RP: You Suck

((This blog takes place after the events in Meet Your Maker))

Reserved for: Morgana, Darkwing, Negaduck, and (later) Tanya. 

Morgana awoke to the frenzied screeching of Eek & Squeak, and through her groggy state barely registered their message. 

"Darkwing is what?" She shot up straight out of bed, cobwebbed sleep-mask still wrapped tightly around her face. 

Pulling it up over her forehead she leaped from her bed and made a running dash for the roof. Surely she misheard her little friends? Because what they were telling her, sounded awfully like...

She froze when she saw battered heap hanging from the highest roof stack. Her hand flew to her mouth in shock. "Darkwing...!" 

She rushed to his side and tugged at him. "Darkwing, can you hear me?!"

    • Darkwing Duck
      Darkwing Duck

      He groaned faintly, feeling like death warmed over and then sucked dry.  Every part of him ached and he could barely register her presence.  The paper Negaduck had jammed into the front of his suit rustled lightly, and he turned his head enough that the shredded collar and blood marks were visible.  The sun was just starting to kiss the horizon.

      His eyelids barely parted, and he made out Morgana's hazy face.  "Morg...?" he wheezed.  "What are you doing out-" breath "-here?  It's too dangerous..."

      For some reason she smelled different to him.  Not her usual perfume or natural pheromones...this smell made him hungry in a very unique way.

      • Morgana Macawber
        Morgana Macawber

        "Dangerous? What are you talking about? We need to get your inside... you look like you were gnawed on by a rabid werecat." She finally managed to wrench him free (tearing his cape in the process, but sacrifices must be made) and draped his arm around her shoulder to steady him, which required some awkward crouching on her part to keep his feet on the ground. 

         A shudder ran down her spine when she brushed against one of his hands. ""You're as cold as the dead, Dark. Let's get you warmed up." 

        • Darkwing Duck
          Darkwing Duck

          "Neg...Ne..." he breathed, then got distracted as he fell into her.  "My cape!"

          Her nearness barely registered as she led him toward the manor's open window.  "When I get my hands on that one-eyed witch..." he muttered.

          Something sharp pricked his inner lower lip, and he had to open his bill a little.  "Are you wearing...new perfume?"  The intoxicating smell surrounding her was getting hard to ignore, and he suddenly had the overwhelming urge to...

          He leaned in toward her neck, nuzzling her a little as he tried to get a good angle given their awkward positioning.

          • Morgana Macawber
            Morgana Macawber

            "Dark, what are you doing?!" She struggled to push him off without being too forceful, not wanting to cause him any more harm. He clearly had enough of that already.

            "You are clearly delirious from blood loss, you're not making any sense whatsoever!" Realizing it was too difficult to drag him off the roof, she opted for the easier alternative: A quick wiggle of her free hand and both of them 'poofed' out of existence, only to reappear on the ground below in front of the house. Not her exact target but close enough. 

            "I'm not wearing any perfume today." She added, attempting once again to guide him inside. 

            • Negaduck
              Negaduck

              "Really," said a voice behind them. "Because you smell devine."

              There was Negaduck, but was that a UPS uniform? Were those shorts?

              A step down from an adult diaper, surely.

              "I'm going to need a signature for that." Gesturing to Darknecker with a pen and clipboard. "Unless you prefer to.. return to sender."

              With a grin that sharp it was a wonder he wasn't responsible for the jugular damage. Only the rest of it.

              • Darkwing Duck
                Darkwing Duck

                The voice made Darkwing's hackles rise even feeling as weak as he did.  He managed a glower and got his arm from around Morgana.

                "You-!"  Faceplant right on the sidewalk.  "Ow."

                The piece of paper that had been inside of his jacket fluttered out from under him.

                • Morgana Macawber
                  Morgana Macawber

                  "Negaduck, what the hell do you think you're trying t-" The note had caught her attention by this point and all further Nega-nonsense was pushed aside as she plucked it from the ground.

                  "What does this even..." A side-long glance at Darkwing. 

                  Wait. It couldn't be... but then again, the symptoms

                  Bending down to Darkwing's level she yanked his turtleneck down to get a closer look.

                  There they were: Fresh puncture marks.

                  "No...." She stepped back in horror. "Dark..."

                  She was on Negaduck immediately, her balled-up fist gripping the front of his uniform as foreboding thunder clouds began to swirl directly above them. 

                  "Explain. Now."

                  • Negaduck
                    Negaduck

                    "I'd save your firepower, Morgy." Her fingers popped off his collar like so many salted leeches off a vein. "Looks like you have an old school enemy in town who won't go as easy on you as I did."

                    It was kind of hot, in all honesty, pardon the H word. Perhaps he could film it. Witches and Stitches? Sultry Sorceress Slime-Off IV? Would have to work on the title later. 

