RP: Quiver My Wing

(Takes place after the events of High School Crushed and Plying By Omission). 

Reserved for: Malicia and Quiverwing

Nothing says 'welcome home' quite like robbing a jewelry store. Or so Malicia had decided. Albeit a staggered homecoming  party, due to a couple days tucked away in her warehouse after her cousin Ariana had hexed her hair to look... no, she couldn't even think about it. It had been horrifying. So much so, that Malicia avoided her hundreds of mirrors during that time-frame, which, if one knew of her vanity, was quite a feat. 

But now her fabulous fiery hair was back to its default state of perfection which meant it was time to be seen by everyone who mattered. Which, for this excursion, was evidently no one, given it was late in the evening long after the daytime businesses had closed shop.

Now that she officially crossed over into a life of crime, Malicia spent much time pondering an appropriate title for herself. All supervillains had some sort of catchy name for themselves, and hers needed to be the catchiest of them all. 

Fortunately her extended vacation in a dark, otherworldly void where time and space no longer existed had given her plenty of opportunity to mull over this important decision. It had been hard to choose just one title, as she was worthy of so many. But eventually she settled on the most fitting: The Demon Queen of St. Canard.

She was, after all, a demon. More importantly though Mal was a Queen. She deserved royal treatment. 

And every Queen needs her crown! How fortunate this particular jeweler boasted an array of highly exclusive, priceless diamond-encrusted gold coronets. 

She stood among the shards of glass that were once the storefront window, gazing longingly at herself in the full-length mirror. Truly the greatest crime happening here was overwhelming sexiness. Each crown looked stunning upon her head! Then again, who said she had to choose just one? 

    • Quiverwing Duck
      Quiverwing Duck

      "Ah, Ms. Macawber. I hope you haven't decided to entertain grand theft as an ongoing habit." The quiet, slightly gravely voice emerged seemingly from nowhere. "By the way, welcome back." Was that sarcasm? Because it didn't sound like sarcasm. It sounded gracious, which meant it was probably Quiverwing Duck.

      He became visible, at least as a reflection in the mirror, when he landed lightly on a streetlamp behind Malicia, his green cape billowing at first before settling into a gentler ripple. He was always good at catching air currents that allowed him to look sufficiently dramatic. It was a habit at this point.

      Quiverwing had other things on his mind, but in the course of dealing with his personal matters, sometimes one had to tend to their job. Even if it was a self-appointed job, to wit, being a masked crime fighter.

      "I don't suppose I could convince you to put that all back?" he queried, although he seemed to expect the answer to that would undoubtedly be 'no'.

      • Queen Malicia of St. Canard
        Queen Malicia of St. Canard

        For a split second the slightly-lower octave of his voice had set her on edge, until she spun around to face her unwelcome guest. As soon as she registered the green of his outfit she relaxed instantaneously and regarded the vigilante with a coy smile.

        "Oh, hello Quiverwing." She purred lowly. "Did you miss me?" 

        Hips swaying, she moved closer into his line of sight. "I'm so glad you're here, I could really use a second opinion." She motioned to the bejeweled coronet currently sitting atop her head, and then retrieved two more from somewhere behind her back.

        "Is the gold one a bit much? I do think it best brings out the colour of my eyes, but then again purple has always suited me too - naturally, given it's the colour of royalty. The green is nice as well, but it might be a bit much with my dress. Perhaps I should simply rotate between the three?"

        So that was a 'no' on the 'putting it all back' part, then. 

        • Quiverwing Duck
          Quiverwing Duck

          "It's certainly nice to see that you're alive, and not trapped in some eldritch tentacular oblivion," Quiverwing politely inclined his head to Malicia. While not precisely an answer to her first question, it was a diplomatic one. It also meant the other two were probably back in this world as well, an idea that did not please.

          "But I'm not here to offer fashion advice." He rested one fist on his hip and lifted his other hand in a palm-up didactic gesture, giving him a heroic posture up on his perch. "You know, you could buy this stuff. Or convince someone to buy it for you. You don't have to be a 'bad girl'."

          • Queen Malicia of St. Canard
            Queen Malicia of St. Canard

            "You'd rather I buy these with the money I steal from the banks?" She shifted her weight to one leg as she leaned forward juuuust enough to grant him a lovely view down the front of her dress. 

