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RP: Another Lifetime

In the middle of St Canard Cemetery, crisp moonlight bounced off the firm round boulders.. atop the entrance way.

The city could be heard distantly all around; all the same, it was eerily peaceful. Beautiful, even. The rows and rows of the many who came before stood tall amongst long established gardens.

There, at its heart, was a great monument that housed an ancient forebear. It was delineated by a circle of thick marble pillars. Between them, in the centre of a number of recessed steps, lay the tomb itself. It's flat surface was inlaid with channels of silver, and the waist high sides covered with engravings.

They would not be resting in peace for long.

[[RETCON IN PROGRESS. All are welcome to come be on the sidelines but if you want to interfere with the action please message me first.]]

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

      An odd spot to rendezvous, but given Negaduck's past transgressions, it shouldn't really surprise her that he liked being surrounded by moldy corpses.

      She had spent a considerable amount of time on her appearance tonight. After all, she had some... questions, for her partner. And nothing loosens lips quite like a plunging neckline with a diamond-encrusted skull choker.

      With wine in tow -- might as well finish it off later -- she glanced at the slip of paper. Centre tomb. Right, this was the spot.

      Now where was that idiot? If he even dared to stand her up...

      • Negaduck
        Negaduck

        "My, aren't we looking ravishing tonight."

        There he was, having appeared in one of the spaces between the pillars.

        Because of course Negaduck couldn't simply sit and, say, read a nice magazine while waiting for a meeting. Oh no. Theatrics all the way.

        And what a night for theatrics it was.

        "So glad you could make space in your busy schedule," he crooned, stepping into the light. "I would so appreciate having a little chat."

        Was that ominous or a come-on? Nearly impossible to tell with him. Probably both.

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

          "You know how much I enjoy our little chats." Her bill spread into a fanged smile.

          "Besides..." Stepping toward him, hips swaying rhythmically. "You've been on my mind a lot lately..."

          Stopping a few feet away from where he stood. "But where are my manners? You invited me, so perhaps I'll let you go first."

          She uncorked the wine and set it down on the cement slab next to her, motioning for him to have at it.

          • Negaduck
            Negaduck

            The suggestiveness simply oozed off him right until she placed the bottle on the tomb proper.

            Cue frantic grab for it, which he a little too late realised was a touch.. odd.

            "Heh.. thirsty," he covered, and downed an unhealthy portion quickly, before discarding it to one side. Clearly keen to keep hands free for.. other purposes.

            "I actually wanted to give you something, my dear."

            Closing in, sliding his hands around those shapely hips.

            "Something you've been asking for for a long, long time..."

            Ooo, a guessing game. What fun.

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

              "Oh?" She moved into his touch. "Finally ready to kiss and make-up?" She ran a clawed hand under his bill, stroking it affectionately.

              "You know, I don't think we've ever done it in a graveyard. We really ought to rectify that..." Low purr.

              "We can quench that thirst of yours."

              • Negaduck
                Negaduck

                "Oh we have a lot to rectify..."

                Embracing her roughly, Malicia's tailend was eventually deposited onto the tomb top. He pressed against her with rage-backed need, rumbling madly against her bill, her neck.

                The usual.

                Right up until her back fell against the stone surface, when enchanted cuffs would burst forth from the marble itself, restraining each of her limbs.

                " ... Including our long standing 'arrangement'."

                Getting creative again, was he?

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

                  Closing her eyes she let out a low, playful growl, allowing him to take control as his body flattened hers against the cold surface.

                  It took her a few seconds to clue in to what happened. Cracking one eye open, she tugged at the restraints. Golly, these were strong. But it wasn't the first time he had dug up magical cuffs from some random source. After all, it made everything all the more dangerous, and therefore fun...

                  "My, my, you're quite eager tonight." She teased.

                  Gazing up at him through half-lidded eyes. "Are you going to teach me a lesson that I'll soon never forget? Make sure I never order you around again? I know I've been a bad girl..."

                  • Negaduck
                    Negaduck

                    No surprises there.

                    "This," he leaned in good and close. "Does not mean what you think it means."

                    And before she could postulate further, the blackness from his cape began to bleed into the cold air. Wisping around, it gradually took the shape of a person. An unfortunately familiar person.

