RP: Heroes with Demons

Reserved for: Darkwing and Malicia.

Ah, retail therapy. Could there be anything more rewarding than an evening in St. Canard's Shopping District, where shoes (with pairs intact) were a-plenty, and retailers had grown wise enough to stock clothing in her 'unique' size. 

Malicia needed this badly. After losing Negaduck's soul to a faulty contract, and the subsequent punishment that came with it, she wanted nothing more than to forget about the whole affair and move on. She had a budding business to think about now after all, and there was still her modelling career to consider. 

That was why, tonight, she found herself, both hands filled with shopping bags, cutting through an alleyway toward the Warehouse District. It was also why she now found herself surrounded by 4 thugs, who stopped her on her path and circled her like hungry wolves. 

"Whatchya got there, girlie?" One of the men, a muscular bulldog, smiled acridly. 

"Looks to me like the lady engaged in the time-honored tradition of exchanging money for goods and services." Said another. "And judging by all dem goods, it musta been alotta money.

"Wonder how much you still got on you, yeah?" Said the third, swooping in to check for a purse. 

Malicia, who regarded the group with little amusement, shouldered away from him. "You boys are awfully curious. Do you know they say about curiosity?"

The leader of the pack swooped in front of Malicia, placing his hands on her shoulders. "No, but I can tell you what they say about mouthy broads who hang out in alleyways wearing get-ups like yours." He tugged at the green dress, dragging it down with his index finger to expose her cleavage. "And what you deserve."

    • Darkwing Duck
      Darkwing Duck

      "Sounds like someone needs to go back to reform school!" a haunting tenor echoed off of the alley walls, demanding their attention.  The source couldn't be discerned, and for a moment, the quatro looked as though they may soil themselves.

      "Didn't your mother ever teach you how to treat a lady?" the voice continued, seeming to come from every direction.  "No?  Well, then let me school you..."

      There was an eerie silence, and just when they thought the ghostly source had vanished, a cloud of blue smoke appeared before them.

      "I am the terror that flaps in the night!  I am the traffic jam on the interstate of crime!  I am..."

      The smoke cleared, and just as the baddies were starting to take swipes at it, they discovered no one was there.  Instead, a purple-clad, masked duck popped up behind them.  "Darkwing Duck!"

      He smashed two of their heads together before they had a chance to react.

      • Malicia Macawber
        Malicia Macawber

        The two collapsed unconscious, leaving the two remaining baddies to spin around and regard the masked hero with suspicion and a bit of caution. 

        "Darkwing Duck, huh? Thought you were some bedtime story to scare brats." The bulldog slid brass knuckles over his hand. "Whatever, you're outnumbered."

        "Yeah, and we're gonna teach you what happens to idiots in costumes who stick their big bills where they ain't wanted!" The second circled around and tried to grab Darkwing from behind to pin him in place, so his leader could strike from the front.

        Malicia, meanwhile, watched curiously. She would not interfere... for now. Darkwing, after all, seemed the type to deal with this sort of mess on a regular basis and if his ego was anything like his devious doppelganger, he probably didn't take to uninvited assistance. 

        • Darkwing Duck
          Darkwing Duck

          Darkwing frowned.  "My bill isn't that big..."  Then he narrowed his eyes.  "All the better to sniff out shortsighted simpletons such as yourselves!"

          He struck a defensive pose and waited for brass knuckles to come at him.  As soon as he did, Darkwing moved everything sideways except his foot, which tripped up the assailant.  Darkwing grabbed the back of the thug's jacket and used his own momentum against him, flinging him around the other way to crash into his buddy.

          "Bull's eye!" he declared triumphantly.

          • Malicia Macawber
            Malicia Macawber

            "Ugh!" The thugs collided with one another in a neat pile.  

            "Forget this." Snarled the leader as he untangled himself and stood. "Petty change ain't worth a costumed lunatic." He turned and fled, but not before shouting over his shoulder. "And your bill is pretty damn big dude!

            "How awfully kind of you, Darkwing." Malicia hadn't moved from her spot, shopping bags still gripped between her claws. "Of saving me the trouble. The smell of burnt flesh is so hard to get out of one's feathers, you know?"

            Tilting her head with a wolfish grin to add. "And your bill is fine. Besides, they say mallards with big bills are often equipped with big.... aspirations." 

            • Darkwing Duck
              Darkwing Duck

              Darkwing was about to shout a retort when Malicia spoke and stole his attention.  He turned and looked uncertainly at her comment about burnt flesh.  Oh, right.  The fireball thing she could do.  He thought of his last date with Morgana and was glad that wasn't her go-to retaliation.

              "Er, yeah...I guess," he flustered.  Then he became even more so at her last comment but tried to play it cool.  "Is that so?  I never pay much attention to such things."  Lies.

              He glanced at the multiple bags in her claws and gestured toward them.  "Need a hand?"

