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."

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

      "No boyfriend to speak of." A fact that had, for the most part, never really bothered her. Much like Darkwing's statement, there were few potential suitors that could rival her fiery personality. 

      And most of them ran away screaming for some, odd reason... clearly terrified by her beauty. 

      She leaned forward to toy with the lapels of his jacket. "This city is so full of surprises however..."

      Moving in ever so close, until their bills were nearly touching. And then...

      Ka-BLOOM!

      She winced. Whatever that sound was, it had come from the stock room, where she kept her wares. Not good. Bad timing in more ways than one!

      • Darkwing Duck
        Darkwing Duck

        As she leaned forward, he leaned back, his nervousness starting to overtake his confident exterior.  "Uh...you could say that again, heh..."  He swallowed thickly, looking into her yellow irises.  Such an unusual color for such an unusual woman...  Just as he was beginning to feel himself fall into the honeyed depths of her eyes, the sound jolted him out of the trance.

        "What was that?!"  He put down the wine glass and felt relieved to have a distraction.  He hadn't felt this edgy around a lady since...

        He got up from the couch and started moving in the direction the sound had come from, going into hero mode.

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

          "N...nothing to be concerned about I'm sure."

          CRASH! tnk... tnk.. tnk...

          "Er..."

          She followed closely behind him, her mind racing almost as fast as her heart pounding against her ribs. Pleaaaase, please, don't let him find anything illegal...

          • Darkwing Duck
            Darkwing Duck

            Darkwing put out a protective arm and grabbed the door handle with his other hand.  "Stand back!  Who knows what evil lurks in the shadows behind this door!"  He pulled it open.  "Ah ha!"  Then instantly deflated in disappointment.  "Oh."

            No chance to impress her with his heroism after all.

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

              A two-headed bird with leathery bat wings was squawking and flapping about the warehouse, having knocked over its cage and escaped. 

              "Argh, not again!" Mal grabbed a broom and swiped at it. "Back in your cage, I say! Back!" 

              Turning to Darkwing with an exasperated sigh. "These infernal critters just hate sitting still. If their droppings weren't so valuable, I'd cook the damn thing." 

              Finally managing to round up the strange-looking beast and usher it back into its metallic prison, she hung the cage back up on the hanging chain, giving the bird one last irritated glare.

              But that was hardly the strangest part of Mal's menagerie, if the rest of the room was any indication. Shelves were filled with strange brews, some bubbling, others echoing what sounded like a thousand tiny screams. Large decorative, ornate talismans and strangely-shaped objects were mounted on the walls. Books wrapped in chains wriggled anxiously on their shelves and a cauldron sat bubbling in the center of the room.

              It was truly a strange sight for those unfamiliar with the ways of magic. Mal took a moment to perform a quick scan of the room, making mental notes of anything illegal or otherwise suspicious. She had moved the weaponry at the very least, but who knows what the hero might find...

              • Darkwing Duck
                Darkwing Duck

                Darkwing blinked at the strange creature, and was reminded of his times in Transylvania.  So...she actually did live more the Macawber way, but seemed a tad more inconspicuous about it.  Well- as inconspicuous as a clawed, fire-wielding woman could.  Having wandered through the darker and more interesting aspects of Morgana's home, he wasn't put off.  Weirded out, perhaps, by a few of the more strange oddities, but he wasn't running.  Instead he was glancing up and down the shelves curiously.

                "This is some collection you have back here!" he said.  "But - what do you use all this stuff for?"

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

                  "Oh, ah... mostly just a collection of rarities." She fumbled with her claws for a moment. 

                  "Plus a few spells to help around the house... you know, to keep the place clean."

                  It was around this time Darkwing would find himself eclipsed by a three-headed shadow. A low rumble sounded from behind him. 

                  • Darkwing Duck
                    Darkwing Duck

                    He was unwisely tapping a glass jar that was beginning to glow when the sound reached his ears.  He winced, then slowly turned around to see a towering beast looming over him, fangs dripping.

                    He pulled at his collar nervously.  "Uh, heh...friend of yours...?"

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

                      "Be nice Pringles." Malicia warned the cerberus.

                      Obediently, the three heads flattened their ears and whimpered. But he smells so tasty! 

                      "My Familiar." Malicia explained. "He's honestly a real darling, when you get past all the fur and drool."

                      • Darkwing Duck
                        Darkwing Duck

                        "I'm, uh, sure..." Darkwing said nervously as he inched around Pringles to move down another aisle of intrigue.  "So, do you have much - er - contact with your family?"  He reached out a finger to poke at what looked like a white puffball, and as he was glancing at her for her response, didn't notice its jaw open wide ready to take that finger off.

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

                          Her expression darkened. "Zero contact."

                          She had trailed behind him to ensure his body remained relatively intact, and was quick to swoop in and pull away the puffball just as it chomped down on thin air. 

                          "I'm not close with my family." She continued with some finality. "I do things my own way."

