RP: Razed from the Dead

Following on from, uh, everything. Reserved for Mother Goose, Quiverwing Duck, Ariana Macawber and guess who's back, back again.

Rated M for extreme - if cartoony - violence, disfigurement and excessive arm puns.

Some months after a maker met his own murder pit, things were as normal on the streets of St Canard. Which meant the night air was chilling, the alleyways dark and foreboding, and that peace had once again fallen across this sleepy little hamlet.

Or not. 

    • Quiverwing Duck
      Quiverwing Duck

      For some, things still seemed to be idyllic, or at least as idyllic as things tended to get in St. Canard.

      When Ariana McCawber was leaving her job at the Sitting Duck National Bank, she was briefly surveyed by an indistinct figure skulking in the shadows. While that, too, was pretty normal in St. Canard, it was usually some ne'er-do-well ready to enact a little mischief. In this case, it was more of a reprobate, but at least one who tended to be on the proper side of the law.

      Quiverwing Duck dropped down from some upper story ledge, landing quietly in a crouch with his cape flaring out. He stood up with his index finger crossing his beak, giving the young woman a quiet 'shh'. He then tipped his hat to her, and said, "I was in the neighborhood and wanted to ensure you were having a nice and safe evening, Ms. McCawber."

      With the help of his cape and a bit of sleight of hand, he produced a white rosebud, the long stem de-thorned, although it still had several leaves. With a courtly bow, he offered the flower to Ariana. He knew he really shouldn't do such things, considering some of the trouble it had stirred up in the past, but Quiverwing was not known for being overly prudent.

      • DarkwingPsycho
        DarkwingPsycho

        She froze with a gasp at the figure who appeared suddenly from above, instinctively putting her hands up.  Relief washed over her when she recognized the familiar costume, and she couldn't help but blush.  "I am now," she replied softly.  The blush spread when he handed her the little bud, and she smiled shyly.  "You're too kind..."

        Her fingers curled around his softly, but rather than take the flower, she wormed her fingers into his grasp, the stem held between both their hands.  She curtsied, holding out her dress a little with her other hand.

        "Actually, Quiverwing, I'm glad you're here," she said, rising back up and sliding the rose into her hand and holding it gently in front of her as she spoke, admiring the little petals.  "I'd like to talk to you about some upgrades we're doing..."

        She led him around the corner into a less well-trodden area and kissed him.  "I'm happy to see you," she breathed, and her bright eyes only strengthened her statement.  "Is seven still good for dinner?"

        • Quiverwing Duck
          Quiverwing Duck

          "I'm happy to see you, too." Quiverwing gave Ariana a kiss in return and grinned at her. "Especially since I've been so busy, lately. It's nice to have a moment that isn't chaotic." He cupped her cheek with one purple-gloved hand. "Seven is still good. If anything changes, I'll let you know."

          The masked mallard glanced around, as if to ensure they still had a little privacy. "I'd escort you home, but I guess it's been quiet enough in this neighborhood." He looked back to her. "Also, I know you're not helpless." Even if he had rescued her on several occasions, those incidents tended to be a matter of circumstance.

          After giving Ariana another lingering kiss, Quiverwing stepped back and gestured towards the street, saying, "Okay. If I don't let you go, then I'll end up keeping you here all night. I wouldn't exactly call this spot scenic nor romantic."

          • DarkwingPsycho
            DarkwingPsycho

            She might have liked an escort because he was right - he had been busy - but she knew she would see him later, and she didn't want to keep him.  She closed her eyes against the last kiss and leaned forward even after their lips had separated, her eyes half-lidded.  A flirtatious smile worked its way onto her petite beak.

            "Any place is romantic with you," she teased him.  Then she sauntered back around the corner, glancing over her shoulder and running her fingers gently over the flower.  "I'll see you later..."

            Then she was gone, heading toward the bus stop.

            • Mother Goose
              Mother Goose

              And then Quiverwing was alone.

              Well, not entirely alone. St Canard may have been a city, but it still had its share of wildlife out enjoying the night life. Stray dogs, mangy alley cats, even the odd rabbit wandering in from the suburbs...

              Strange, the wild rabbits didn't usually look so well-dressed, as they hop, hop, hopped down the bunny tail. They also didn't usually carry diamond rings around their ears or golden wristwatches in their mouths. The fluffy, white bunny soon disappeared down Potter Street, leaving McGregor's Fine Jewelry completely devoid of karats.

               

              • Quiverwing Duck
                Quiverwing Duck

                Was it profiling to assume a clothed rabbit carrying a lot of jewelry was up to no good? Probably. Regardless, Quiverwing, who had ended up on a building ledge once more, watched the bunny scamper away. He checked his own watch, which was not remotely as nice as any that rabbit was running with.

