RP: Get Bent

In the basement of your standard abandoned factory - with so many evil plots going it could be hard to have a custom hideout for each one - Negaduck was setting up his latest theft from an unnamed laboratory.

A mini karaoke system with inbuilt disco ball?

"Finally!" Yes, that deserved an evil cackle. "No agents, no magic, just my own unmolested access to other worlds!"

A grin as he flicked a switch. Ooo, he did love a good switch.

"Can't ransack just one."

The lighting whirled and spun a blinding pattern on the ceiling before redirecting it straight ahead against the wall.

Green, eerie and humming. All the indications were good.

"Yes!" he whooped, and dived inside.

Only to crash beak first into the concrete as if there wasn't a gateway there at all.

Confused, and mildly frustrated about having to krick his face back into place, he eyed the vortex. No, definitely there. He could feel it!

This time he only swung a punch to test it - and crunched his hand. Anger building, he hit it again. And kicked it. And smashed at chair at it.

It seemed it was a portal of purely the one way variety.

"Oh for-" Biting back a tantrum, "That's it, I'm going to find a nerd to throw at this thing. Worst case, I'll be throwing a nerd into a brick wall."

Storming out with a whirl of his cape, he knew at the very least, that would help cheer him up.

    • Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles
      Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles

      By day she was St. Canard's richest billionaire and heiress of her deceased parents' global wide business establishments, by night she cruised the city as a vigilante who would break the rules and do whatever it takes to get rid of crime-- except to take a life. She hoped that the day that she would have to cross that line would never come-- especially now that she adopted a young boy whom she cared and loved more than anything in the world.

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      After tying up some bank robbers, she head back to the Mallard-Mobile to continue her patrol her beloved city for the next hour before returning home to tuck her son into bed.

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      With all quiet, she began to make her way when she caught sight of a strange glowing object suddenly appearing from thin air. How odd.

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      Parking her car, she got out and looked at it thoughtfully.

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      "Wow! Look at that!" A young boy exclaimed excitedly, jumping out from the car.

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      "GAH!" The sudden outburst and appearance of her adopted son startled her and within seconds she had her arms crossed, giving the child the infamous Mom Stare™. "Gilbert Mallard, how many times have I told you not to tag along in the backseat on a school night?!"

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      "I wasn't in the backseat, I was under it." He smirked, approaching the glowing circular object as he stuck his hand through it. "Mom, there's something in here!"

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      "How many times have I said not to call--"

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      Aaaaaaaaand he jumped through it. Of course he did. 

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      Giving an exasperated sigh, she jumped in after her son, ready in case of a fight.

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      On the other side was an abandoned warehouse. That hasn't been used in decades judging by the dust and cobwebs everywhere. Taking hold of her son's hand, she furrowed her brow. "You are so ground--"

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      Sssshhhhhhroooooop. The portal suddenly disappeared!

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      Grumbling to herself, she decided the best course of action was to get her son home before anything else happens.

      • Quiverwing Duck
        Quiverwing Duck

        The warehouse district of St. Canard was not exactly a hotbed of activity. That was to say, it saved its bustle for the daytime when commodities had to be moved in and out of storage. Of course there were those who used warehouses for other reasons, often corrupt, sometimes involving commodities but too often involving contraband and criminal conduct.

        Anyway. Quiverwing Duck was not actually patrolling the warehouse district. He was on his way to a particular building where he kept a lot of his stuff, but when driving through the area he always had a variety of scanning devices turned on with readouts and images spooling out on a few displays on his car's dashboard. The Knighthawk was a heavy vehicle and while Quiverwing was an excellent at evasive driving, it was hard on the tires when you had to avoid running over some dope who decided to dash across the road out of nowhere.

        Passing by some structures that should have been empty, one of his readouts alerted him to an excess of energy being emitted by...something. He sighed and muttered, "I hope it's not Megavolt again." He owed that guy an apology and it was awkward trying to do that sincerely while also attempting to clobber the person you were apologizing to.

        The gleaming black car rolled to a stop, and one of the immediate area maps showed there were some people in one building as well. Squatters? Nefarious ne'er-do-wells?

        The moonroof of the Knighthawk opened and Quiverwing's upper body rose up out of it, as he put some sunglasses. Or, really, they were enhanced vision goggles, but they looked like sunglasses. It was the least invasive way to check on activity behind walls; he didn't want to rudely interrupt citizens who might be innocently loitering in an ostensibly abandoned building.

        • Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles
          Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles

          Knightwing Duck made her way out of the abandoned warehouse, finding herself in the warehouse district. Pulling out the remote to her car from her utility belt, she pressed the button that was supposed to have the mighty Mallard-Mobile drive itself right to her.

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          After a minute or two of said vehicle not showing up, the vigilante muttered in frustration under her breathe as she began to impatiently press the button repeatedly. "I just put fresh batteries in this morning! Ugh!"

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          The ten year old redhead duckling that stood with his awesome crime-fighting mother, looked around. "Mo-- Er, Knightwing, I think we should just walk to the car, it's just around the corner I think?"

