RP: Coven Get It

Some time after The Portal Instruments. Thanks to help from Morgana and some new friends, Ariana Macawber escapes from the Negaverse. The gate is left open, however, as there is still one red caped mallard to put back in his place...

Standard night in St Canard. A security guard bound in a bank foyer. Beyond that, the vault open wide, and within it the gravelly voice of one of the city's most feared supervillains.

"Oooh baby, how I've missed you." Negaduck was murmuring into bulging tan mounds. "Come here, let me feel you..."

Money sacks. He was caressing money sacks. The greedy cad he was.

 

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

      "Aaaaah... I'm so relaxed I could practically melt into the floor." Malicia stepped out onto the street, stretching her arms. She rotated her shoulders and moved her head side-to-side, languishing in her post-massage state.

      Until a blaring alarm caused her to stiffen.

      Across the road, she caught sight of the bank, which was visibly being plundered. The familiar red, yellow, and black colours of his suit made her muscles tighten and knot themselves right back up.

      No spa on the planet could soothe away the annoyance that was Negaduck.

      Muttering under her breath, Mal's hands curled into fists as she stormed across the street. She was going to have words with him, oh yes. And fists. Many many fists -- not in the fun way.

       

      • Negaduck
        Negaduck

        Entirely unprepared for a fisting, Negaduck was in the process of balling up the booty into his sack. 

        Then, a pause.

        "You know, there's so much cash here, surely I could spare one measly thousand for the starving children at the orphanage."

        Then, the obvious. 

        "Naaah!"

        Ah, he cracked himself up. 

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

          "You could donate it all to me instead."

          FWOOSH. A fireball hurled in his direction.

          Standing in the doorway to the vault, hands on her hips, Mal leered at him. Oh yes, payback's gonna be a witch... literally.

          • Negaduck
            Negaduck

            Barely had time to duck! But the wad of cash in his hand was not so lucky, filtering through his fingers to the floor in a pile of ash. 

            Nooooo!! The humanity! The needless waste!

            Oh she was asking for it.

            "This money isn't yours to burn, Macawber." Wasn't his either, but let's not get technical. 

            "What're you going to do about it? Go tattle to the cops again?"

            Oh he'd heard about that. Whole reason he had to start afresh, with his hideout plundered! Couldn't trust that lot of idiots to guard a paper bag. 

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

              "No, this time I'll take care of you myself." She stepped forward, claws wriggling like she was in a Spaghetti Western showdown.

              "After all... I still owe you for that stunt you pulled at your hideout. You honestly thought you could double-cross me? Come now... even you cannot be that stupid."

              A thoughtful pause. "Then again..."

              • Negaduck
                Negaduck

                "You're right. I severely underestimated the thickness of your skull."

                Scooting the loot to one side with a foot, because he wouldn't want any valuable cash harmed in the thrashing that was sure to follow. 

                "I am going to enjoy pounding you."

                In other words: bring it. 

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

                  "I'd call that 'famous last words' but you're barely noteworthy, so..." She unfurled her claws with a shhhnk -- freshly gleaming from a recent buffing.

                  She made a 'come hither' gesture, daring him to strike first.

                  • Negaduck
                    Negaduck

                    "Didn't you hear? Stocks in busty demons are about to--"

                    Flying tackle straight at her lower legs! 

                    "Crash!"

                    It was one thing to get her off balance. It was quite another to get out of there and back on the attack before she could get too hot for him to handle. 

                    Overconfident? Never. 

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

                      She took a swipe at him and missed, losing her footing in the process. Like the mighty oak, she came crashing down to the ground, hard.

                      Down but not out, it was her turn to try and make a grab for one of his legs.

                      "Your puns are as bad as your taste in fashion!"

                      • Negaduck
                        Negaduck

                        "WHOOP!"

                        His attempt to grab for a crowbar, inconveniently colocated just out of reach with the loot, cut short by being yanked back by Malicia. 

                        Cue one rolling, clawing, scratching, cursing brawl that saw them throw each other across the vault, breaking shelves and dinting deposit boxes. 

                        For all his cockiness, her superstrength put her on par. 

                        Time then to get nasty. 