                          • Darkwing Duck
                            Darkwing Duck

                            Some buried inner cognizance tugged forward and connected briefly with the definiteness and underlying bitterness of her statement.  He gave her a brief, admiring glance, then felt a flicker of awkwardness and again turned his attention to the intriguing artifacts lining the shelves.

                            "So I take it you haven't spoken to Morgana.  You know she's in the city, right?"

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

                              "You... know Morgana?" She felt a stab of disappointment. Then confusion at her own feelings, wondering why she even cared whether he knew her cousin or not. 

                              She didn't want to answer his question, but she did so hesitantly.

                              "I am... aware she is here." 

                              • Darkwing Duck
                                Darkwing Duck

                                He shrugged, as if making the superficial gesture would slough off two years of dramatic mood swings and painful transformations.  "A little."

                                He noticed the pause in her answer and gave a short nod as if that told him everything.  "I...don't suppose you've an affinity for pudding spells?"

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

                                  That gave her pause. "...Pudding spells?" She let out a chortle. 

                                  "So how long have you known my cousin?" The question had spilled out of her mouth without thinking. Part of her didn't want to know, but she was curious by nature, and it anything, it gave her some intel on her cousin. 

                                  • Darkwing Duck
                                    Darkwing Duck

                                    The superficial cool in his demeanor broke momentarily, and there was a mixture of regret and annoyance.  He hadn't seen Morgana in months, and the last time they'd spoken, there had been a glimmer of hope that it might work out...

                                    He shook his head to dispel the memories.

                                    "Oh...a while now," he admitted.  "We used to date, but it never really seemed to work out."

                                    He fingered the lock on a small ebony box that was rattling insistently.  Such a trove of unusual items.  "Where do you get all this stuff?"  It was more of a question to distract from Morgana, although he knew from the tone in her voice she probably wouldn't drop it.

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

                                      "Used to date?" 

                                      She sidled up next to him and inspected him carefully, from the top of his head to the bottom of his webbed feet.

                                      "Hmmm... But your limbs appear to be intact. Are you sure you two dated?" She grinned.  

                                      • Darkwing Duck
                                        Darkwing Duck

                                        He looked miffed at her completely bypassing his last question, but it was only an act.  Still - he didn't really want to get into the specifics of his time with Morgana.  Especially not with her.  It made him feel vulnerable, and he didn't like it.

                                        Still, her grin elicited his own minor reflection of it, and he even gave a light chuckle.  "Well, let's just say my reflexes improved greatly with time.  You're not on good terms, I take it?"

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

                                          "That's putting it lightly." She didn't want to delve into the dirty details. She'd rather Darkwing didn't know her true motives for coming to St. Canard, after all...

                                          Time to switch subjects.

                                          "You like the items, yes?" Pointing to the box in his hands. "I collect from all over the world... from places far and wide, above and below... and very far below." A wolfish grin. 

                                          • Darkwing Duck
                                            Darkwing Duck

                                            He paled a little, recalling his run-ins with Beelzebub.  "An enterprising traveller, I see," he said appreciatively.  He slid the box back into its place.  "So...which is your favorite?"

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

                                              She brightened immediately. Evidently Darkwing had touched on a topic she greatly enjoyed.

                                              "Why it would definitely have to be..." Leading him by the arm to another shelf filled with swirling orbs of energy. "...these."

                                              "My soul collection. Aren't they just wondrous? I have everything from twice reincarnated to Old Souls. Why this one here." A motion to a swirling ball of orange and yellow. "Belonged to a rather famous Normal who lost a dueling kazoo battle. And this one." Pointing to a dark purple orb. "Was a murderous vampire in the middle ages who started a civil war among Normals and monsters."

                                              • Darkwing Duck
                                                Darkwing Duck

                                                He felt an oddly alluring reaction to her touch as she pulled him along to a new shelf.  As she explained, his eyes got wider.  Had he not been familiar with the McCawber clan, he would have reacted with disbelief and dismissed what she was saying, but as it was, he had disbelief on his face for a different reason.

                                                "These are...real souls?  And you...keep them?  H-how did you even get them?"  He was afraid now.  His immediate thought was that she had lured him back here to steal his.

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

                                                  "As opposed to fake souls?" She smirked, not picking up on his fear. 

                                                  "Procuring them varies from source to source. Some of them I purchase pre-extracted as you see them here, already free from their vessel. Others are insured to me through a contract with the owner of the soul. You see, you cannot steal a soul from a being; it can only be imparted through an agreement. It is what makes the soul reaping such a fascinating subject in my opinion."

                                                  • Darkwing Duck
                                                    Darkwing Duck

                                                    "So these people were alive when you took them?"  He started to back away now - right into a shelf behind.  Some of the jars rattled, threatening to plummet to the stone flooring.  "Why?  What are you going to do with them?"

                                                    He narrowed his eyes.  "Well, I'm not going to let you claim MY soul for your little collection!  I'm outta here!"  He bolted for the door.

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

                                                      "Wh-- hey! Where are you going? Come back!" Frowning after him, she gave pursuit.

                                                      She didn't have to go far, because Pringles happened to be blocking the door, and all three heads had opened their great maws, inviting Darkwing to run straight inside.