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          "Guess we have to, then I'm driving you straight home where the only entertainment you'll be having for a week are books!" Taking her son by the hand, she walked off around the corner-- and the Mallard-Mobile was nowhere to be found. "Are you kidding me?!"

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          "Mo-- Er, Knightwing, relax." Gilbert waved his hand dismissively as he pulled out his phone. "I'll get us a Movr to Mallard Enterprises and we can get Lulu to track down the Mallard-Mobile easy peasy." 

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          "...Or not." He frowned. While he had access to the Movr app, he could not find his mother's company on the map in the city. 

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          "What do you mean 'or not'? Did you break your phone ag--" She peered over to take a look, eyes widening when she saw that the app said that her family's company wasn't a valid place. "Gimmie that." She took the phone and typed out the street address. Apps were finicky that way, needing a solid address instead of the name of the--

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          Was that a mall where her company should be?! Odd. And suspicious. Maybe if she tried her home add-- an empty lot. The realization that they weren't home caused her to pale. 

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          Gilbert had come to the same realization as he watched his mother/hero type in the various addresses only for other things to pop up. "....Keen gear! That thing must have been a portal!" He jumped up and down excitedly, clearly not worried that they were possibly stranded.

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          Knightwing Duck was the opposite- she was not happy at all with their predicament. That portal closed behind them! What if they never get home?! Her company! Her St. Canard! She vowed to keep it all safe! And what about Gilbert?! She has no way to support him!

           

          • Quiverwing Duck
            Quiverwing Duck

            Quiverwing wasn't certain what he had been expecting to see, but a lady and a kid had not even gotten into the top five possibilities on his mental list. They weren't really doing anything other than walking a little, and then standing around again.

            He didn't feel comfortable with the idea of a kid being in this district at this hour, even in the company of an adult. They didn't seem to be making their way to transportation, which made it more troubling. Quiverwing took off his sunglasses goggles and dropped back down into the driver's seat. The moonroof closed as he turned the Knighthawk around. He had been driving dark, so he activated the headlights, which shone a dark purple. They were mostly for the benefit of onlookers.

            The engine of the gleaming black car purred as it pulled up to the curb right by where Knightwing and Gilbert were standing. The dark passenger side window rolled down, and Quiverwing peered out at them. He tipped his plumed hat. "Hello, I'm Quiverwing Duck. Please pardon my interruption, but are you in need of assistance? You seem a bit lost, and this isn't an ideal area to be lost in."

            • Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles
              Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles

              The woman pondered her options. She could go back where to the warehouse they arrived in this other St. Canard and try to figure out how to open the portal back up, or find a safe place for Gilbert to sleep for the night as it was past his bedtime...She would also need to secure clothes and food in case the worst case scenario happens in which they are stuck here for a few days.

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              "Hey, Mom! Look at that cool car!"

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              Snapping out of her train of thought due to hearing her son's words, she quickly pushed him behind her protectively while her other hand withdrew a small wooden baton-- which seemed like a pretty useless weapon, but it wasn't what it appeared to be.

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              As the stranger introduced himself, Knightwing was suspicious and was glaring at him- the sort of glare any parent would recognize as-- 'go near my kid, and I'll end your life'. "No thanks, we're fine." Sure his colorful-- not to mention similar color scheme and politeness could make one think he's a hero like herself, but one must always be cautious in the world of crime-fighting!

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              Gilbert thought otherwise.

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              "C'mon, we can trust him, Mom!" 

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              "Gilbert!" The mother quickly covered his bill.

              • Quiverwing Duck
                Quiverwing Duck

                Now that he could see the pair properly, Quiverwing's curiosity was piqued by how familiar they seemed. It also occurred to him that some guy in a big, intimidating car talking to a woman and a child in such a bleak locale might not come across as all that friendly.

                He shut off the engine, said, "I'm very sorry. I'm going to step out of my vehicle," and then he did so. Getting out of the Knighthawk, Quiverwing walked around the front of the car, but didn't approach the two any closer than that. The woman was clearly uncomfortable enough about the situation already. "Hi. I didn't want to alarm you two, I was just worried you might be stranded. Public transportation isn't exactly accessible around here."

                The drake put his hands up to show they were empty. No weapons, just some dark purple archery gloves that left half his fingers bare. "I can help you get a cab or something, if you like. Where do you need to go?"

                • Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles
                  Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles

                  "If your intent isn't to make people not be alarmed, perhaps try to approach them without such a villainous looking vehicle." She quipped, giving the duck another look over now that he was closer to them. She wasn't going to rule out the possibility that this guy was bad news, the moment she would let her guard down this guy could take her son for all she knows!

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                  On the other hand, she also had the feeling-- a much stronger one at that, that this guy was just genuinely concerned. Plus with this being a different dimension and how similar the two looked to one another, she couldn't rule out the possibility that this was the Duck Knight of this dimension either.

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                  Her gaze went to her son, who was looking at the stranger in amazement and adoration...While she much didn't like Gilbert admiring any hero other than herself, she did need to put his safety first.

