The Prison Instruments

Follow on/side scene to the Portal Instruments. Reserved for Negaduck, Ariana and Morgana Macawber at this stage. Any questions hit me up. Literally is fine.

It was dark, stormy night... No, actually, as dramatic as that would have been, it wasn't. A soft spring morning, the breeze rolling pleasantly through the suburban streets of St Canard, right past a house that looked entirely out of place.

The Macawber Mansion. Nobody had questioned how it had suddenly appeared on a vacant lot; judging from the exterior, nobody had dared. Besides, council zoning laws could be so tricky.

On this day, however, there were two, perhaps emboldened by the sunny surrounds, or by something else altogether, that pushed up through the formidable iron gates, the garden of thorns, the ancient stairs, and all common sense.

And rang the doorbell.

Not the knocker. The caller(s) were not (entirely) stupid.

    • Morgana Macawber
      Morgana Macawber

      Morgana was laying luxuriously on her couch, chocolate dipped morels on one side, and the latest volume of Mystic Vampire Romance held delicately in her long fingers.

      It was nice... having time to read. No villains, heroes, or inter dimensional beings bursting in at random hours of the day or night. Just her... her treats... her book...

      AaaaaaaaroooooooooOOOOO

      The doorbell. Morgana let out a soft huff. "Probably some vacuum salesman..." she shook her head as she came to stand. "When will these mortals learn that a long trunked cauldron boar is much more efficient than any machine..."

      Fixing a polite smile, and ready to turn away whomever was ringing, Morgana pulled her door open. "Good afternoon..." 

      • DarkwingPsycho
        DarkwingPsycho

        Ariana felt knots in her stomach while she waited with Negaduck.  Would Morgana be happy to see her?  Would she be angry over the fact that they hadn't communicated in two years?  The door croaked open, and her sister was there.

        She felt her resolve waver, and she was filled with fear and happiness and anxiety all at once.

        "H-hello...Morgana," she stammered meekly.

        • Negaduck
          Negaduck

          Negaduck, on the other hand, knew precisely how happy the red-clad witch would be to see him. 

          Strategically placed hand on Ariana's back for 'reassurance', combined with his friendliest of smiles.

          Yeah. Hi Morg. 

          • Morgana Macawber
            Morgana Macawber

            Well, the clearest emotion that showed in her face was surprise... At both visitors.

            "Ariana..." She said dazed, but then a gentle smile crossed he features. "How lovely to see you. Come in, come in." She stepped back to let the blonde duckette in. "Wow, we have so much to talk about-- and you--" to Negaduck now, "go drown yourself in Audobon Bay." 

            She might be on a break with Darkwing but Morgana was not silly enough to ever overlook, or excuse the villain for his past transgressions. She had tried that one before.

            • DarkwingPsycho
              DarkwingPsycho

              Ariana felt relief flood through her, and she let out a breath she didn't even realize she'd been holding.  She started to move into the house, but paused at Morgana's angry demand of her friend.

              "But Morgana...we came here together...Negaduck - he's my friend..."

              • Negaduck
                Negaduck

                Friend. Right. Now there was a word that usually had no business being associated with Negaduck in any capacity. Unless it was on a FriendSeeker Missile 3000.

                Today though, he was playing peacemaker.

                Emphasis on playing...

                "Now Morgana, I know an apology is probably in order after our last meeting." Adding, "Which I'm sure you'll give in due course. That's not, however, what this is about."

                Let's just sneak that little knife twist in there, like Morgana would fail to notice it.

                "I'm here for Ariana."

                With no hidden agendas or sneaky business whatsoever.

                • Morgana Macawber
                  Morgana Macawber

                  "You were here for Ariana. Thank you for that." Oh... oh the coldness behind her tone.

                  "We have a lot of catching up to do, and surely you can understand why a family reunion such as this, is not your taste." The tall duckette stepped out now, ushering Ariana into her home. 

                  Dismissive was the word of the day... though if Negaduck kept pushing his luck, it would change to electrocution. 

                  • Negaduck
                    Negaduck

                    But pushing his luck was exactly what Negaduck was there for. 

                    Not taking the ice cold hint, like he ever had, the felon reached past her to try and catch Ariana by the hand. 

                    Nuh uh. This was a package deal. 

                    "Tastes can change, can't they?"

                    Surely Morgana of all people couldn't point fingers on that account. 

                    • DarkwingPsycho
                      DarkwingPsycho

                      Ariana tried to reach back for Negaduck as Morgana practically pushed her inside.  "B-but Morgana!"

                      SLAM.

