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"In this world? Yes."

All right, if Utau wanted to be stubborn about this, then tough love would have to be the answer.

"This isn't Auradon. This is a world full of people, good and bad. I have to hide who and what I am all the time. I brought you here, so even though it wasn't my intention, that makes you my responsibility. So I'm keeping you alive, no matter what. This isn't a debate."

She glared, about to snap back, then she crossed her arms and turned her back. She took a few breaths, to hide the hurt and pull herself deep within. So much for thinking she could change. Could have friends. Could..

"Fine, whatever. Let's just get this done."

Morgana paused, hearing footsteps in the distance.

"The band's back. So your first acting gig is up. Just pretend to be a haughty, superior, snarky being... in other words, your usual self."

She then sighed, tapping away on her phone as she had to think of additional expenses. "Gotta adjust the food budget, clothes, get you a place to sleep..."

"I can take care of myself," she snapped. "You don't have to put yourself out for me."

"Too late, already happening."

"HEY, MORGANA!"

And in came the band - the base player, a female cyclops that was probably only JUST about Utau's height. The drummer, a hulking Frankenstein's monster of a man who only spoke in grunts. The electric keys, a two-headed troll that barely had one brain-cell between them.

"How much time did you waste? Or did you finally do something right for once?" barked the cyclops, kicking over a speaker as they made their way towards the two.

Morgana, used to the abuse, straightened up. "I'll have you know, Cornea, it went off without a hitch... This, everyone, is the Demon of Melody - Utau."

The Drummer - Frankie - and the keys - Jekyll & Hyde - made "Oooh" noises, clapping quietly. Cornea frowned, squinting. "... She doesn't look all that powerful to me."

"Like you would know powerful if it spat in your eye?" She asked, spinning to face her detractor. "No one asked you, and I don't see that changing any time soon."

Cornea growled, hands on her hips as she matched Utau's glare. "Right now, she's looking as useless as you, boss-lady."

Morgana's lips twitched... and then she grinned. What a prime opportunity for Utau to get a mood booster and revenge. "If that's the case... you wouldn't mind a demonstration. Mistress Utau," a little sweeping flourish of a bow. "Why don't you do my companion a favor, and show them what you can do?"

In other words, Utau was free to go kick-butt magical girl style and whallop Corena a new one. In fact, it didn't seem as if the members of the band could see the little Angel or Devil hovering nearby.

Well, only the angel now, as the devil was merged with her.

Utau smirked, and pointed a hand at Corena. NIGHTMARE LORELEI!" she called as red and black bats of pure energy flew at her. Before they faded she had a trident in her hands and was in a combat ready stance. That attack had never killed anyone before, but she wasn't exactly pulling her punches this time.

Cornea let out a surprised cry, falling over onto her back as she'd been swarmed. Even Frankie, Jekyll and Hyde backed up, quite nervous.

Morgana let out a witchy cackle, pleased that it was going so well. "I take it that's enough proof for you?"

Cornea grunted, then pushed herself to her feet. "Fine, fine... maybe she's worth something. At least she's worth more than you."

Used to the usual insults, Morgana just rolled her hand. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Okay, now we can get to rehearsal, and..." But when she turned toward them, the group was leaving again! "H-Hey! Where you you think you're going?!"

"We're beat. Gunna chill and watch TV. Later, loser."

"YOU DIDN'T EVEN DO ANYTHING!" Morgana shouted, but it was no use. She slumped, groaning at being ignored again. "... great."

"Wow," she said as they were leaving, pitched to be heard. "I guess it is right, that when those who are incompetent are faced with competence they have no recourse but to run away. Too afraid we'll see you are all pointless and she doesn't need you?" She asked, One hand on her hip, other hand keeping the pitchfork laying low across her back behind her.

As much as she appreciated the effort, she still shook her head. "Don't bother. If it's not about stealing, they don't care. I pretty much had to bribe them to get them to work with me."