                Time enough, without having to call and postpone dinner. The masked mallard followed the white rabbit from above rather than firing at it; wouldn't want to accidentally squash it, after all. Although, perhaps he should have, because once it turned the corner, Quiverwing lost sight of it and had to jog and jump along window sills a few stories above the sidewalk.

                • Mother Goose
                  Mother Goose

                  The rabbit didn't elude Quiverwing for long. It was clear he wasn't worried about being followed and was just barely trying to be stealthy, mostly relying on being small and hard to spot from the air than anything else. He weaved down the street, finally ducking under a fence, and into an open alley. As Quiverwing narrowed in on his prey, a familiar voice echoed from further down the alley

                  "Good work Foo-Foo!" Mother Goose's cheerful voice exclaimed. "These are some lovely pieces~"

                  "But Peter and Miffy are still ahead," the goose mock-scolded, gesturing to two half-full sacks and two very smug looking bunnies exchanging high-fives. Foo-Foo grumbled in bad temper, nose twitching in irritation. "Aww, don't be like that," Mother Goose giggled, scooping the rabbit up for a cuddle. "I bet you'll do even better at the next shop!"

                  • Quiverwing Duck
                    Quiverwing Duck

                    "I have but two things to say."

                    Quiverwing Duck's voice came from somewhere above, although he did not keep it mysterious for very long. He dropped down onto a lower building ledge where the lighting was better. "First, Ms. Goose, that you and your felonious furry friends need to cease your criminal activity immediately. Second..."

                    The archer took off his plumed hat and held it to his chest as he bowed deeply. "That I am very sorry for behaving like a scoundrel and trampling your emotions as I did. While it had never been my intention, it was still something I was responsible for and I apologize to you for that."

                    He stood up straight and put his hat back on. "But, anyway, please desist from this delinquency forthwith."

                    • Mother Goose
                      Mother Goose

                      What was it with caped heroes and lurking in the shadows in this city?! Jeez. And it would have to be Quiverwing, wouldn't it. Couldn't be anyone else, not darling Gizmoduck or even that joke Darkwing, oh no, it had to be the hero that blithely curb-stomped her heart on Valentine's Day. She had to admit getting an apology was nice, but how could she trust his pretty words ever again.

                      "...That was a very touching speech," Mother Goose said, letting the bunny hop down from her arms. Foo-Foo scowled at the archer, making a rude gesture with his tiny bunny hands. Foo-Foo was a natural born goon.

                      "But- no," she said, picking up her goodie bag. What was he going to do about it anyway? He didn't hit women and he couldn't very well flirt her into good behaviour this time.

                      • Quiverwing Duck
                        Quiverwing Duck

                        "Is that no to the apology, no to the request to stop thieving, or no to both?" Quiverwing jumped down from his high perch, landing in a cape-flaring crouch. As he stood up straight, he flicked the brim of his hat with his index finger to tip it back on his head.

                        "I'm not expecting forgiveness so that's your prerogative. I don't even care that much about..." he looked at the rabbit and indicated it with a vague wave of his hand. "The stealing, since most shops are insured for it."

                        Quiverwing spread his arms in a shrug, and spoke in his most reasonable tone of voice. "Why do you have to do this at all? You have magical talent, and aside from a few incidents of attempted murder you seem to be a nice person. Once you get an arrest record it'll be harder to turn things around. Also, prison is terrible, especially in this city."

                        • Mother Goose
                          Mother Goose

                          Why did he have to be so utterly reasonable at her? It was so frustrating how he always wanted to emphasize with her when she was trying to commit a crime. Why did he try and make her think about everything that lead up to this moment.

                          "I don't know, why did you decide to tie a bedsheet around your neck and run around on rooftops instead of tucking your daughter into bed, Quivy?" Mother Goose challenged. "Let it go, maybe it just makes me happy!"

                          • Quiverwing Duck
                            Quiverwing Duck

                            Quiverwing rested his hands on his hips, one brow flat and the other arched high. He regarded Mother Goose with faint exasperation, although that expression lasted for only a moment. When he responded, it was with polite honesty. "If you must know, it's because my parents were murdered when I was a kid. I did tell you that I lived in an orphanage. Look, I never claimed to be well-adjusted, I just don't like seeing innocent people get hurt."

                            Wait a second. "...how did you know I have a daughter?" Although, he could guess. Gosalyn was sweet and liked to make friends with absolutely everyone who crossed her path.