            "I could convince someone to buy these for me, but I've always preferred self-reliance. I like to take the initiative by getting the work done myself, as any strong independent woman would do." And certainly not because she had zero success in cajoling others to shower her in the shinies she so rightly deserved. 

            "Or..." Her tail flicked back and forth curiously. "You could come down here and persuade me to play nice. I can be a good girl with the right incentive..." 

            • Quiverwing Duck
              Quiverwing Duck

              Quiverwing folded his arms across his chest and tilted his head, arching one brow at Malicia in a reproachful manner. He also looked at her cleavage, because it seemed rude not to if she was trying to show it to him. Was she looking for feedback? "Your bosom looks quite comely," he said, politely.

              He lifted his index finger slightly. "The right incentive should be the knowledge that you are making a choice to be a good and lawful citizen." Quiverwing was not as good with this line of reasoning as Gizmoduck was. "It shouldn't require bribery."

              • Queen Malicia of St. Canard
                Queen Malicia of St. Canard

                Her eyes fluttered momentarily in surprise and she let out a laugh. "I wasn't expecting you to be so forward!... I like it." She straightened up once more, allowing the 'bosom' in question to pop forward. She had misjudged her spacial surroundings however and they collided with the cash register, sending it toppling over with a loud crash and a Cha-ching! Several coins rolled out and she bent over to help herself to the paper bills as well. 

                "They really do have a mind of their own sometimes, they're practically a dousing rod for mischief." She said as she counted the wad of bills between her claws. "Negsy says they should legally qualify for weapons of mass destruction." 

                "Anyway, I can't stop stealing now, I'm only getting started with my newfound criminal career! Can you believe all this time I was working my perfectly-sculpted butt off with my magic shop when I could simply take what I want? I've been rather excited about the whole affair, I was debating whether I should go with some sort of 'supervillain' theme. You know, like how Megavolt has an electricity and toaster fetish theme, or that creepy little guy with the ant theme. In fact..." She motioned to the coronet on her head. "I was thinking of going the royal route. Would adding a scepter be too much?"

                • Quiverwing Duck
                  Quiverwing Duck

                  "It seems you're rather 'forward' yourself," Quiverwing remarked dryly, when Malicia's bosom busted the dosh box. "What's wrong with being a purveyor of magical paraphernalia? That seems like its a niche that needed to be filled."

                  He pressed his palms together. "Look. You haven't gone so far down that path, that you couldn't turn around and get back to more or less legal means of income. Also, outside of Europe, the royalty angle is a pretty hard sell. It's kind of like giving yourself a code name that includes 'Doctor' when you don't have a doctorate. The exception is Dr. Slug who actually does have a doctorate."

                  Quiverwing waved a hand to dismiss that sidetrack, then he gracefully dropped backwards off of his perch, doing a neat flip on the way down so he could land lightly on his feet. "Are you doing this for money or for attention?"

                  • Queen Malicia of St. Canard
                    Queen Malicia of St. Canard

                    "Can it be both?" A valid question. And also one-hundred percent Malicia logic. 

                    "Quiverwing, I appreciate your attempts at convincing me, but you're not giving this enough passion. Howeverrrr..." She leaned forward again and smiled demurely.

                    "A kiss would certainly inspire me to move back down the path of righteousness." As if she had even walked that path at any point to begin with. 

                    "You blew me away with your passion the last time you kissed me. The striptease was nice too." No mention of the chain of incidents that led up to that particular moment. 

                     

                    • Quiverwing Duck
                      Quiverwing Duck

                      Quiverwing removed his hat, holding it in his left hand as he spoke to Malicia. He even made actual eye contact with her, which was a feat unto itself considering their height disparity and the visual trap of her bosom.

                      "I appreciate your appreciation," he said, politely. "I'm also flattered, of course, but further osculatory interactions would be inappropriate. I'm currently in a relationship. But as reasonable adults, I'm certain we can discuss this in a rational manner... for example, what's your plan if you get captured? I don't think the police are going to be lenient if you're stealing big ticket items like that."

