
That we have ever known...
The fight's over before he knows it. Drake is left breathing heavily at the attempted crime scene. The band got away, sure, but he made sure they didn't get away with a single thing.
But he knows that he can't let this drag out any longer. Not when such underhanded tricks were used against him and his heart! So he makes his way back towards that theater, to seek out any traces of them...]
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If there's a prize for rotten judgement?
I guess I've already won that...
No man is worth the aggravation
That's ancient history, been there, done that-
[ But this musical number is soundly interrupted (after all, she lacks back-up singers!) by slamming doors - the band is back, and they are furious. The shortest one, the cyclops, heads straight for Morgana, grabbing her arm harshly.
"Where were you?! You said you were going to distract that clod in a cape!"
Morgana bitterly pulls her arm back. ]
And I told you what to do, and you blew it. Now leave me alone, I need to... find my muse.
[ "I am so SICK of this!" The girl snarls, suddenly forcibly turning Morgana around to face her! "It's time you started acting like a real monster! No more small-time screw ups, we need to grab this city by the collar! We need to use the ultimate spell - The Hocus Pocus Focus!"
Even though Morgana's already a pretty pale duck, even she seems to be aghast at such a suggestion, whatever it means. ]
FIRST of all, that spell is completely forbidden, and for good reason! SECOND, I told you when we started this I'd never use something so... so awful! And THIRD...
[ Since the first two reasons don't seem to affect the others, she shrugs and looks away. ]
... I gave a vital part of that spell away. As autographs. So even if I wanted to use that spell, I couldn't. They're long gone. There's no way a loyal fan like Gosalyn would ever give it up, and Drake...
[ At this she falters, and seems to crumble on the piano bench, hanging her head. ]
... After how shabbily I treated him last time, he probably never wants to see me again... I... I need to be alone.
[ Fighting off tears, she storms off towards her dressing room. The rest of the band glower and grumble after her, cracking their knuckles.
"We need to get those autographs back! But how?"
"We gotta find whoever those two are. And then... we have to do something about her."
"You'd think she'd have learned her lesson, after what happened the last time she had a band!"
The hyenas crowd around, trying to figure out how to devour Scar, while Eek, Squeak and Archie scramble after their mistress. ]
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Morgana's words throw him off further. Is she showing... remorse for how she's treated him? ...No, no, she probably just feels remorse about losing her spell. That's it! Close enough. He almost believed in her again - and he's afraid that would just make things hurt more.
But after she leaves, some things become clear: the bandmates are after the autograph, meaning Gosalyn's in danger. And Morgana's in immediate trouble - no matter his feelings now, Drake doesn't think she deserves this punishment. So it's time to act! He drops a smoke bomb into the middle of the scheming scoundrels.]
I am the terror that flaps in the night!
I am the same repreat that plays every evening until you're behind bars...
I am Darkwing Duck!
[With that, he dropkicks his way down into the nearest member of the band!]
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"GET HIM!"
It's a madcap of muscle as all three of them try to tackle Darkwing down, ready to pound, pulverize, punch, and - what's this? The Cyclops rolls off after a particularly nasty kick, having tried to grab the cape, and instead grabbed something else. She blinks rapidly, then stares before cackling in mad glee...
"I don't believe this! Our luck is finally turning around!" She stands up, triumphantly holding up the autograph! Her sinister looks somehow gets even worse, as she sweetly calls out. "Oh Morgaaaanaaa~! Your little boyfriend just dropped off the sweetest present~!"
Of course, the second Morgana had heard that familiar call in the theater, she'd run as fast as her high-heels could take her. Darkwing came after her? Did he want to hear her out? Maybe he changed his mind! Maybe she changed her mind! She could apologize, they could start over and...
She stumbles onto the stage, her look of sheer elation fading as she sees what the Cyclops is holding. ]
... Wh... what? How did...? Where did you get that?
[ Cyclops gives a smug little look to Darkwing, before creating a lie she's that will shatter any remaining hope and goodness in her boss.
"Ain't it obvious? Drakey Wakey must have... THROWN IT OUT!"
And Cyclops is correct - because Morgana is so utterly stunned and devastated by that, she falls right to her knees. ]
... What...?
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He stands there, wide-eyed with uncertainty as she starts questioning the autograph. He really doesn't know how to explain this... without giving himself away.]
I... I... I...
[It seemed like this was it. Any moment now, his secret identity would be blown!
...Except it doesn't. He just stares, dumbfounded, as the one-eyed bandmate offers an alternate explanation. One that... hurts, but... an alibi is an alibi.
Then again, even as he tries to harden his heart against her, it hurts even more seeing her on her knees like that.]
N-now, now! That's... It's not... It was the wind! Yes, that's it. A stray gust of wind brought that autograph to me. It must have been snatched right out an open window. [He just... tiptoes towards the cyclops and meekly smiles as he reaches for the paper.] Now, let me just return this to its rightful owner...
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Morgana, for her part, seems able to believe this terrible lie despite how much it's killing her. She holds herself, eyes staring beyond the people there. ]
I thought... I thought... he... he understood me, that... he liked me...
[ "It's like we've been trying to tell you, boss - nobody is ever gunna understand someone like you. Especially not some goody-goody mortals. What a pity. But! Luckily, that doesn't matter anymore!" Cyclops dangles the autograph in Morgana's face. "We both know what this does! Unlike that other spell that just makes people into mindless zombies... this spell makes people WANT to obey you! They'll be HAPPY to hand over all their loot! They'll cheer your name all the time!"
Cyclops shoves the autograph into Morgana's hands, grinning right at Darkwing. "In fact... why don't we try it out on your hero here? I mean, I don't think he gets the big deal... why don't you tell him, before we make him your slave? WHY is that ONE stupid autograph worth so much to you, boss?"