                            Quiverwing lightly slapped his hand over his eyes and rubbed it down over his beak with a drawn-out sigh. "Someone is going to get grounded from glitter for a day."

                            • Mother Goose
                              Mother Goose

                              Oh. Oh my, that was terribly sad, what were you supposed to do after hearing that? A hug? Should she hug him? Should she give him a bunny to hug...?

                              "Why would you punish our daughter like that!" Mother Goose gasped, with a chorus of tiny bunny gasps. No glitter?! So much for protecting the innocent, Quivy was a monster. "What did Gosalyn do wrong? She's a sweet girl!"

                              • Quiverwing Duck
                                Quiverwing Duck

                                Did she...? What.

                                Quiverwing's beak opened, shut, opened again, and then shut. His hands lifted, palm upwards, then his arms dropped again. Finally, he managed to say, "Our?"

                                She must have mis-spoke. Nevermind that. Waving one hand, Quiverwing said, "She's really not supposed to go around telling people that, it could put her into danger." He thought about that and amended, "It could put her into more danger than she's in already. If villains knew, they might kidnap her or attack her just to get at me! It's happened before!"

                                • Mother Goose
                                  Mother Goose

                                  "Yes, Quivy, yours and mine," the witch said patiently. Our daughter. Definitely not 'our' in the way Mother Goose hoped for, but life was like that sometimes. She wasn't going to abandon that sweet child just because they had a messy breakup/not actually a/it's complicated relationship.  "A girl needs a strong mother figure in her life, especially when her father is out working all the time!"

                                  Mother Goose narrowed her eyes at the archer. Was he trying to slight her chosen career-path or had he honestly forgotten he was in the middle of foiling her robbery? "Are you saying I can't look after her?"

                                  • Quiverwing Duck
                                    Quiverwing Duck

                                    For a moment, Quiverwing just held his head in his hands, fingers clutched over his eyes and around the base of his beak in a gesture of pure vexation.

                                    He was not, however, all that surprised. Gosalyn was so friendly and so eager to have a family, of course she was going around adopting others, whether Quiverwing wanted it or not.

                                    And now Mother Goose was insinuating he was a bad father. Except he really was a bad father, wasn't he? He had only one daughter now. Not two. The jobs he did for a paycheck were necessary, of course. But, the rest?

                                    He was pretty certain that Gosalyn's life with him was better than what she'd had, but that was damning with faint praise. He was also pretty certain her life would be a lot better if nearly anyone but him had taken her in.

                                    His posture changed, and one hand slipped down as that arm folded across his chest to prop his other elbow, and the remaining hand covered both of his eyes completely.

                                    • Negaduck
                                      Negaduck

                                      With his eyes shielded like that, Quiverwing might have missed the appearance of a particular black caped bad guy beside them. Even without the benefit of sight, however, there was no way to miss the voice. The voice that, while mimicking conventional pleasantries, dripped with disdain.

                                      "Excuse me."

                                      There was a thunderous sound from the earth as a nearby power pole was ripped out of the ground, cabling snapping like broken tree roots, before the entire thing was swung golf club style at the hero. 

                                      It had been impossibly wielded by one Negaduck, looking sinister, and also very not dead. 

                                      "I need a word with Quivvy."

                                       

                                      • Quiverwing Duck
                                        Quiverwing Duck

                                        That voice.

                                        The moment Negaduck spoke, Quiverwing uncovered his eyes, staring blankly right at Mother Goose rather than looking around. Surprise and then horror flickered over his features.

                                        When the archer did turn, he boggled at Negaduck as if he were seeing a ghost. If only it were a ghost, but the black-masked mallard seemed to be the opposite of insubstantial. He was very substantial. Also, very strong. He sure wasn't that strong before he got slam dunked into a pit full of knives and fire.

                                        For a guy who normally exhibited effortless agility, Quiverwing did not even try to dodge until it was too late. There was a loud thwack when the pole clobbered him, sending him sailing up and away while his hat hung there in the air for a spinning second before fluttering to the ground. The mallard hit the wall of a nearby building about three stories up with a thump and a rattle of arrows that had been jarred loose from his quiver, and he started to slide slowly downwards.

                                        Snapping back into reality, the masked archer scrambled to grab at a building ledge, hanging by one hand. A touch weakly, he said, "I see the reports of your death were greatly exaggerated."

                                        • Mother Goose
                                          Mother Goose

                                          That was such an effortless clobbering.

                                          "Quivy!" Mother Goose cried in horror. Oh, good, he looked like he grabbed something... the villainess breathed a quick sigh of relief. As complex as their relationship was getting, she didn't want Quiverwing dead. Maybe lightly maimed, but not dead. Who did this guy think he was anyway? So rude.

