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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Of course not! What's disgusting about that? I mean, yeah, they are pretty frightening, but that also makes them more cool, and dangerous, and lovely!
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No, this is fine, she's strong! She will get the truth out of him! She is NOT going to flirt with him anym- ]
So... you like your girls a little... dangerous, do you?
[ Giving up is also an option. ]
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...That's one way to put it? I can't say that doesn't have some allure! ...Or, as a great hero likes to put it...
[He clears his throat.]
... Let's get dangerous!
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I - uh- that's... oooh, what am I doing?!
[ She'd been so taken in by Drake that she forgot all about Darkwing! She had just turned over a new leaf and was about to cheat on him! That's not what a hero does! And they were dating... weren't they? Kinda? But she wouldn't have committed herself to Darkwing if she thought Drake really did treasure the autograph, so didn't he have dibs? But... and he... and the timing... this is all so confusing!
At least if she was still a villain, she could have been a bad girl and had them both! Daaaang it, being good was so hard! ]
I-I'm sorry! I... there's someone else! Oooh, but! I really, really like you both! This is the worst!
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... But instead, her reaction catches him by surprise. His shoulders slump with dejection as she reveals that there's someone else!]
What. What do you mean? I... I thought we had something special. Who... Who is this other person? [He's so caught up in the moment that he has no idea who it could be. He just really hopes it's not Gizmoduck!]
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... Your "hero". Darkwing Duck.
[ Not only does it feel bad to "reject" him, but telling him it's the person he seems to respect is a gut-puncher! ]
... It's because of him I thought you threw away the autograph, so I... Oh, I never meant to hurt you, Drake. Maybe I'm just not supposed to be with anyone.
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[He gives a startled gasp as he hears that name. It's in reference to he himself being the other guy, but it could also be very easy to not interpret it that way!]
I- I can't believe it. All along... It's been like this...
[He is his own romantic rival?? And this isn't a fanfic he's written?! He's just... flabbergasted and completely clueless about how to handle this! He just approaches Morgana and tries to comfort her.]
H-hey now, it's not your fault. Things get... confusing when masked heroes are involved! And I, I am honored to be on the same level of desirability as the daring duck of mystery!
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She manages to look back at him, then clasps his hand with both of hers. ]
I've never felt this way about anyone before... and now I feel it for two guys at the same time! I don't know how I can choose between you! Even now... I don't want to hurt Darkwing, but at the same time, it's taking everything I have not to kiss you!
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That, that does sound like a very relatable urge! [He says meekly as he tries to focus.]
Look. What if I told you that you don't have to choose. Because the thing is, I... I...
[Come on, Drake. Just tell her. You can do it! He gets himself to blurt out-]
I hear polyamory's all the rage these days!
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[ Again, not the response she'd been expecting. Anger, heartache, possessive declaration that might have been kinda hot, sure but instead - sharing? Is... that allowed? ... Is this her reward for doing the right thing? ]
... You... don't think Darkwing would mind?
[ Maybe Darkwing is also a very progressive thinker in regards to relationships! He does seem like the type to be very open and knowledgeable and Morgana is definitely not just incredibly desperate for any reason to make out with Drake again! Love is love!
It's also an excellent distraction from her not-broken phone a few feet away that has been consistently buzzing with ignored texts from dad. ]
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This could be the only way to protect his secret identity. But he doesn't want to lie to her either. So, how could he put this without lying.]
U-um, well... I, I do happen to be an expert about Darkwing Duck! I'm confident that I know more about him than anyone. And I know for a fact that we are of the same mind on this!
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[ Surely this is not going to have unintended consequences for anyone! And even if there's going to be a problem, that's for Future Morgana to worry about! Present Morgana's gotta have her man!
Which is why she yanks Drake onto the loveseat and gives one big heckin' smooch. Kiss #1 was a seductive ploy, and kiss #2 was a romantic climax. Kiss #3 is a tad... stronger, so to say, mostly as a release of pent up emotions and hormones. It's not her fault Drake Mallard is a master of seduction, surely Darkwing would understand! She's completely helpless! ]
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Drake feels a kiss unlike anything he's ever experienced! He feels like he's been jolted full of electricity, in an incredible way. He does his best to kiss her back with all of the dramatic force of passion that he can muster! While hoping that his lips don't feel too familiar to her.
Then when it's finished, he spins in place and starts to slump over.]
W-wow. That... That really packed a punch! R-right in the kisser!
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Purring in a melody, she smiles tries to tilt his head right back up with her hand on his back. There now, back to their rightful places - she the luring temptress, he the eager victim. All is right in the world. ]
Now then... If I give you a second autograph, do you promise to be a very good boy and take better care of it this time around?
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Ah-absolutely I do! I guess... everyone really does deserve a second chance, huh? [A warm smile.] And I promise this time, it really will be treated... as a true treasure of my heart.