                        "Let me.. take you to a bar." 

                        Even panting, those puns were stopping for no one, as he lifted a gold brick. 

                        If he had tired her out half as much as she had him, she would be nice and vulnerable to a bit of head banging of the other metal variety. 

                        "You Macawbers don't learn. For all your hocus pocus, no one of you will ever take me down."

                        And that should have been the last words Malicia would ever hear, as he prepared to re-test that theory about her skull thickness with heavy experimentation. It's not murder if it's science!

                        • DarkwingPsycho
                          DarkwingPsycho

                          "Think again!" a sweet voice declared from the vault entrance.  A bright blue blast of light slammed into Negaduck's chest, throwing him across the room into the thick metal deposit boxes.

                          Ariana stepped in, eyes blazing with anger.  She had been walking home after a long day of putting in applications, and noticed the tied up guard and flashes of fire coming from inside of the open vault.

                          After her attack, her gaze fell on the demoness on the floor.  "...Malicia?"  She hurried over to her cousin's side, her face full of surprise.  "What are you doing here??"

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

                            "I think you're the one who could use a drink." Mal smirked as Negaduck was hurled away by the magical blast.

                            She recognized the newcomer's voice immediately.

                            "Ariana." She tilted her head. "I could ask you the same question."

                            • Negaduck
                              Negaduck

                              Another touching family reunion Negaduck would miss out on courtesy of having his head stuck inside someone else's box. Spitting out splatterings of pearl necklace and various other valuables, the wooziness passed quickly enough for him to identify his assailant.

                              Man, the last time he recovered to a scene this bad, he had careened a superpowered Icecream Van into the 41st National Lactose Intolerance Convention.

                              So many questions. How had she escaped? Had he underestimated her power? How long had she been on the loose? And, most importantly, where was that goddamned crowbar?

                              When all else fails, cower. Uh, that is, stall.

                              "Ariana, angel, sweetheart! How--" Unexpected? Devastating? "--lovely to see you here."

                              So his chances of charming his way out of this one were lower than Darkwing's on a good day. Still, wouldn't stop him trying, not least until a chance for escape came along... 

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

                                Angel? Sweetheart? Mal opened her mouth to protest but... closed it. This was actually interesting.

                                It's a bold strategy, cotton. Let's see if it pays off for him.

                                • DarkwingPsycho
                                  DarkwingPsycho

                                  "I..."  She was interrupted by Negaduck's pathetic attempt to sweet talk her.  But he had burned that bridge.  It would take more than empty flattery to turn her head.

                                  She balled up her tiny fists and narrowed her eyes.  "Don't you 'sweetheart' me!" she cried angrily.  "You LEFT us in that Faraday cage and had no intention of coming back.  You treated me like...like a criminal!  And I don't know what you're doing with my cousin, but if you hurt her, I swear I'll make you sorry."  Her hands flared bright blue in warning, and her blonde hair was streaming behind her in an unseen wind.

                                  • Negaduck
                                    Negaduck

                                    Unseen wind was not a great thing for big capes and hats. But Negaduck had bigger problems than costume malfunctions.

                                    She was mad.

                                    All this-is-no-big-deal type chuckling aside, backing into a corner seemed like the safest option. A pre-caution, if you would. 

                                    "It was just.. just business!" There, that explained the whole lot. "No need to totally blow up over it."

                                    Like such a woman.

                                    "You got your quality time, yeah?"

                                    Just not with me. Voluntarily. 

                                    • DarkwingPsycho
                                      DarkwingPsycho

                                      "Just business"?  She was "just business" to him?  That made her even angrier not only at him, but at herself for believing anyone could ever love her.  She'd known there had to be a catch.  There always was.

                                      "What 'quality time'?  All your lies?!" she shouted.  "I thought that there might be some good in you, but the only good about you I can see is your daughter!"

                                      She wasn't shooting at him anymore, but she was still ready if he tried anything to her or Malicia.

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

                                        "Wait, this is Negaduck?"

                                        Mal had started laughing.

                                        Pressing a palm to her forehead, she gasped. "I thought he was Darkwing Duck! That's why I attacked him!"