Morgana closes her eyes, a single tear running down her cheek. Why, indeed, was she so stunned to be asked about autographs the first time they met, and why does it hurt so much to get it back? Because after all this time, after trying so hard... ]
It... it was... my first one.
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And he has plenty to distract himself too, as he hears more about the spell - and about Morgana. What's this about no one understanding her? Well, maybe she has a point. Drake thought he understood her, in a way he's never understood anyone else. But now he feels like he's wrong.
His efforts started to intensify once Cyclops started daring her to use the spell - but then he stops completely at her admission.]
Wh-what?! [He gasps softly as he looks at her.] I... That was your first?
[He can't believe it. He was her first?]
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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. ]
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[He feels trapped. He can't break freez and that red glow is never a good sign. He's not ready for his mind control arc!
He winces and closes his eyes, preparing himself for the worst. But it doesn't happen. The song doesn't reach its climax. So he opens his eyes and looks towards Morgana again. Her hesitation. With his look, he seems to sing to her:
She's holding back, she's hiding.
But what, I can't decide.
Why can't she be the hero I know she is?
The one I see inside!]
You have a fan out there who are really doesn't want this particular song to happen!!
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Morgana keeps her hand up in the air, still ready to play... but her face softens. Maybe Darkwing doesn't trust her, and maybe Drake really did throw out her autograph... but. But.
She speaks one name so softly, it's a whisper. ]
... Gosalyn.
[ She did have one fan out there. One who believed in her. ]
... I'm sick of disappointing people. And I'm not going to let her down!
[ So when she does lower her hand, it's not to finish the song - it's to grab her guitar battle-ax style once more, and slam it into Frankie's head, forcing him to release Darkwing! ]
THIS CONCERT IS CANCELLED!
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Morgana! [He calls out with delighted surprise as he's freed! With that, he quickly gets to work trying to tie Frankie's legs together in an attempt to trip him over.]
Now this is a performance I can get behind! I think it's time for a dis-banding!
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"You're going to pay for this, Morgana!"
"Yeah, you and Yoko Nono here are both gunna regret it!"
"Once Lord McCawber hears about this - !" ]
I don't care! If I have to be alone again, at least I'll like the person I am! This is the day the music died!
[ She does another battle-ax swing, this time slamming into the two-headed troll and sending him flying into the piano - which closes its lid right on top of that trouble! Which just leaves the one-eyed eyesore, who spots the autograph now fluttering to the ground.
"If you won't use it, I will! Who needs any of you dweebs!" She runs to try and grab it - ! ]
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She's not alone! Heroism is no solo act, you... musical malcontents!
[Chekhov's piano took down one threat... But there's still one more left! Darkwing springs forward and slides on the ground in an attempt to beat her to the paper!]
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Not that Cyclops cares. "You... you RUINED EVERYTHING! I swear, if it's the last thing I ever do, I'll make wish you never met her, Darkwing Duck!" ]
And you're never to going to play me like a fiddle again! I'm pulling your plug - and there will be no reunion tour!
[ This attack's a bit more personal, now that she's really angry - forget the guitar, she's landing a solid punch to the jaw! ]
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Still, his expression turns to wonder as he watches Morgaba clock her before he can even raise a feather.]
Wow. [That was actually kinda hot.] You see? You - you really are great hero material!
[And now time to get these fallen foes properly restrained!]
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Aren't you... going to arrest me too? After all I did... after I hurt you so much?
[ It almost sounded like he forgave her, but she didn't think she'd earned it. And she almost wants to ask if he was telling the truth about the autograph merely flying through the air, instead of the hurtful image of Drake crumbling it away (Which she has to admit, she has a hard time imagining!) ]
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[To think that not long ago, he was steeling himself to arrest her with the whole band. But now? Now things are different. He looks down uncertainly, his hat casting over his head.]
You did the right thing in the end. That's... what really matters. If we turn in these three and give back everything you took... I think that should be enough.
[He lifts a smile towards her.]
I like to call those 'redemption arc rules'. [But he'll just try to gloss over the part about how hurt he was.]
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But just as a tiger can't change their stripes, there are some things about Morgana that'll never change. She can't help a small smirk. ]
I don't think I can give back everything I took...
[ She walks a few steps, as if intending to walk right by him, but instead touches his shoulder, and leans in to kiss his cheek. ]
I'm not giving back your heart, even if you ask nicely.
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W-well... I might be able to let that one slide.
[And then he adds, with a hint of hurt-]
Just... try to be careful with it.
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... Were you telling the truth about this? That... you just found flying out a window?
[ If Drake really did throw it out, it would hurt, but maybe she could move on, and her heart could solely be devoted to Darkwing. Otherwise, how was she possibly supposed to choose between them? ]
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...Oh. Well, uh... Hoo boy. [He gulps and shakes his head.]
Sorry, but that - that wasn't really the truth.
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[ Despite it being "for the best", it still really, really hurts to hear the "truth" confirmed. She turns away from him, thumbing the autograph. ]
... It's my own fault. Every time he tried to get close, I pushed him away. I was so afraid of being hurt again, I wound up hurting him instead. Someone like that is... better off without me.
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That's not true. I can't imagine someone that lucky being better off without you. You know better now! Things are... getting better. Things can keep on getting better! It's... not too late, Morgana.
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[ She fell for Drake fairly quickly, so maybe she'll get over him just as fast. It's a nice little lie she tells herself. With a sigh, she looks at Darkwing before handing over her half of the autograph. ]
Here. It's safer in your hands. And... maybe it'll mean more to you than it did to him.
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