                                          "We were having a conversation, you know," Mother Goose said. Her rabbits growled at the interrupting duck, perhaps sensing the evil radiating off him.

                                          • Negaduck
                                            Negaduck

                                            Look at him, sliding down that building like a feather-adorned loogie. So satisfying, but nothing compared to what would surely follow.

                                            On that, Negaduck had been about to make a gleeful quip about how incredibly well his health was faring, maybe something to do with kale smoothies, when that goose cut in. 

                                            "That's too bad, whoeveryouare." His cup overflowth with totally not sarcastic sympathy. "You see..."

                                            Bending to eye her fluffy helpers.

                                            "I forgot to bring any popcorn."

                                            One of said fluffy helpers caught, viper-like, in a single-handed strangle hold. Except he wasn't merely strangling little Foo-Foo. He was crushing him.

                                            "So unless you want me to make some from the rest of your woodland friends here..."

                                            Superstrength applied in such a manner to any normal bunny would have produced satisfyingly gruesome results. Being a storybook character, however, perhaps the poor pilferer simply went POP. His trinkets, meanwhile, were left to fall into the waiting hand of the crimelord. 

                                            "I suggest you scram." 

                                            • Quiverwing Duck
                                              Quiverwing Duck

                                              Super strong or not, that was still Negaduck. He was not the sort who gave anyone more than one chance.

                                              While little bunny Foo-Foo was getting a hug, Quiverwing had pulled himself up onto the building ledge and shot a grappling line arrow, because instead of getting the hell out of there, he was returning to the scene of the fracas.

                                              In mid-air, he fired an arrow at Negaduck, one that burst into a weighted net. As it dropped, so did the archer, landing between the villain and the... other villain. Although in this case, he had his back to Mother Goose, and a hand raised in a warding gesture against Negaduck.

                                              "Okay, pal. You got my attention. What do you want."

                                              • Mother Goose
                                                Mother Goose

                                                Foo-Foo! Oh no! The two other fictional rabbits clung to the goose's skirts in terror as red glitter rained down on the scene. The witch's mouth hung open at the causal brutality.

                                                "Ah, you know, I think I left the cauldron on..." Mother Goose stammered, backing away the two men. "Raincheck, Quivy?" Yeah. They could pick this up again. Right now she had to run home and pour a circle of salt and rosemary and holy water to keep Negaduck away.

                                                • Negaduck
                                                  Negaduck

                                                  So she wasn't such a goose after all. 

                                                  If a high tension net, which was torn asunder as easily as a woman's stockings, couldn't keep him at bay though, a bunch of herbs probably didn't stand a chance.

                                                  Unless it was oregano, maybe, because ew.

                                                  "As I recall..."

                                                  Advancing on Quiverwing, cornered and alone.

                                                  "You owe me a couple of limbs."

                                                  Granted they were little girl limbs the hero had deprived him of, but who was he to be picky? Plus there was an easy jab in there about the similarity of Quiverwing's physique with a young girl ho ho ho. 

                                                  As to the question of how which nobody was asking, from within his cape he had produced not Betsy.

                                                  But Betsy Zombified

                                                  • Quiverwing Duck
                                                    Quiverwing Duck

                                                    Once Mother Goose made it clear she was going to retreat, Quiverwing relaxed slightly. Well, that was not quite accurate; he was still tense because Negaduck was right there but he stopped being so anxious. "...yes, we'll have a nice chat about things later," he told the goose evenly, without taking his eyes away from the other drake.

                                                    When that demonic looking chainsaw came out, Quiverwing had to admit to himself this was probably not going to be much of a discussion. His brows pulled downward and his sneer showed a hint of gritted teeth as he struck at Negaduck. The intention had been to jab at a sensitive area of the forearm to make the masked villain drop that weapon.

                                                    Quiverwing had punched sturdy brick walls regularly enough to know what it was like. It was a lot like this. In case it was a fluke, he had a rapid follow-up punch aimed at Negaduck's face. Quiverwing had also punched through doors regularly, but he may as well have been knocking lightly and politely in this case. What...?

                                                    • Negaduck
                                                      Negaduck

                                                      There was mind numbing, world ending evil. And then there was that grin.

                                                      "Naaw, be careful."

                                                      The demonic death device switched to his non-dominant hand to allow a split second return punch at his counterpart's face. Only to show him how it was done... and maybe the inside of a couple of buildings if it landed.

                                                      "Don't want to hurt yourself now."

                                                      As if anything could be more painful than those quips.