RP: Burning Over a New Leaf

Reserved for: Malicia and Gizmoduck

It has been a month since Mal's plug-possessed rampage on St. Canard, which also ended her romantic entanglement with St. Canard's self-proclaimed hero, Darkwing Duck. After several weeks of post-magical hangover, Mal has risen from the ashes like a particularly busty phoenix and is ready for the next stage of her life. Which, evidently, requires committing a major crime. 

And so our story opens on the other side of Audubon Bay in the cleaner, fluffier and all-around more wholesome city of Duckburg. Scrooge McDuck has generously permitted the local Duckburg Museum of Antiquities to display the many treasures he has collected on his countless adventures of solving mysteries and rewriting history. Security is not as tight as one might expect and the criminal competition nowhere near as fierce. 

Clearly the perfect target for a fledgling supervillain... 

    • GizmoDuck


      This was the most heavily guarded, most stalwartly sentried, trove of tchotchkes ever assembled.  Or at least that's what the guard told himself as he continued his staring contest with the portrait of Mona Lizard.  What they said was true, her nostrils really did follow you when you moved across the room. 

      Okay so maybe this was boring.

      Maybe this was really boring. 

      But what was he supposed to say? 'Sorry Mr. McDuck my heroic dance card is too full for security work?' ...well he'd tried but he'd just gotten whapped with a cane and had a day's pay withheld. So Gizmoduck was playing watchdog for a wing of whatchamacallits.  He almost wished someone would try to steal something to break up the shift.  Where were those Beagles when you needed them?

      Oh.. right, in jail after the runaway tour bus incident. What about Magica? Hm, he seemed to recall that it was eruption season on Mt. Vesuvius she probably had her caldrons fill just trying to keep her lair washing away on the lava. Well wishful thinking didn't protect Mr. McDuck's property.  He ought to do another sweep.

      "You win this round Ma'am." He tipped an imaginary cap to the painting and... well, yes, yes he did pick up a broom and start sweeping as he continued his patrol.

      • Malicia Macawber
        Malicia Macawber

        Master thieves must be subtle. They must bypass the most advanced security, slip in undetected, acquire the target, and leave without a trace. A truly artful heist requires grace, strategy, and self-control. 

        In which case, Malicia was absolutely not a thief. Master or otherwise.

        The first indication of this fact may have been her decision to use the stone lion out front as a battering ram to gain entrance to the moderately secure building. This in turn triggered the alarm system, and she felt the most subtle way to silence the deafening ring was to lob fireballs at any and all sources of noise. That, of course, activated the sprinkler system. 

        Which... surprisingly worked in her favor when several guards rushed to the entrance to confront her, only to skid across the slick floors and collapse in a heap. Plenty of time to bind and gag the trio before sealing them in a side-office. 

        Dusting off her hands, she advanced on the main display room, eager to pilfer..... whatever was there. Truthfully she had only skimmed the details in the newspaper, the words 'priceless' and 'shiny' had caught her eye. 

        She had never committed a real crime before. At least, not alone. Her foray into badness involved a lot of hand-holding via Negaduck, with a large side of blackmail and extortion. Even her warehouse operations, while shady, certainly had never crossed into villain territory. For all her wrongdoing, Malicia had managed to maintain a fairly clean record in St. Canard.  

        Well, relative to what normally qualified for 'criminal' over there. 

        Surprisingly, she looked forward to changing that reputation. Starting with that very lovely gold scepter gleaming beneath the display case in front of her... 

        • GizmoDuck

          What ho! What is this? An alarm!  Oh, joy of joys! And what ho yet again! There was the intruder now! Just you wait bucko, no really wait, where did he put that dustpan?  Ah yes there it was, he tipped his sweepings into the closest urn and placed the broom in the outstretched arms of some goddess or another.  

          Yes now he was ready, he cleared his throat and revved his engine before weaving through the displays to what he hoped would be a fantastic fight with minimal property damage.