                    Except this time she was clad in a dress like the very smoke she had materialised from. Incompressibly dark and flowing, like her nearly floor length white streaked hair.

                    "I believe we've met," purred Morgana.

                    Or was it?

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

                      The flirtatious smile melted from her face in an instant, drawing all passionate heat with it. He may as well have dumped a bucket of ice on her, it would've garnered the same reaction.

                      She didn't even have to ask; she knew which Morgana this was.

                      Eyes slid back to Negaduck, pupils narrowing with barely-contained rage.

                      "You do realize that I.O.U was explicitly a one-time use deal."

                      • Negaduck
                        Negaduck

                        "Oooooo, I'm sorry," in a tone that sang the opposite. "I gave the impression that everything was hunky dory, didn't I? That a little bonding time with you and your 'friends' would be enough to restore everything to 'normal'? That your, ergh, 'affection' would make me overlook so so many indiscretions, including-"

                        This was a sore point, going by the repetition.

                        "-INCLUDING leaving me to ROT FOREVER in the backwaters of OBLIVION?!"

                        In case Malicia had missed the sarcasm, a fist thumped down not inches from her head, hard enough to make the whole grave jump.

                        "WRONG."

                        Straightening up, radiating nothing but scorn.

                        "The one good thing that came out of that is, well, if you float around in nothingness long enough you're bound to bump into people you know." And whom you banished there yourself in fact.

                        "Luckily all that time had given Morgana plenty of time to cool off," Malicia wasn't the only one to experience ice water dumping. "So we came with a plan."

                        Or more 'I came up with ingenious plan because I am amazing' but he was aware that 'we' carried a bigger sting.

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

                          There was a long silence.

                          And then.

                          "......Are you a complete and utter moron?"

                          Completely the response he was expecting, yes?

                          "I didn't leave you to rot, I thought you were dead. Everyone did! And you think I didn't search? I tried everything I could think of to reach straight into the netherworld to find you!" She spat. "So that I could drag you back here myself, after YOU got your dumb ass BLOWN UP in the first place!"

                          "Just what are you hoping to accomplish by bringing her here, anyway?" If she could move her arms, they would be pointing threateningly at the 'her' in question.

                          "If it was to prove just how comparatively dull and hideous she appears in my pristine presence then well done, you've accomplished that tenfold."

                          • Negaduck
                            Negaduck

                            This defence he was clearly expecting.

                            "You tried, did you? Yeah I'm sure you tried real hard when you weren't too busy stealing my goddamn criminal empire off my supposedly dead corpse!"

                            No matter what her excuse had been after years of waiting, he would have been quick to pick fault. To return to see her so successful though? In a way he had never achieved?

                            "Convenient for you, wasn't it? Countless times you had cursed my existence, wishing - what was it - that I had 'never run you down with that blasted bike in the first place'? Then FINALLY I was gone, and you were free to play the Queen, bolstered by the dregs of my reputation!"

                            The crazy had built to a frenzy but then dropped back to low, cold malevolence.

                            "All Morgana and I are going to do is see that wish of yours granted." So kind. So generous. Until- "With the added bonus of reversing every second I've wasted on you!"

                            The witch had nothing to add, however to say she was feeling awfully superior at that point would be an unnecessary cruelty.

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

                              "You....... what?" It took her a moment to comprehend what he was implying. He wanted to 'reverse' every second... how was that even poss--

                              Oh.

                              Ooooooh.

                              Eyes slid over to the witch in question. "....And I take it you're the one who stole my spellbook then."

                              The pieces were all starting to fall into place.

                              Back to Negaduck. "So... what exactly is this master plan of yours, then?"

                              Because I know how much you love to brag.

                              • Negaduck
                                Negaduck

                                Despite this, Morgana managed to cut him off.

                                "A time reversal spell. Quite simple really. It's just a jump to the left, and a step to the right..."

                                Waving a hand dismissively.

                                "And some other details involving your blood and the spiritual force of this tomb."

                                Oh. Minor details then.

                                "The only trick," Morgana continued. "Was that we needed one thing to cast on to ensure you would never get your filthy claws into him again..."

                                Holding one hand to the light, a pendant dangling between her fingers. A pendant with a glowing purple centre.

                                "... this."