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                  "Unless you know of a cab that can get to other dimensions, I don't think you can be much of a help." She shrugged, putting her baton away, extending her hand out as she introduced herself. "Knightwing Duck."

                  • Quiverwing Duck
                    Quiverwing Duck

                    Villainous? Quiverwing looked at his car. He patted the long, shiny hood and said, mostly to the vehicle than to the other ducks present, "I think she's beautiful, the way she is."

                    He removed his plumed hat and gave his head a slight toss to keep his hair from falling into his eyes, bowing slightly when he took Knightwing's hand to shake it. "Oh..." Due to his personal experiences, he jumped straight to a conclusion. "Are you two from another dimension? I picked up an anomalous amount of energy nearby, was there a portal generated?"

                    • Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles
                      Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles

                      Knightwing shook his hand, nodding her head at his guess. "At  the time I have no idea what it was as I have never seen a portal before outside of sci-fi." She began to explain, shrugging her shoulders before gesturing to her son. 

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                      "Gilbert somehow snuck along for my patrol and decided to go through the strange glowing oval."

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                      Gilbert grinned sheepishly.

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                      "I chased after him, and we came out of that warehouse over there." She pointed to one of the older abandoned ones. "Closed right after I passed through."

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                      The woman smiled softly in spite of the situation. "It's funny, I've had dealt with aliens and time travel, but I never thought that there were alternate universes. Just when I thought I had everything figured out..."

                       

                      • Quiverwing Duck
                        Quiverwing Duck

                        Quiverwing grinned back at the kid. That sort of behavior sounded familiar. His smile faded slightly when he heard that the portal had closed. "Pardon me," he said, then he turned his head towards his car.

                        "Knighthawk, please mark this location." Quiverwing returned his attention to Knightwing and Gilbert. "It's supposed to be easier to re-open a portal in a location that has already been breached, " he explained. "Uh... I'll be up front about this. There are quite a few alternate universes. I'm from one as well, and when my portal closed, I was stranded here. The technology or magic required to open a portal is pretty specialized. But at least I know a lot more about it now than I did when I first got here."

                        He blinked a few times, and then grinned broadly. "Oh, gosh. Darkwing Duck is gonna be thrilled to meet you two." Quiverwing's smile got even brighter. "He hates having his 'territory' invaded by other heroes."

                        • Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles
                          Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles

                          Knightwing was intrigued by how Quiverwing was even from another dimension, though she did pale a few shades due to hearing how he was stranded here. What if they're stranded too?! No! She made a promise and she will fulfill it by getting a portal home no matter what!

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                           "'Darkwing Duck'?" She repeated curiously, couldn't help but allowing a giggle to escape her bill. "Seems looks aren't all we have in common." She was of course referring to how their hero names all had the words 'wing' and 'duck', which had also made the female mallard quite curious as to what else her doppelgangers had in common with her. "Well, he'll be happy to know that I won't be doing any hero work during the duration of my stay. Though I do admit to being interested in meeting him, also learning more about the both of you-- I'm curious to see how similar we all are."

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                          "Do you happen to know if this currency is also used in this dimension?" She took out her wallet from her belt before pulling out a stack of american one-hundred dollar bills.

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                          Wow was this alt-wing loaded.

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                          "I need to get a hotel for Gilbert to stay in while I find us a way home."

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                          "I don't think hotels are gonna wanna rent out room to people in a mask and costume, Mom." Gilbert added before looking to Quiverwing. "Hey! Maybe we can stay with you or this Darkwing Guy!"

                          • Quiverwing Duck
                            Quiverwing Duck

                            "It looks pretty similar, ma'am, but I wouldn't recommend using it. If there are any differences in printing patterns, paper, or if the serial numbers are already used, you might get in trouble for counterfeiting," Quiverwing explained. From the way he said it, this was more than merely a good guess.

                            The drake rubbed his chin, frowning slightly in thought. "I'm not sure how amenable DW would be to having you stay with him. I don't really have any guest rooms set up yet at my home, but you could stay in my headquarters. It has good security as well as living facilities. It's not posh, but as a bonus I have an extensive gym and training area." Quiverwing tended to assume that anyone who was even slightly like himself was always happy to have a chance to work out. "I can set up a computer for you to use on my network, too. That might help."

                            • Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles
                              Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles

                              "Huh, hadn't thought of it like that." She hadn't thought about it at all in all honesty, because she never thought in a million years that she would be stranded in another dimension so who has time to prepare for such things?!

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                              Thankfully she was good at hiding and holding in her panic and distress so none would be the wiser. The last thing she wanted was to lose her cool in a situation like this.

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                              Placing her hands on her hip, she smirked as he explained how Darkwing wouldn't be fond of staying with him. "I don't blame him, if I was in his shoes, I wouldn't want an unknown alternate me staying at my house or my cave either."

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                              Knightwing smiled fondly at the offer and even became more so interested upon hearing of said headquarters having a gym and training area. "Well, you certainly are nice to offer us your headquarters, Quiverwing. Perhaps you could have Darkwing meet us there? I think he has the right to know since this is his dimension."