          "Halt villy~an! The Rod of Ramifications is clearly labeled as 'Do Not Touch'! That would be a breach of museum protocol and really just rather impulsive! You don't even know what it does!" Neither did he but that was beside the point.  "Gravitate your grabby hands to greener pastures if you don't want to face a fine from Gizmooooo~duck!" Sang for emphasis, timed to screech to a halt right beside the, yes very clearly labeled 'No Touchie', at the same time he did. "Now you nefarious no-ooooo-oh."

          Well.  The sight that awaited him was not at all what he was expecting. Maybe he was mistaken. Yes that must have been it.  Such a lovely lady would never be doing something as uncouth as robbing a museum surely. He cleared his throat again and gave her a little bow.

          "I apologize dear lady, I was under the impression that there was a thief in our midst, but there appears to just be a Miss't in my... midst. Ahah.. ahem.  Whatever are you doing here after hours?  Did you get separated from your tour group?" 

          • Malicia Macawber
            Malicia Macawber

            Deadpan stare.

            Was this... a thing? Do all these cities contain some flavor of oddly-themed superhero who would inevitably gravitate to her radiant beauty? Could she really blame them?

            "Listen here, G...Gasmoduck? Gizmoreduck? Whatever." She hissed acridly. "If you think for one moment that I'm some sort of wide-eyed helpless damsel in need of assistance then-" Cue the eyelash flutter as she ran her hands over his gleaming chest plate, tracing one claw over the embossed letter. 

            "You are absolutely correct. Please, oh please, help me!"

            What? Might as well take advantage of this golden opportunity. Especially if it got her closer to wrapping her hands around that thick, hefty rod. 

            • GizmoDuck

              "Gizmoduck-" he supplied helpfully before she pulled out the big guns.  

              His head tilted down to watch her finger trace the emblem on his suit and he blinked. His head then tilted back up to look at those fluttering.... were they eyelashes or ... miniature brooms.  Wait, maybe he'd been doing a bit too much janitorial work on the side. Whatever they were they were very distracting, as was the rest of her. He gulped, clearly outclassed but he had made an oath to himself to help anyone in need. And here was a very vocal person in need.

              "Ah, yes of course.  It would be my honor to you help you, Miss, perhaps there's someone I can call to come pick you up? I'm afraid the museum is closed at present and I don't mean to beat a dead headless manhorse but you are technically breaking the law just being here.  Shall I escort you to the entrance-" He offered her his arm. "-and I'll see that you're off safely on your way? It's awfully late for a lady to be out alone, it can get rather dangerous." 

              Yes. Lady. 

              Also yes dangerous...

              ...for everyone else.

              • Malicia Macawber
                Malicia Macawber

                Her hand flew to her mouth. "Moi? Breaking the law? Why, I'd never...!" 

                She chose to shun his arm, opting instead to press her body against the front of his armor in a manner more befitting the encore to a third date. "My, you're an awfully handsome fellow up close, aren't you? What is a smart, important-looking person like yourself doing all alone in an empty place like this?"

                She gazed into his visor with half-lidded eyes, adding with a purr. "It's awfully comforting to know someone like you is here to keep an eye out for me.." 

                • GizmoDuck

                  "A..aha. Well, as it turns out-" Was it hot in here? "-my employer has...erm employed me to protect his possessions. Namely the uh-" he motioned to the wing at large. "-pretty shiny things in uh... here." He cleared his throat lightly. "As a result, it seems as if I may also count myself among the fortunate to have found you first as someone has set off the alarm.  Which of course means that there has been a break in! I don't mean to alarm you with the... uh... alarm talk..." Wow, words were hard. "-I assure you, young lady, that nothing shall harm you under my watch. Or even my grandfather clock if it comes to it." 

                  He looked around as if expecting to see stripe wearing sneaks creeping through the displays. 

                  "I wonder if perhaps you have seen any intruders in your travels Miss, uh-" He blanched and looked back at her earnestly. "-I am terribly sorry where are my manners? Might I have your name?" 

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