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

                                  She shot upwards so fiercely that the stone beneath her threatened to crack. But the chains were stronger and yanked her back.

                                  "That's mine!" She screeched. "Get your cheaply-manicured nails off it!"

                                  Turning back to Negaduck, eyes wide with disbelief. "And you're going along with this?! How do you know she isn't tricking you into a spell that'll make you her personal lap dog for all of eternity? You should be more cunning than this!"

                                  Time reversal... a highly dangerous and forbidden spell. He couldn't seriously be going along with this, could he? What benefit would it possibly serve?!

                                  • Negaduck
                                    Negaduck

                                    "First off," Negaduck having finally gotten a word back in. "It was my idea. Secondly, she has to hand it back for the stupid spell to work."

                                    No response from Nega-Morgana. But that was her cue. Sneer faltering, he tore his gaze away from Malicia.

                                    "Ah hem. I SAID you're going to hand it back."

                                    Morgana, however, was staring into the orb, entranced. "She's right. Such power. Why don't I..."

                                    A warning snarl. "Morg..."

                                    "After everything I've done, I've earned it. Something for me..."

                                    "MORGANA."

                                    That snapped her out of whatever pull the prospect of a fresh, unanchored soul had. "RIGHT right. Here."

                                    A flick of the fingers and the orb zoomed at him. Smack in the chest, bowled him over with a ZOOOP sound and disappeared.

                                    Grunting, and grumbling something about cigarettes, Negaduck pulled himself back up using the tomb.

                                    "Now," Morgana was enjoying this. "Time for the fun part. We can finally remove that hold she has on you..."

                                    If it wasn't clear, Negaduck sourly yanked down the side of his turtleneck to reveal - Malicia's mark. Still there.

                                    Not the sort of thing you could scrub out, apparently.

                                    But was it magic?

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

                                      As Morgana gazed into it, Mal was having a small fit of her own, screeching and howling like a Tasmanian Devil. No, you can't have it! I won't let you! After all I've done for it!

                                      Seeing it return to Negaduck caused her to settle down. Better off with him... for the most part. Assuming he didn't hock it again when his cigar supply ran low, the idiot.

                                      Watching the scene unfold, she grew visibly confused.

                                      "What in Hades' left nipple are you babbling on about?" She snapped impatiently. "What 'hold' are you talking about? I mean, sure there is my magnetic charisma, my incomparable beauty, my stunning brilliance... all of which make me naturally irresistible. But that's all innate."

                                      She nodded in Morgana's direction with her head. "Unlike some women, I don't need to use magic to ensnare men. Only desperate hags rely on that sort of thing!"

                                      • Negaduck
                                        Negaduck

                                        "We'll see about that," scoffed Morgana, and hurled a spell straight at his throat.

                                        BOOM! Down he went again.

                                        And yet the mark was still there.

                                        "I.. don't understand!" Out came the spell book - the borrowed spell book - and the witch flicked through it frantically. "That should have worked!"

                                        The confusion passing onto Negaduck by then, who secretly felt totally out of his depth when it came to magic, and resented them all for it. "What did you do, you wall-crushing wench?" Dropping his voice so Morgana could concentrate - and you know, not overhear as much.

                                        "Clearly something has been clouding my judgement whenever I'm around you. How else do you explain the effort I've spent fixing your mistakes? Hunting down your ex-es? Coaching your brats!"

                                        Fully fledged interrogation mode here, leaning in for the accusation. "You VOODOOed me with your demon powers back when you first must have realised I was too powerful to have as your enemy! Drop the act, Malicia. I'M ONTO YOU."

                                        Clueless. Absolutely clueless.

                                        • Piper/ Jade
                                          Piper/ Jade

                                          It was at that moment, that somewhere from the sidelines came a small little marble sized object. It clanked, tainked, bounced, and rolled right to Negaduck’s accusing feet.

                                          A pause…

                                          Then BOOOOOM!! an explosion that seemed ridiculously large for such a small little thing.
                                          But that was not the attack… the attack came in for the form of twinkling little sparkles that rocketed up due to the explosion, and came falling down like little angel tears.

                                          All over Negaduck. Glitter bomb… literally.

