Last Third Winter Night's Dream (Open RP)

 

The weather was nice in the park for a day in mid February. It had snowed a few days prior. Today was warm enough to wear a jacket open without a hat. Yet, it was still cool enough for white snow to blanket the ground and in the tree branches.

 

Unseen by mortal eyes was a mammal in a white toga with small feathered wings. Though the wings looked too small to hold up a full grown adult body, the figure had no problem keeping a few feet of the ground. Cupid sighed, looking bored as he pulled an arrow from the quiver on his back. He looked for a target as he took a firmer grip on his bow.

 

Cupid was about to take aim at the average good couple, that being two nerds reading at opposite benches. However, someone walking by on the sidewalk that instead caught his attention.

 

He couldn't believe his eyes. There he saw a black haired duck, rushing to work fifteen minutes late with an overpriced coffee in her hand, that was Eris blessed. It was an unexpected sight, because known to him, Eris had not blessed a mortal in hundreds of years. And yet, this figure was definity young and mortal.

 

“How odd. Well, this should be exciting,” he took aim and fired an arrow at her. The arrow seemed to just disappear on impact. The femme duck was unaffected. This only confused Cupid more.

 

He pursued her firing a few more arrows as every one disappeared like the first. The target not knowing she was part of a hunt kept rushing towards an office building at the other side of the street from the park.

 

Cupid fired again. This time from the reflection of a parked truck he could see why his arrows were not sticking. They were passing through the Eris blessed mortal. Passing through, not affecting her, and hitting others beyond her.

 

When the winged deity realized this he took higher to the air to see the chaos he had unleashed. Every arrow he had rapid fired at the supposed agent of Eris was now instead on unintended victims. He slapped his own forehead. Even he should have known better not to mess with a harbinger of misfortune. Because of his carelessness this was all his fault.

 

Cupid looked over the victims from above, trying to figure out the best way to undo this. Suddenly, an alarm went off from his wrist watch, “Oh! Well, its break time. Gotta follow those Union rules.”

 

He let out a mischievous giggle before teleporting away in a shower of glitter and hearts mortal eyes could not see.

 

((You can have a character get hit by a random arrow while in the park and have chaos ensue. Cupid might try to fix it later. Might. No cap yet on how many characters but feel free to make a seperate post at any time that takes place during this but want to focus more on individual characters. ))

    • Duck Avenger
      Duck Avenger

      Donald was walking through the park this fine morning, enjoying the snow blanketing the ground. Bundled in a parka and mittens, he was keeping warm enough to be cozy as he admired the scenery.

      A sudden sharpness from behind brought him out of this mood.

      "WAK!" he yelped, looking behind and seeing the arrow stuck near his tail. He pulled it out, grumbling about what kind of person would do such a thing. As he began to look for the perpetrator, he spotted...them.

      The most perfect duck in all the world. The apple of his eye. The cream in his coffee.

      He ran to them with arms wide open.

      • Drake Mallard
        Drake Mallard

        And who happened to be by on his way to the store was none other than Drake Mallard. Sometimes he liked to go through the park to enjoy some fresh air and also keep an eye out for any evildoers who might like to cause trouble.

        That was when he saw Donald heading towards him with open arms. Before even a word had left his bill, he felt a sharp pain in his back side.

        Their eyes locked and soon he was off to meet the oncoming duck to meet him halfway into a tight embrace.

        Oh no. Not again!

        • Duck Avenger
          Duck Avenger

          The walk up to their embrace felt like it was in slow-motion, like Daisy's favorite movies, but it felt so incredibly right as Donald glomped his special one. "Drakey-poo!" said Donald, planting kisses all over Drake's beak. "How are you doing this Valentine's Day?"

          Probably doing great now that his arms were wrapped around the taller duck. That tall, dashing, dreamboat of a drake.

          • Drake Mallard
            Drake Mallard

            "Donnie!" Drake blushed from the kisses. "I'm doing much better now that you're here."

            His own arms curled around the other drake to tighten the embrace. 

            • Duck Avenger
              Duck Avenger

              Donald felt complete with Drake by his side. He wanted to spend the whole day with him.

              "Whaddaya say we blow this joint and get a coffee, honey wumpus?" schmoozed Donald.

              • Steelbeak
                Steelbeak

                Despite his status as a notorious FOWL agent, even Steelbeak needed some R&R, and the city park was cheap.  He didn't bother to disguise himself, instead brushing up on his pickpocketing skills and flirting with every attractive woman he saw, especially those that were with their partners.  He had just spotted Darkwing Duck across the field and immediately ducked behind a tree, grumbling at how that dopey do-gooder spoiled even his days off.  That was when he felt it, something bit into the side of his leg, through his Armani pants, and he howled in pain and shot upward right into the tree's branches.

                • James Wolfe
                  James Wolfe

                  James was scowling at the report his trainee had written. Once again, she had messed up. Why did she feel the need to ramble on and on about her feelings and why it affected an action she did was beyond him. 

                  He'd have to get her to rewrite her report. Again. Did that bluejay even know how to write formally and professional-? 