                                        Turning to Ariana with a sheepish grin now. "Negsy here can certainly be insensitive, can't he? But he doesn't mean it. He just doesn't know how to... express himself properly."

                                        As if to prove her point, she sidled over to the cornered mallard and pinched his cheek. Hard.

                                        "Deep down he's just a big wuvable softy-poo." Speaking in baby-talk now.

                                        "Isn't that right, Negsy?"

                                        • Negaduck
                                          Negaduck

                                          Stunned confusion before her yanking instigated the 'KILL' reflex. He caught it just in time though. Lucky, given Ariana was standing right there.

                                          An aside to Malicia through a stretched cheek, which she had better let go of soon, "Mhat're ou oing?!"

                                          Can't you see I have this totally under control?

                                           

                                          • DarkwingPsycho
                                            DarkwingPsycho

                                            Ariana's tension relaxed as confusion overtook her.  "Wait, you...?  Why would you want to attack Darkwing Duck?  And how do you...know...?"  Her eyes passed between Malicia and Negaduck.  The only thing she knew was what Negaduck had said - that Malicia had stolen money from him to buy shoes.

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

                                              She released his cheek, causing it to bounce back with a loud snap, like a rubber band.

                                              "Negsy here was one of the first Normals to give me the 'ol St. Canard Welcome." She continued without missing a beat. "We're always playing such jovial practical jokes on one another! Hiding the entire city's stock of size 13 left-shoes, jump-scaring me at the pickle factory, getting me into a monster truck ... classic Negaduck!"

                                              "But enough about us." Dismissive wave. "What are you doing here of all places, Ariana? I thought you'd be with daddy dearest, cooking up a magical storm."

                                              • DarkwingPsycho
                                                DarkwingPsycho

                                                Her face reddened, and her gray eyes glanced to Negaduck and back to her cousin.  "Can we talk about that later...?"  She still felt so confused.  So they were...friends?  Did Malicia know about Negaduck's true nature?  Or did her cousin just think it was all a big joke?

                                                One thing was for sure...Ariana wasn't laughing.

                                                • Negaduck
                                                  Negaduck

                                                  While Malicia provided an unexpected distraction in the form of pleasantish chit chat, Negaduck did what he did best. 

                                                  Run

                                                  Slipping back to grab as big an armful of cash as he could carry. The big lot of loot though would have to go unnabbed, thanks to Ariana practically standing on his sack. 

                                                  This was well timed, for he was barely a feather's breadth outside the building when the police took it upon themselves to arrive. 

                                                  Sirens, guns, the whole works. Pointed at the two unusual women inside the vault. Another classic supernatural supervillain job if ever they saw it. 

                                                  "FREEZE!" Usual standoff over megaphone. "We have you surrounded!"

                                                  With the actual perp nowhere to be seen. Oh classic Negsy, you scamp. 

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

                                                    "Aw fireballs."

                                                    Grabbing Ariana by the wrist she uttered an incantation, teleporting both cousins away and to the rooftop across the street.

                                                    Away from the chaos of the sirens and now-confused squad of police, Mal decided this now qualified as 'later'.

                                                    "My, those Normals... so trigger-happy." She began conversationally.

                                                    She glanced at her cousin curiously now. Putting aside the fact Ariana was suddenly here in St. Canard, she also had some level of a relationship with Negaduck. An actual relationship, given the context of the argument the two were having, and judging by how hurt and betrayed Ariana appeared.

                                                    How in the world THAT happened was beyond her. But she insisted on finding out.

                                                    "So..." She started slowly. "What have you been up to these days?"

                                                    Aside from, you know, aligning yourself with psychopathic chainsaw-wielding mallards.

                                                    • DarkwingPsycho
                                                      DarkwingPsycho

                                                      Ariana barely had time to catch her breath before she realized they weren't in the bank anymore.  At Malicia's nonchalance over what had just happened, Ariana narrowed her eyes a little.  How could she be so careless in a time like this?  Was she that detached?

                                                      "What - you want to talk about this NOW?" she cried in an uncharacteristically tense voice.  She started to pace anxiously.  "What was that down there?  How do you know Negaduck?  How can you be so calm when we were almost arrested for something he did??"