She rolled her shoulders, trying to hide how much it bothered her. "C'mon, I'll show you where you can stay. It's not the Ritz, but it should still be a little better than the Isle."

"Then you don't need them," she said, sharply, shaking her head. "And I don't really care where I stay. I won't be here long."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..."

Morgana led Utau behind the stage, where many doors lined the walls. A TV was blasting from the room where the henchmen were enjoying their couch-potato lifestyle. Morgana's room, where the nameplate was on a tilt, was clearly an old dressing room that had seen better days.

It was a mixture of magic and music - a bubbling cauldron in a corner, the shelves lined up with potions and songbooks, a tall cracked vanity mirror, a place to sit and do one's make-up, framed photographs of Gosalyn, Launchpad, Drake and Darkwing...

As for sleep? A normal small bed with mismatched blankets on one side, and a coffin on the other.

"... When I started getting, uh, non-monster visitors, I realized letting them think I sleep in a coffin was... not good. So I got a normal bed to throw them off. You can sleep there."

"Non... monsters..." she said dryly. She ignored El as the small angel flew back to fix the nameplate.

Morgana let out a nervous little laugh.

"... The fans think that our weird looks and spells are just part of the show. Nobody really suspects that we're actually a bunch of monsters."

An off-hand shrug. "Nobody except for Darkwing Duck and his crew. Since you're staying with us, you might wind up running into them too."

The good part of her wanted to argue that her friend wasn't a monster. But her good part was buried at the moment. So she smirked instead. "I get to meet your boyfriends?"

She didn't mean monster in the sense of a terrible, unforgiving monster... she was literally a monster. Part vampire, part succubus, part siren, part a whole bunch of other things. Don't worry about it.

Anyway, she set her tome open on her desk drawer, and began looking through her other books for any answers to their problems.

"I'd like you to stay behind when we go on our heists... but knowing how stubborn you are, I know you'll come along anyway. So yes, you'll wind up meeting Darkwing, at least. And he won't go easy on you, just because you're young! He doesn't have any magic of his own, yet he always manages to find a way to one-up us..."

"And let me guess, I'm not allowed to break him too badly?" she asked, pulling off all the fake mosntery stuff.

"The henchmen fight the sidekicks, the leader fights the hero. That's how these things go."

Standard western cartoon logic. She sat in a chair, flipping through one dusty tome.

Eek and Squeak did their best to accommodate the new roomie - Eek offered Utau a hair brush, while Squeak was carrying an unopened box of cookies. Snack time?

"But now that we have an extra number, maybe we can finally win one... but that's not important right now."

"You did not just call me a minion," she said, flatly as her transformation broke.

Il went after the cookies while Utau took the brush to do her hair.

"I did not just call you a minion." Technically, Morgana called her a henchman. Best to stick to semantics to make sure Utau didn't throw a fit.

"So what can your magic do, aside from the trident? Which, I won't lie, was very impressive."

She shrugged and tossed the hairbrush aside. "I can steal children's hearts' eggs. Souls, if you want. Swarms of dark magic bats. Things like that." Always good to keep a few secrets in her back pocket.

"... I think we'll stick with the bats. Can't exactly pay the rent with children's souls." She'd better make sure word of that didn't spread to the others. Cornea and the rest would have no problem hurting children, but Morgana had morals, deny that as she did.

"That's what you do with the little devil... do you do something different when you tag-team with the angel?"

She shrugged a bit at the part about not being able to pay the rent stealing children's souls. "You'd be surprised. As to what I can do with El, it hardly matters here. Not going to be much call for me to be a goodie goodie here, is there? That's not what you need from me." She laid down on the bed, giving Morgana her back.

That certainly made Morgana curious, but she wouldn't pry if Utau wanted to keep that part of her closed off. The girl had already been through too much already.

"... If you wanna close your eyes and take a breather, go for it. Today's been... well... a lot, for both of us."

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