                    "Besides-" A sidelong yet satisfying check in with the crumpled crimefighter and the sun beginning to rise behind those crapmulonimbus clouds. "Probably not the time to work on his tan."

                    Not that Negaduck cared. Darkwing Dust had a nice ring to it.

                    • Darkwing Duck
                      Darkwing Duck

                      Darkwing groaned from below, and the only thing saving him from immediate searing pain were the storm clouds overhead.  Let's home Morgana's temper held out.

                      "I'll-" gasp "-protect you Morg!"  wheeze "From that malicious mistress of-" cough, hack "-midnight!  Just..."  He lifted his head with a pathetic expression.  "Lean down a little closer, will ya?"

                      He was starving.

                      • Morgana Macawber
                        Morgana Macawber

                        While Morgana truly would have enjoyed giving Negaduck the Whack-A-Vole treatment, the villain had made a very good point: The sun was starting to rise. She needed to get Darkwing away from the light as quickly as possible. 

                        "Forget him, let's get inside the house, Dark." She lifted him from the ground again and dragged him down the pathway and up the steps onto the porch with sudden speed. 

                        "Oh, and Negaduck..." She spun around and fired off a bolt of magic, which collided with a nearby oak tree, sending it crashing into the street, and more accurately, where Negaduck was presently standing.

                        "Tell Tanya I look forward to gifting her with a matching eye socket."

                        • Negaduck
                          Negaduck

                          The oak nailed him straight into the ground, a malevolent pegging if ever there was one. Seconds later though her huge woody accomplice was tossed into the street, missing a blind old lady by freak of chance. Oh well, couldn't win them all.

                          "Tell her yourself." Negaduck responded after climbing out of the Negahole and brushing himself off, leaving them to their toothy troubles while he made the most out of the delivery guy outfit. Stuffing stink bombs into letters, hiding attack roosters in packages, standard terrible behaviour delivered right to your door. 

                          No reason he couldn't have a little fun when he had the entire city to terrorise.

                          • Darkwing Duck
                            Darkwing Duck

                            She received no arguments from him, although he felt vaguely upset about not being able to clobber Negaduck.  His mind was more on his raging appetite, and the pricking sensation from a set of fangs protruding from his canines.

                            "I don't suppose you have any steaks...extra rare," he said weakly.  He didn't want to admit the state he was in, but he also couldn't deny the signs.  This was worse than being a wereduck.

                            • Morgana Macawber
                              Morgana Macawber

                              "I have blood." She told him. "It should be enough to quench your thirst." With some maneuvering (and at least once accidentally banging his limp head against the corner of a wall) she managed to guide him to the sofa in her sitting room and draped him across the plush material like a particularly ill cat. 

                              "You just lie here." She instructed him softly. "I'll be back momentarily." 

                              Off to the Apothecary she went, where she wrenched open a batwing-embossed wardrobe. Inside was a glass box labelled 'break in case of vampirism' (given the kind of company Morgana kept, this was a reasonable accommodation). She smashed it with the culturally-insensitive stake that had been included with it and grabbed what appeared to be a soda can. 

                              After briefly scrounging around for a few more items she returned to Darkwing's side with her arms full of potions and brews.

                              "We need to slow the transformation process, before it becomes permanent." She explained. "But in the meantime, here." 

                              She handed him the canned drink. "This is a popular beverage for sanguinians. It will curb your cravings." 

                               

                              • Darkwing Duck
                                Darkwing Duck

                                He did as he was told, fighting the instinct to leap at her and nip at her neck.  The sunlight peeked in through a part in the curtains, and he hissed and slid down the sofa away from it.  This wasn't exactly what he'd been going for when he called himself a "creature of the night." At least there weren't any rednecks around to shove hot sauce down his throat...

                                When she reappeared he sat up eagerly and took the can, popping it open with a satisfying hiss before downing it in two gulps.  He hated to admit how good it tasted even as he was utterly disgusted.  "Thanks," he sighed, tossing the can behind him.  Already feeling some strength returning, he could also feel his sense of pain returning from Negaduck's enthusiastic bashing.  He winced, but tried his best to not show the excruciating agony of defeat.  "Transformation process?  You mean there's a way to stop it?"

                                • Morgana Macawber
                                  Morgana Macawber

                                  "Yes, if we can get to the bottom of all this we might be able to reverse it on time." She took a moment to wander the immediate area and close all of the remaining curtains until they were both enshrouded in a bleak darkness.

                                  "But first... I need you to tell me everything you remember leading up to your transformation. How exactly is Negaduck involved in all this?" 

                                  She took a deep breath, as if bracing herself before asking the next question.

                                  "Did you... by chance meet a woman with a single, glowing eye?" 

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