                  He blinked as something struck him in the back. It felt painful for a moment, and he was alarmed that he may have been shot at, but the pain soon turned into a pull. It was tugging him towards the last person he was thinking about. 

                  He stood, the chair falling over at his sudden motion. Then he sprinted out of the office. 

                  "I NEED TO TELL FELICIANA I LOVE HER!!" 

                  • A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs
                    A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs

                    A thin brunette duck in an orange turtleneck, warm plain brown coat, and clunky boots happened to be in the park that day, too, carrying a tray with two cups of coffee and a snack in a paperbag. Normally Amy Hartshell would spend this particular day either working or sulking in front of tv, looking for an action or horror flick to drown out the cheesey sentimentality oozing over all the networks. It had been fun hanging out with the Eggmen in a FOWL cafe, playing darts or pool or whatver suited their fancy and talking about anything that came to mind. It had even been fun flirting then, but now, Amy had someone in particular on her mind. She hoped she’d timed her jaunt across town in the frigid weather well. She was looking forward to warming up with her coffee during her friend’s lunchbreak.

                    She heard some yelps of pain in various parts of the park, but since nobody seemed to be in death throes or woe, she sped up her pace and kept walking, not wanting to get into trouble now.

                    • Steelbeak
                      Steelbeak

                      That was when he spied her from the treetops.  Steelbeak's beady eyes throbbed into huge pink hearts and he sighed with a lovey-dovey air.  "Dere she is!  My one true love!"

                      He clambered eagerly out of the branches and practically threw himself into her path.  "Hello gorgeous," he crooned.  "Goin' my way?"

                      • A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs
                        A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs

                        Amy jumped back and spun in a circle to keep the coffee cups from sloshing out of their holder and balance the paper bag.

                        “Chief! What are you doing here?” 

                        • Steelbeak
                          Steelbeak

                          "I t'ink de more appropriate question is what are you doin' 'ere instead a my place?"  He took one of the coffees and lazily took a draw, although his gaze was still focused on her in an amorous fashion.

                          • A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs
                            A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs

                            “YOUR place?!” Amy exclaimed. “Ha. Nice try, Bub, but you’ve already ditched me once.” Literally, through the trap door thanks to another date showing up at his place the wrong time. “No take-backs.”

                            She eyed the filched coffee cup and considered asking for recompense but the sooner she got out of here, the better.  She gave him a wide berth and tried to leave. 

                            • Steelbeak
                              Steelbeak

                              "Aww c'mon, don't be like dat!" he crooned, side-stepping to block her way.  "Let's 'ave a do-ova!  You know yer de only babe I got eyes for!"

                              He sipped again.

                              • A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs
                                A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs

                                “For all of five minutes, and even that is too long,” Amy rolled her eyes. She tried to manuever around him. “Why are you bothering with me when you flirt with everyone in your general vicinity every day?” 

                                If he kept this up, he was going to end up wearing that coffee, and hers as well, if necessary. She glanced at the park bench to see if she could jump up and over that to get away.

                                • Steelbeak
                                  Steelbeak

                                  "C'mon, babe, ya gotta give me anudda chance!  Ditch dis boring coffee and let's go get some real drinks, eh?"  He put his arm around her shoulders in an attempt to lead her through the park.

                                  • A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs
                                    A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs

                                    Amy started to go along with Steelbeak, thinking about the fine dining FOWL used to offer. She did miss the tasty cocktails and wine and fancy lattes... Wait! She had plans!

                                    ”No thanks. I have other things to do.” She ducked out from under his arm and backed away.

                                    • Steelbeak
                                      Steelbeak

                                      "Like what?" he inquired.  "Surely dey can't compare ta anyt'in' we could cook up.  Maybe I kin come along!"

                                      • A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs
                                        A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs

                                        “I don’t think so.” Amy grinned nervously. “You wouldn’t want to be arrested on sight, would you?” She kept trying to sidle away. 

                                        • Steelbeak
                                          Steelbeak

                                          He shrugged.  "Let'em try.  You know FOWL's got snipers an' spies everywhere in dis city.  I'm not afraid, and neither should you be.  Not when you're wit' me, babe."  He slung his arm around her again and started leading her away toward a bistro.  "Believe you me, once you taste dis place's coffee ya won't want a cup anywhere else!"

                                          • A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs
                                            A Lion, A Witch, and A Wardrobe of OCs

                                            Since he owed her a coffee, Amy went against her better instincts and went along, hoping she wasn’t walking into a trap. It wasn’t like he had planned to run into her, right?  

                                            “Okay...”

                                            She was pretty she’d been to this bistro before but it was a little out of her price range. She’d get the coffee, tolerate some chitchat, excuse herself to the bathroom, call Agent Connor and take off. 

                                            • Steelbeak
                                              Steelbeak

                                              He grinned, his metallic beak curving up awkwardly.  "Great!"  He offered her his arm and guided her out of the park.

                                              ((OOC: We can end it there, Lupine, if you want unless something happens to change Steelbeak back))