                      From inside, Ariana looked worriedly at the now closed door.  "Why can't he come inside?  I don't understand; he needs our help!"

                      • Morgana Macawber
                        Morgana Macawber

                        Morgana sighed and leaned against the door. She was grateful she didn't have to get violent... Negaduck usually required a heavy hand.

                        "Ariana, the only thing he needs from us is out abilities." She straightened and walked over to her sister, reaching out to gently bring her into a hug. "Let's go sit down and I can explain a little bit better."

                        • Negaduck
                          Negaduck

                          Outside the door which had so narrowly missed his beak, Negaduck gave a huff. Not at being banished outside like a dirty dog. 

                          She was meant to have zapped him, damnit!

                          Would've played much stronger into his pity party. Oh well, would have to work with what he had.

                          While Morgana was no doubt trying to talk some sense into her long lost sister - a noble endeavour, one the criminal gave at best a 50/50 chance of success - Negaduck swung over the balustrade and onto the mossy ground of the estate below. 

                          Unlike his purple-caped counterpart, Negaduck was at ease in the spooky surroundings. He knew from experience not to underestimate the house, or its hot-tempered owner. But he had barged into the manor before, and he would do it again!

                          The question was, where?  

                          Re-familiarising himself with the entry points around the side of the house, he considered which approach was most likely to land him in Morgana's supplies cupboard. For all their banging on about 'Normals', they did have some rather normal habits.

                          Ah, basement.  

                          And somebody had left a skeleton arm lying around he could use to pry off the grill, would you look at that! How very.. humerus.

                          Hefting it up, he applied it with expert efficiency to the window's latchings. 

                          "Nothing like a little break and enter to make a crook feel quite at home." Chuckling, tossing the bone off once the metalwork gave way. "Even when it's somebody else's!"

                           

                          • DarkwingPsycho
                            DarkwingPsycho

                            Ariana returned the hug tightly.  This...this was what she had hoped for when she finally did reunite with Morgana.  But she couldn't be whole-heartedly in the conversation.  Knowing Negaduck was outside and either angry or sad at being excluded tugged at her heartstrings.

                            "What do you mean?" she questioned, following her sister into the parlor room.  "He's only ever asked me to do one thing for him, and it was for a good purpose..."  She hesitated, recalling that horrid torture room.  "At least...I think it was..."

                            • Morgana Macawber
                              Morgana Macawber

                              "The very fact you are questioning it proves he was likely using you." She gave Ariana a sad look. "I speak from experience, I'm afraid..." Her voice was heavy with sadness at that... she was not proud at all over the face that Negaduck had manipulated her before. 

                              If she could stop it form happening to her sister, she would.

                              Morgana picked up her book and motioned for Ari to sit down with her. "What is it he had you do, anyway?" 

                              • DarkwingPsycho
                                DarkwingPsycho

                                "Well, I don't know, I think there's something in there that can be better," Ariana thought aloud.  It was good not only to see her sister again, but to have her to rationalize with.  She raised a brow.  "What do you mean 'from experience'?"

                                She sat next to her sister.  "Open a portal to the Negaverse..."

                                • Morgana Macawber
                                  Morgana Macawber

                                  "There is not." Morgana assured gently.

                                  "He has his own access to the Negaverse. I don't see why he needed you..." Unless he was testing Ariana's gullibility. "And ports to the negaverse need to be limited. He should not even be here. We both know the dangers of multidimensional travel." It was elementary teachings in the supernatural world.

                                  "Negaduck tried to get me to use my magic and help him in a candy, diamond scheme. He had me convinced he had reformed his villainy." A sigh, she had been foolish.

                                  • DarkwingPsycho
                                    DarkwingPsycho

                                    Ariana raised an eyebrow.  "What do you mean he has his own access?  He said that Darkwing Duck destroyed his access...I know the dangers of opening unregulated doors between worlds, but...he has a daughter over there."

                                    Morgana's last statements made Ariana recall the conversation she and Negaduck had had in the torture room she'd discovered.  He didn't want to change...  "He won't," she said.  "Reform, I mean.  But I think...I think if we could only convince him, he could."

                                    • Negaduck
                                      Negaduck

                                      No reforming going on downstairs. 

                                      Slipping in through the window like the reptile from whence his colours and general nature came, Negaduck had landed successfully in Morgana's basement. 

                                      ... with a bit of an embarrassing crash onto some sort of cactus wart but nobody was around so let's pretend that never happened. 

                                      Surveying the goods, the villain removed a tiny prick from his jacket and got back to business. 

                                      Look at all those huge chests! How could he possibly resist a gleeful hand rub of evil?

                                      "Now this is definitely to my tastes."