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She still hasn't gotten any "official" autograph material, so it's time to rip another page out of the magical tome. But instead of saying out loud what she's writing, she just hums as she does so, keeping it a momentary surprise. When she walks back and hands it over, the reason is clear - she wrote down her phone number.
(Which is still buzzing away. 20 ignored texts and counting.) ]
I think this one will be a bit more... useful. And... I'm willing to take as many chances as it takes to make this work.
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And then as the paper is handed over to him, he looks it over excitedly! While only in the back of his head wondering what kind of spell this page contained. The autograph gets his fullest attention!]
Ooh! What's this number? Is this some kind of secret coded message? Let me try to remember my ciphers. So we have ten numbers, exactly like a phone nu- Oh. [It dawns on him.] Oh.
[He looks up gleefully at her.]
Thank you! I, I'm hoping not to have to use any more chances! I won't let you down, and... I'll definitely stay in touch now!
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I should hope so. Otherwise, next time I'll have to hunt you down myself.
[ A sexy threat, the best kind of threat. Now that there's no robberies to prepare for, or treasure to hide, or band-members to hide him from, there's no reason to chase him away again. No, now the real "problem" is letting him go. If ever.
She sits back down on the loveseat, patting the space next to her as an invitation. ]
Stay a while...?
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And then she makes her offer, at which point Drake becomes more putt-like.]
S-stay... stay? Stay a... while?
[He clears his throat.]
I- I mean, yes of course! I'd love to. Love to really spend some time with you!
[Without worrying about autographs or crimes. Just the two of the, there! Drake drags himself towards the loveseat and plops himself down beside her, more nervous than ever.]
I don't... have anywhere to go anytime soon...
[Launchpad's looking after Gosalyn right now. He doesn't need to be Darkwing anytime soon. He can just sit here, as Drake with Morgana. And a whole lot of nerves.]
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My my, Drake, why are you so nervous? It's not like I'm going to bite you.
[ And since he likes her fangs so much, she's going to flash those pearly whites. ]
... Unless you ask nicely.
[ The phone is reaching 50+ texts now. Eek and Squeak are struggling to shut it off with their tiny not!hands. ]
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He grins meekly at her lets out a chuckle just as nervous. She's very effective at this whole shtick!]
Y- Y'know, I'd like for us to get to something like that naturally...!
[He weakly attempts to quip back! But he's soon distracted, as he's starting to realize those buzzing noises aren't his heart beating. They're a little off-tempo. Looking over, he sees Eek and Squeak struggling with the phone.]
Um. Is that your phone...?
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Morgana pulls back, sighing heavily. ]
That... would be my father.
[ Wordlessly and without looking back, she holds up the palm of her hand. Obediently, Eek and Squeak pick up the still-buzzing device and drop it into her hand. She flashes it a glare before trying to find the block button.]
I guess I should warn you, he's not going to approve of you. ... Not that he's approved of anything I've ever done.
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F-father?!
[Drake looks on uneasily as Morgana does her thing with the phone.]
B-but I haven't even met the guy yet! How can you know for sure? ...Is it because I'm a real bad boy type?
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She straightens up, shaking her head.]
It's less about who you are, but what you are, and what I am, and...
[ She trails off. There's really no other way to explain than to... well, explain! She opens up her photos, at last ready to reveal the Traumatic Origin Story - with some magic mixed in the phone to capture memories and angles the phone wasn't there for. On with the show. ]
... Where I grew up, it's very... traditional. They hate anything new and different - they're still using flip-phones! So I was always expected to be the same. To do what I was told, and to never think different, act different, speak different...
[ The first photo is a family portrait - full of ghouls and monsters, vampires and mummies, ogres and trolls, but riiiight in the front center is Little Morgana, roughly the same age as when Little Drake was watching his very first episode of Darkwing Duck. She looks rather miserable among all the smiling fangs, like a morose Wednesday Addams. ]
I was never given choices about anything. What I wore, who I played with, even my whole future was decided for me. I felt less like a person and more like some doll. For a long time, I thought no one would ever want the real me... and when you grow up in a family who steals from the people they scare, you don't feel great about the "real you".
[ Next up is Little Morgana with an improvised guitar made out of cardboard and string, jamming to a radio from the 90s. With this, Morgana's voice goes from somber to sweet, recollecting one of her happiest days. ]
... But then one day, I heard music that had never been played in my house before. Rock and roll. It was absolutely amazing! It was like they were reaching out to me and telling me I mattered! And it made me want to share that feeling with everyone in the world - that there are people who understand you, and want you for who you are!
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Flip-phones? It's worse than I thought...
[He mutters severely as she goes through her story. His eyes widen as he beholds that family! Now he's really thinking her fangs must ve real... Is she related to the whole monster universe?? ...Still, at least Kid Morgana is adorable among it all. And that makes him feel even more for her story. He places a comforting hand on her shoulder.]
Wow. So rock and roll is your Darkwing Duck... [He muses aloud as he makes the connection.] It sounds like a rough childhood. I'm sorry.
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