                                          Peeking around one of the headstones, Jade was laughing silently at the scene. Worth it… It would seem that Malicia had not come alone as instructed. Or she had been followed…. either way…

                                          • Negaduck
                                            Negaduck

                                            An expression of sheer dawning terror.

                                            "... yeeeeeEEEARGGGHHHHHH!!!!"

                                            The witch was left with nothing to do but sigh as she continued flipping through the spell book before her.

                                            And things had been going so well.

                                            A yellow and black blur flecked with beautiful pink shimmers was doing laps around them.

                                            "It's EVERYWHERE," whooped the big bad villain. "GET-IT-OFF GET-IT-OFF!"

                                            So much for dramatic monologuing.

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

                                              "Voodoo...? You both really think... hah... hahahaha... hahahaha!" She threw her head back and cackled maniacally.

                                              Which only increased tenfold at the sudden glitterbomb. For any poor soul who dare stray into the cemetery at this moment, one might think a really bizarre satanic ritual was happening. Which... would essentially be accurate.

                                              Still, while Negaduck was distracted, Malicia took the time to stare levelly at the witch currently leafing through the spellbook for an answer.

                                              "There's nothing in there to remove this 'hold'. You know what this is, don't you? Surely you can't be that stupid."

                                              • Negaduck
                                                Negaduck

                                                "Argh."

                                                The spell book snapped close with a THUMP, and Morgana took her nefarious partner's place monologuing beside Malicia.

                                                "Regardless of whether that ridiculous notion is true, when we're through here it won't matter at all."

                                                Half lidded gaze drifted up to her co-conspirator who was presently bashing the sparkles out of his hat on a tombstone and in the process nearly toppling it over. "That accursed mark of ownership will add a layer of.. complexity. If the spell is not complete, there is a chance your fates will not be entirely unwound."

                                                "This magic, however," viciousness turned back on Malicia. "Will be strong. Strong enough to ensure that even if your paths do cross, you will never infect him the way you have this time."

                                                Trailing a claw of her own over the tip of the demoness's beak. "All thanks to a little sacrifice... from you."

                                                Outside the pillar circle, Negaduck had finished beating off his hat when he caught a flash of motion behind one of the headstones. That rotten glitter bomb had to have come from somewhere...

                                                ... and when he caught whomever was responsible, Malicia wouldn't be the only one strapped down.

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

                                                  There was a flash of rage, but she spoke calmly. "And then what? You'll partner up with him? Because I'm quite certain you're just the means to an end. You're nothing but trash, and you will discarded, even if you are successful with this farce."

                                                  She turned her attention back to Negaduck. This... wasn't really going to happen was it?

                                                  Raising her voice so he could hear her now. "I'd like to speak with him." A glare at Morgana. "Alone."

                                                  • Piper/ Jade
                                                    Piper/ Jade

                                                    Her eye was on Negaduck, but her ear was trained on the conversation happening a few yards away with Morgana and Malicia.

                                                    Understanding flashed in her eyes and it clicked what the negaversian witch meant by ‘sacrifice’. Jade abandoned her hiding spot behind the tombstone and rushed for the tomb that the demoness was chained to. If they lost Malicia nobody would be able to stop.. well.. anything.

                                                    • Negaduck
                                                      Negaduck

                                                      Morgana let out a laugh.

                                                      "As if you can talk about trash. See this?" A small scarlet bag she had come to loop around one wrist. "If you knew anything about real magic you would know it was a mojo bag." Yes really.

                                                      "I have charged it with everything I have learned watching him... and watching you." Taking notes, how flattering. "Once I begin the spell these pillars will begin spin once for every passing of the moon, back until before your ill-destined first encounter. Nothing of the present time, nothing of anyone's memories, will remain. Except this." The bag, that was.

                                                      Half the satisfaction in winning was revelling in it, naturally. "If you don't think I can use this to my advantage," and twist him to my will. "Then you really are all breast and no brain."

                                                      Turning away, as it so happened exactly as Jade made her brave dash, the witch glided into place at what would have been the six of the clock, had each of the pillars represented hours. "And no, you are in no place to be making demands. Now hush that filthy mouth of yours while I prepare."

                                                      Malicia's voice, if it reached the devilish drake behind it all, would go ignored. He was on the hunt through the graveyard. Leaving a trail of glorious glittery fun in his wake.