                                      Sure, the chances of him finding the magical metal they had come there for in his careless rummaging about were next to none. But the chances of him finding something else substantially more dangerous was very, very good (or bad, depending on your perspective)!

                                      If there was one thing Negaduck irrefutably had a talent for, it was finding trouble. 

                                      • Morgana Macawber
                                        Morgana Macawber

                                        She shook her head slightly, reaching out to touch Ariana's hand.

                                        "There is no kind way to say this. He is not a good person, and he only uses. No amount of convincing will change that." Then her expression softened and she smiled.

                                        "Let's address it later... I am more interested in you. It's been two years, what have you been up to? And how on earth did you wind up here in St. Canard?" While Morgana was ignorant to the prowler below, a certain pair of little bats were startling awake from their little roost.

                                        Intruder.

                                        In a flurry of squeaks, the pair of bats spazmatically began fluttering and heading for the staircase that would lead up to the main house.

                                        Must warn mistress!

                                        • Negaduck
                                          Negaduck

                                          The cacophony of eels and squeaks was hard to miss, and the not-at-all-good person's head popped out of the pile of treasures he had been rummaging through. 

                                          "Oh no you don't!"

                                          Discarding a Borgin and Burkes elegantly engraved opal necklace and a  brass teapot, Negaduck zoomed up the stairs, managing to overtake them in his urgency. 

                                          "Come here you flying dust balls!"

                                          That was quite a leap. Reflexes like a cat. All anyone had to do though was YouTube 'cat fails' to see that was no guarantee of success.  

                                          • DarkwingPsycho
                                            DarkwingPsycho

                                            Grateful for the change in topic, Ariana mirrored her sister's smile.  "Oh!  W-well...since graduation, I...I went to Duckburg," she said, purposely skipping over the part where she and Moloculo had gotten into a huge argument and he had had her banished.  If Morgana didn't know, she'd rather not have something else to disappoint her sister with.

                                            "I worked at a movie studio for a couple of years, then..."  She shifted uncomfortably, remembering how her co-worker had slammed through a wall.  "Well, that didn't work out, so I...I came here.  I'd forgotten this was where you ended up!  How did your pizza business go??"

                                            • Morgana Macawber
                                              Morgana Macawber

                                              A pair of twin screeches sounded out as the flying dust balls banked hard to avoid getting caught. For just being bats, they were smart... Eek went one way, Squeak the other.

                                              But their goal was pretty clear. Negaduck's entrance now became their exit since he was blocking the staircase. 

                                              Meanwhile, upstairs, Morgana nodded while listening to Ariana. "Uh, well..." she put a finger to her bill. "That went... as well as to be expected. Quite well actually. But... it didn't last. I dissolved the company a long time ago." She waved it off. "And right now I am just working on cooking. Normals really do have a fondness for our cuisine." 

                                              She then settled back. "I haven't been to Duckburg yet. And a movie studio! How exciting! Did you do any acting?"

                                              • DarkwingPsycho
                                                DarkwingPsycho

                                                "R-really?  They like our food?"  Then she shifted uncomfortably a second time.  "N-no, I didn't act.  It was...drawings.  Animation.  I...designed some things for them."

                                                She paused.  "Do you hear something?"

                                                • Negaduck
                                                  Negaduck

                                                  Fooop.

                                                  The sound of a net thrown over the two flying friends.

                                                  "Gotcha!" As satisfying as that was, it wouldn't be the end of it. "Now, where to stick you so you don't drive me batty while I get what I want?"

                                                  Oh, a cauldron. Ready to go, presumably for brewing of potions. How nicely convenient.

                                                  Yet that smile was anything but nice...

                                                  "Ah hah, here we go." Cramming the two of them in, net and all. 

                                                  And whacking a gargoyle statue on top of the lid, just in case.

                                                  And, on thinking about it, striking a match to light her up.

                                                  "Bat soup ought to go with Morgana's usual cuisine perfectly!" A nasty chuckle, and back Negaduck went to rummaging. Undisturbed, this time.

                                                  • Darkwing Duck
                                                    Darkwing Duck

                                                    Or so he thought.

                                                    DING DONG

                                                    His hated nemesis stood just outside, a bouquet of black roses behind his back.

                                                    • Morgana Macawber
                                                      Morgana Macawber

                                                      Morgana tilted her head to listen, and then flinched when the doorbell rang.

                                                      "Oh for...." she stood up and made her way towards the door. "Negaduck--" she started before even opening the door. "I told you this is family bus--" Door swung open rather abruptly, only for Morgana to be left standing anf staring.

                                                      Oh... this was not Negaduck...