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?" 

                                  • Darkwing Duck
                                    Darkwing Duck

                                    He felt a wave of relief go through him.  There was no way he wanted to spend the rest of eternity as a blood-sucking monstrosity!  Sure it might be a more effective tactic to strike fear into the hearts of criminals, but he'd never get to spend a day outside with Gosalyn again, he'd never get that parade of glory proclaiming his magnificence, he'd never -- wait a minute!

                                    He suddenly raced off of the sofa, injuries be damned, and skidded to a frantic stop in front of the hallway mirror.  When he was met with his dim - and handsome - reflection, he breathed a sigh.  Whew.  At least not all of the clichés were true.

                                    That settled, he acknowledged Morgana's questions.  "I followed that supercilious scoundrel to that sinister cyclops' sanctuary.  They seemed to be in cahoots, and she told me to tell you that she's coming for you."

                                    He straightened his mangled fedora, trying his best to reclaim a semblance of heroism.  "But don't worry, Morg.  I'll make sure that murderous Medusa is removed momentarily!"

                                    • Morgana Macawber
                                      Morgana Macawber

                                      Her blood ran cold and perhaps not just in a metaphorical manner, hard to tell with these magical types.

                                      "So Negaduck is working with her? That explains the unusual energy surrounding him. But I don't think even he realizes what kind of threat he's dealing with..."

                                      Turning back to Darkwing with a frown she shook her head at his predictable bravado. "You don't understand. This is personal. That 'sinister cyclops' is an old classmate of mine, from Eldritch." She glided effortlessly toward the nearby bookcase and deftly plucked out a leather book, embossed with a stylized 'E' on the front.

                                      Returning to Darkwing's side, she flipped the book open and stopped on a particular page featuring the Eldritch Academy's Student Council. There, front and center, was the familiar albeit younger face of the vampire in question. Except of course, for the two sharp eyes looking back at them. 

                                      "Tanya Spellbinder." Said Morgana. "She was top of our class and on her way to a bright future, until she was expelled due to an... incident. Now she has come to St. Canard to hurt me. Starting by hurting those close to me." 

                                      • Darkwing Duck
                                        Darkwing Duck

                                        Darkvampire looked curiously over Morgana's arm to see the photo.  He passed her a suggestive look.  "Those closest to you, eh?"

                                        Then he got serious again.  "What sort of 'incident'?  And why would she come after you?  More importantly, how are we going to reverse this?"  He motioned to himself, particularly the fangs.  "I can't spend the rest of my life sucking sanguine sauce and ducking the sun!"

                                        • Morgana Macawber
                                          Morgana Macawber

                                          Her face flushed lightly. "Well it happened so long ago, the details are hard to remember. But there was a fight. Of the magical variety." Well isn't that just... vague. 

                                          "Tanya had instigated the entire mess so she was ultimately responsible and expelled as a result. But I guess she holds me responsible... as if I needed yet another psychotic sorceress blaming me for never finishing school." One was already too many, clearly. 

                                          "As for how to fix this well... doing so requires a few key components. I can get most of the ingredients myself but." She bit her lower lip nervously. "The most important ingredient has to come from the 'parent' vampire in question. It's going to require me getting dangerously close to her... but perhaps if we come up with a game plan, we can achieve this."

                                          • Darkwing Duck
                                            Darkwing Duck

                                            "A magical showdown...like in Harry Otter...hmm..."  Darkwing, your geek is showing.  "But why you and you alone?" he pressed.  "Did you catch her in the act of some nefarious deed?  Or did you simply try to stop the assault of spells?"

                                            He straightened.  "There's no reason I can't handle that vampiric vixen solo."  Except that that was literally just proven last night.  "You shouldn't have to risk yourself for me.  What do you need from her?"

                                            • Morgana Macawber
                                              Morgana Macawber

                                              At the very suggestion Morgana straightened up and glowered at him. "Darkwing Duck, that is not your call to make." There it was, The Tone (TM), as stern as ever.

                                              "This is my fight, and I will not be swept to the sidelines. You don't know the first thing about vampires, and clearly your current condition demonstrates that fact. Either you agree to assist me or I find a more cooperative party. In fact, I heard Gizmoduck has proven rather adept in dealing with dark forces and their hellish crusade." Because when it doubt, aim for the ego.

                                              "This isn't just about you." Redundant, but the point needed to be jack-hammered into Darkwing's brain. "She won't just stop at hurting you. She will target everyone close to me, and even those who would prove useful in achieving her revenge. In fact... I think we need to touch base with the others. Make sure they're all safe." 

                                              She was already pulling out her cellphone and toggling through her list of contacts. Her sister was the first who came to mind. "I need to make sure Ari is okay." She explained to Darkwing as she hit 'call'. 

                                              • Darkwing Duck
                                                Darkwing Duck

                                                At her tirade, he flinched.  "Okay, okay...I just...don't wanna see you get hurt," he mumbled truthfully, looking a tiny bit crestfallen.  The stab at his ego did not go unnoticed, either.  "Besides, I can do better than Gizmoduck at anything!  Has he survived Transylvania as many times as I have, hmm?  Not to mention your family..."

                                                He frowned, watching her wait for an answer.  Just who is this elusive "sister"?

                                                The sound of an automated voicemail floated out of the receiver, and while Morgana was leaving a message, Darkwing's gaze drifted to a silver-framed photograph of two young women.  One was obviously Morgana at a younger age, while the other looked very different, her pale blonde hair a stark contrast to Morgana's raven updo.  Hadn't he seen that girl somewhere...?

                                                He paled.  Oh.

                                                "Uh, Morgana...I...think I might know where your sister is."

                                                • Morgana Macawber
                                                  Morgana Macawber

                                                  "...Hmm?" She was typing on her phone absentmindedly, sending off a text to Quiverwing to briefly inform him of the situation. She wanted either him or Ari to reach her asap, in case things got messy.

                                                  "Wait. What are you talking about?" His words sinking in and she looked up at him.

                                                  "You've met Ariana?" 

                                                   

                                                  • Darkwing Duck
                                                    Darkwing Duck

                                                    "Well, not as such," he explained hesitantly.  "But while I was - er - busy with Negaduck, I saw her and Quiverwing.  Neither one of them looked too good - particularly Quiverwing - but I managed to save them from a killing blow.  I believe they're both at St. Canard General now...at least I would hope so."  He was unconscious for a good part of the time following his confrontation with his hated enemy.

                                                    • Morgana Macawber
                                                      Morgana Macawber

                                                      "I need to go there right now." She stood, eyes filled with panic. Any brush with Negaduck that was mere steps from death translated to more than just 'not too good'.

                                                      "The blood I gave you will tide you over, but you cannot venture outside until the sun sets." She explained to Darkwing. "So you will have to stay here until then. I'll try and be quick... depending on how Ari and Quiverwing are doing." 

                                                      Before Darkwing could even protest, she had grabbed her spell book, and headed outside. As she threw open the front door she reassured herself that nothing would ever stand between her and her loved ones. 

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