              • Malicia Macawber
                Malicia Macawber

                "Oh these? They're light as a feather." Handing one over to prove her point, though unfortunately Mal's definition of 'light' may not have matched those lacking in super-strength. The bag felt as heavy as six bowling balls. Possibly because it was a bag filled with six bowling balls. 

                "So what brings you to this side of town, aside from rescuing damsels in distress?" 

                • Darkwing Duck
                  Darkwing Duck

                  Darkwing took the bag, and gravity immediately took him.  "Grmph!" he grunted.  "What's IN this thing??"  He tried to drag it along after Malicia, failing to play it off well.

                  "Well - umph - I was hoping to get a lead - hrmm - on a string of bank and - argh - jewelry store thefts!"  He paused so that he could wipe his brow and take a breather.  "Rescuing you was just a fortuitous bonus, heh."

                  • Malicia Macawber
                    Malicia Macawber

                     

                    She stopped in her tracks. "Oh. Robberies. You don't say." She could feel the feathers prickling on the back of her neck.

                    "...Any ideas so far? Evidence, maybe?"

                    • Darkwing Duck
                      Darkwing Duck

                      "SHUSH and the police have most of it, but I'm interested in how they got in in the first place!  No sign of forced entry or exit, yet most of the retailers were wiped clean!  Normally I might suspect Ammonia Pine, but she never was one for the finer things..."

                      • Malicia Macawber
                        Malicia Macawber

                        Her body relaxed slightly. "Well... I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually."

                        But please don't.

                        Switching tracks now, she began conversationally. "I must say this city has certainly proven to be interesting. It's not quite like anything I've seen before. Certainly nothing like Transylvania." That last part added bitterly.

                        "How long have you been doing..." A motion to this costume. "This?"

                        • Darkwing Duck
                          Darkwing Duck

                          Darkwing brightened - any chance to talk about himself, after all.  "Almost five years now," he declared proudly.  "Working with SHUSH for the last three.  It's a living..."

                          Then he raised a brow at her.  "Transylvania, eh?  You sound like you miss it about as much as a charley horse."

                          • Malicia Macawber
                            Malicia Macawber

                            "A region filled with old senile sorcerers who think they make all the rules." She sneered. "Not to mention the fashion is outdated by a few centuries. You couldn't pay me to go back there." 

                            They had made it the warehouse district by this point, and were rounding the corner where Mal's 'humble' abode lay. 

                            "SHUSH..." She thought about that for a moment. Where had she heard that acronym before? Oh, right.

                            "You've worked with Jacob Mallard then?"

                            • Darkwing Duck
                              Darkwing Duck

                              Darkwing paused his dragging of the bowling ball bag to bristle.  He clenched his jaw, but played it off quickly.  There was no way Malicia needed to know anything about his relation to that man.

                              "That name...might have been mentioned a time or two during my tenure there, sure.  Why?"

                              • Malicia Macawber
                                Malicia Macawber

                                "Just curious." She shrugged. "I see him around quite a bit on non-SHUSH business." 

                                They had finally reached the warehouse. Mal wasn't too worried about Darkwing being close to the source of her... present hobbies. A number of recent breaches in security had led her to 'clean up' so to speak. All suspicious items had been safely tucked out of sight to dissuade nosy trespassers who might stumble upon something untoward. 

                                The more harmless magical items remained, however. 'Harmless' being a very subjective term. 

                                "Well, thank you again for your assistance." She set down her bags to unlock the front door.

                                A thoughtful pause. "Did you want to come inside for a drink?"

                                • Darkwing Duck
                                  Darkwing Duck

                                  "No - erg - problem!" he wheezed as he pulled up the single bag alongside her others.

                                  He eyed the warehouse after her question.  It didn't look like a typical Macawber residence.  He wondered if that was on purpose or if it was deceptive.  Either way, Malicia certainly seemed very different from her creepy cousin.  Plus, there was something interesting about her that tugged at his curiosity.

                                  "Uh...well, sure!"  As long as there're no floating eyeballs in it...

                                  • Malicia Macawber
                                    Malicia Macawber

                                    She opened the door and motioned for him to follow. "You can leave the bags at the doorway."

                                    While it hasn't occurred to Malicia at the time, inviting Darkwing into her humble abode had been a risky move. What if Negaduck had decided to swing by for a "chat", and was waiting around inside? What if she left out one of the shiny pieces of pilfered jewelry, or one of the weapons taken from the police station? 

                                    Yet she pushed those thoughts from her mind and instead made a beeline for the kitchen, where she retrieved some regular 'ol crackers and cheese. Had to keep something normal around for the, well, Normals. 

                                    "You must tell me all about your adventures." She began conversationally as she poured each of them a glass of wine. 

                                    "For starters, they say you're the only one who has ever bested Negaduck at his own game." Might as well get to a good, useful subject. "How on Earth do you do it?"