                      • Queen Malicia of St. Canard
                        Queen Malicia of St. Canard

                        Her eyes fluttered in surprise. It was not, however, the subject of a potential arrest that seemed to catch her off guard.

                        "In a relationship? You?" She chortled. "Who in this dingy two-bit town has the ability to reign in a hottie like yourself?" Especially one who was by nature incredibly flirtatious and charming. The very notion that Quiverwing was even capable of monogamy was beyond her grasp.

                        Not to mention the idea that he could turn down someone as beautiful as herself was simply... inconceivable!

                        "I think you're just yanking my gorgeous tail."

                         

                        • Quiverwing Duck
                          Quiverwing Duck

                          There was a crime in progress, and Quiverwing was worried about some elements of his personal life, but he was still highly susceptible to flattery. At least, when it was flattery that fluffed his physical vanity. He gave a slight toss of his head, which brought his hair into a more rakish dishevelment.

                          "Why, Ms. Macawber, I would never do something as crass as that. Unless you actually enjoyed it, I suppose," he assured her, his voice losing some of its polite poise, and becoming something more purring and alluring. "But I am being honest with you. I've been dating Ariana. Your cousin," Quiverwing clarified, just in case. "It would be unseemly for me to step out on her."

                          • Queen Malicia of St. Canard
                            Queen Malicia of St. Canard

                            Mal was simply nodding along, focusing on the way his shirt hugged against those delicious pecs, and how he was making her reconsider her staunch anti-pants stance. Boy, would it be fun to pull those down to his ankles and... 

                            "ARIANA???" The perpetual ice water dumped over her head at the very mention of her cousin. Was there some truth to what Ari had told her? Impossible! 

                            "Dating? As in seeing? Romantically?" As if there was any alternative definition. Then again, given Mal's propensity for changing the meaning of everything to suit her own personal needs...

                             

                            • Quiverwing Duck
                              Quiverwing Duck

                              "Yes, that's right," Quiverwing affirmed, his attitude still pleasant even in the face of Malicia's bewildered reaction. "We go out regularly in, as you said, a romantic capacity. Beyond that, of course, propriety forbids me from going into further detail."

                              He curled his index finger just under his lower lip, his expression faintly contrite. "Which reminds me, when I did kiss you, it was before I was dating anyone regularly. However, I know at that time you were... well, I suppose at this point that's not something you'd want to discuss. But I was inappropriate, and I'm sorry about that."

                              Even if there had been mitigating circumstances surrounding that situation, there was always the vanishingly small chance that he could have figured out a different way to draw Malicia's attention.

                              • Queen Malicia of St. Canard
                                Queen Malicia of St. Canard

                                "You're saying you're sorry that you ever kissed my perfectly sculpted bill?!" My how fast the temperature could change when one was capable of bursting into hellfire. The coronets melted in her grip, all but forgotten for the time being. 

                                She absolutely refused to accept the very notion that Quiverwing would choose anyone over her, let alone that blonde bimbo of a blood relative. There must have been some mistake here, perhaps Quiverwing was severely inebriated over the span of however long he'd begun dating Ari. Maybe getting his arms hacked off with a cursed demonic chainsaw had left behind a few residual effects, such as temporary dementia. And chronic beer goggles. 

                                "Why bother with that whiny insecure twit?" No love lost between her family it seemed. "She nearly bored me to death a couple days ago with her game of Twenty Questions regarding us." The 'us' inferred to be this clearly-real-and-not-at-all-fabricated-connection between Mal and Quiverwing. 

                                • Quiverwing Duck
                                  Quiverwing Duck

                                  Quiverwing was calm in the face of Malicia's fiery anger, his cape fluttering and flowing as the sudden heat pushed at the air around it. He was no stranger to having women, especially supernatural women, getting angry with him.

                                  He held up one hand in a placating gesture. "No, Ms. Macawber, the kiss itself was not a problem. I'm sorry if what I was saying came across that way. I meant, that you were seeing someone exclusively at the time I kissed you. So, it was disrespectful for me to do that to you; that's what I'm apologizing for."

                                  The aspect of the duckubus' anger that did trouble him was how much it burned over the subject of Ariana. 'Us'. 'A couple days ago'. Getting no responses at all from Ariana when he called, left voicemail, or texted in the last couple of days. Oh.