                                    • Darkwing Duck
                                      Darkwing Duck

                                      He gladly complied with her instruction and followed her in, curiously looking around at her abode.  Lucky for Mal, even if she HAD left out anything conspicuous, Darkwing wasn't exactly the most perceptive vigilante.  He appreciated the fairly...well...normal decor and eyed the snacks hungrily.  He hadn't remembered until then that he hadn't eaten since breakfast.

                                      Malicia certainly knew how to build up a mallard's ego.  He straightened and was already picking up a couple of crackers along with a square of cheddar.  "Well, when you've been fighting crime as long as I have, you pick up a trick or two," he declared, putting a deeper tone into his voice to imbue what he thought was more masculinity.  "And Negaduck has one fatal flaw: his ego!"  He said this unironically.

                                      • Malicia Macawber
                                        Malicia Macawber

                                        "Yes, he certainly is not lacking in that..." She murmured thoughtfully. Thinking back to all of her encounters with Negaduck, she couldn't imagine how to use such a fact to her advantage. Underestimating Negaduck had been her own fatal flaw, and she had paid dearly for it. 

                                        She was studying Darkwing now. The resemblance was chilling and yet... he was so different. Admittedly, a bit charming in his own unique way. She wondered if beneath all that flamboyant bravado, the hero was hiding something more. After all, if the rumors were true, this was the same mallard who had bested some of the brightest and most dangerous criminals in St. Canard. 

                                        Yet here he was, happily munching crackers, seemingly unaware of the demoness' true nature. Was he perhaps feigning friendliness in order to hide his own suspicions? Did he really just happen to be in the area, or had he been following Malicia this whole time?

                                        Malicia had always assumed Normals were a simple-minded lot. But encountering Negaduck -- and by extension, Darkwing as well, had her rethinking her own personal prejudice.

                                        "My, you Normals truly are full of surprises." She finally said aloud. 

                                        • Darkwing Duck
                                          Darkwing Duck

                                          He paused in his chewing, a moment of self-consciousness flashing over him.  For a moment, he'd forgotten she wasn't normal.  He swallowed thickly and regarded her with a sort of sly confidence now, leaning backward to add to the "cool guy" display.  "I think you'll find some more full of surprises than others."

                                          He picked up the glass of wine.  "Although you're full of some of your own!  I take it the shoe district can rest in peace now?"

                                          • Malicia Macawber
                                            Malicia Macawber

                                            "For the time being." She smiled. "All pairs accounted for this time, in proper sizes." Because not even the likes of Negaduck could keep up with her shopping habits.

                                            She sipped at her wine thoughtfully before speaking again.

                                            "You mentioned Negaduck wasn't your sibling, but an other-dimensional doppelganger. Does that mean there's a portal to another dimension in this city?" 

                                            A seemingly random question, but Darkwing seemed to have the most intel it seemed. 

                                            • Darkwing Duck
                                              Darkwing Duck

                                              Darkwing stared at her for a few long moments, then decided it couldn't hurt to be honest.  "Naaaaaah, heh.  There used to be, but it was destroyed..."  He trailed off as he realized if that were true, there was no way Negaduck could have returned to St. Canard.  "Or, at least...I thought it was..."

                                              He frowned, munching on a piece of cracker, then asked - crumbs flying unnoticed from his bill - "Why all the questions about Negaduck?"  Let's get back to ME.

                                              • Malicia Macawber
                                                Malicia Macawber

                                                It was her turn to be honest.

                                                "He's been a real thorn in my side. Besting me at every turn." She frowned. "I always thought, with your lack of magical knowledge and no supernatural abilities to speak of, you Normals would be no match for me. But I've reconsidered that line of thought..."

                                                She was staring into her glass of wine now, seemingly entranced. "It's the first time in my life someone has made me feel truly helpless."

                                                • Darkwing Duck
                                                  Darkwing Duck

                                                  "What are you talking about?" he blundered, looking at her with surprise.  "If I could shoot fireballs out of MY hands and use magic spells in my line of work, I'd put myself out of a job in two minutes flat!  You've got to be the least helpless person I've ever met!"

                                                  • Malicia Macawber
                                                    Malicia Macawber

                                                    She felt her face redden and tried to shake it away. 

                                                    "Well, I appreciate the vote of confidence. Your girlfriend must be very lucky to have you around."

                                                    Why yes I am shamelessly fishing for information, thanks for asking. 

                                                    • Darkwing Duck
                                                      Darkwing Duck

                                                      Here was Darkwing's turn to redden, although for a different reason.  His thoughts fell momentarily on Morgana, but he quickly shifted them away.  It was hard to tell anymore if they were together or not.  She was so hot and cold, they argued, they reconciled...he wasn't sure where he stood with her.

                                                      "Oh, I'm not seeing anyone."  Then he straightened, his usual cover of arrogance sliding over him to conceal the vulnerabilities beneath.  "I mean - sure I have throngs of fan girls knocking down my door, but none of them have ever really measured up."

                                                      He paused, then eyed her with a mixture of slyness and boyish nervousness.  "I'm sure your boyfriend is around to chase those Negaduck blues away, right?"

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