                                  It was possible that these things were coincidental, but Quiverwing doubted that. Not with his track record of getting into trouble because he couldn't keep his beak to himself. "Uh." Atypically, Quiverwing was at a loss for words.

                                  • Queen Malicia of St. Canard
                                    Queen Malicia of St. Canard

                                    Quiverwing was clearly left speechless by her beauty and wit. Fortunately, Mal loved the sound of her own voice and was able to continue with an (unintentional) explanation he never asked for. 

                                    "Poor thing was so delusional though, kept insisting you loved her and only her. But I think she saw reason after I told her your ex-fiancee was an other-dimensional Morgana. Didn't seem too happy about that, but then again the very thought of you placing your hands all over any Morgana would make me want to cry too." The real tragedy happening here, clearly. 

                                    "She was awfully nosy about the whole affair but I laid down the facts and set her straight. Then I got bored with the whole conversation and told her to go whine to Morgana instead. Her sister, her problem."

                                    • Quiverwing Duck
                                      Quiverwing Duck

                                      If Quiverwing had been in a logical state of mind he would have chided himself for thinking a situation was about as bad as it could be, and while it would take some careful handling it ultimately would be something he could fix. Of course a situation could always get worse.

                                      Malicia bickering with Ariana and probably telling her about that kissing incident was not ideal, but something that could be smoothed out through discussion. After all, he hadn't been going out with Ariana at that time. She probably would have responded to his messages by now, undoubtedly wanting to know what that was all about, and then he could have explained things and it would all be okay.

                                      That other thing, though. The one he didn't like to discuss or even think about, and so he had never brought it up to Ariana. He should have, but he never wanted to, and never knew how, so he avoided it entirely.

                                      He wished he could be angry with Malicia, but angry about what? That she may have delivered the information to Ariana with minimal tact? No. He had made a conscious decision to not blame others for the repercussions of his own mistakes.

                                      Quiverwing took in a slow, deep breath, exhaled it, and then he was able to address Malicia calmly. "Ms. Macawber, I hope you'll accept my apology, but I need to go. I do have feelings for Ariana, and as you noted, I'm certain she's unhappy right now. I need to discuss things with her." He turned his head away slightly, so that when he said, "Knighthawk, to me," it was clearer that he wasn't addressing that to Malicia.

                                      • Queen Malicia of St. Canard
                                        Queen Malicia of St. Canard

                                        Malicia did not like being ignored. She especially did not like being ignored in favor of a blood relative - Morgana, Ari, or otherwise.

                                        "You go do that." She spat. "And when that's all good and done" in more ways than one, "You should drop by my place so I can show you what you're missing out on. And 'apologize' to me good and proper." Despite the offer, it was clear Mal wasn't realistically holding her breath at this point.

                                        Yep, definite dementia situation happening over here. There could be no other possible explanation. 

                                        • Quiverwing Duck
                                          Quiverwing Duck

                                          "Ms. Macawber... Malicia... I really am very sorry." Quiverwing held his feathered hat over his heart, and bowed to the irritated duckubus. As he was doing this, a black car with a rumbling engine and dark windows was rapidly approaching, the vehicle's twin headlights shifting from hard white to dim purple.

                                          The look the mallard gave Malicia as he put his hat back on was a little difficult to read, but seemed both contrite and concerned. He turned and ran into the road as if he intended to get hit by the car, which was clearly not going to slow down. Without breaking his stride, Quiverwing jumped and took his next step on the long hood and dove into the cab through some kind of open sunroof. It was an impractical but efficient way to enter a car in a hurry.

                                          Burglary? Whatever. Have at it, apparently.

                                          • Queen Malicia of St. Canard
                                            Queen Malicia of St. Canard

                                            And she did indeed have at it, just to spite him. But actually mostly because there was no way she'd be leaving a jewelry store untapped. 

                                            As furious and indignant as she felt, she hated even more that he managed to be so damn charming about the whole affair. How does one reject The Demon Queen of St. Canard in a sexy fashion? Quiverwing Duck knew the formula. Curse him! She'd find a way to get her revenge.... eventually. But first: Time for a private one-Mal orchestrated fashion show.