Manipulation of Magic

Typical Saturday afternoon in St. Canard, the city alive with various noises from people to vehicles. Every day had these various lively noises though- St. Canard was filled with hundreds of people and was a crime-ridden city filled with criminals and some of them had special abilities that gave the police trouble. This wasn't her first choice to live, she actually didn't plan on living anyway and just travel around the world on the magical flying serape one of her father's gave her before she left.

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Feliciana fell in love with the city though- it was full of life and excitement, just like her! Perhaps she could stay here just a bit longer than she normally does? She needed money though, so she would perform with her guitar and sing on the streets or work various odd jobs. Today she decided to spend some time in the library- a day to learn all about the world in just one place!

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Normal young women her age enjoyed spending their time at bars, the mall, shopping, etc. There was a lot to see and do in this city on an island after all, but her favorite places to enjoy herself was at the library or the museum for learning was something she greatly enjoyed.

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"What to learn about today...?" She mumbled to herself as she made her way inside, humming a tune to herself, oblivious to the odd stares she would receive. "Oh, I hope nobody has checked out the Encyclopedia of World Music!" She squealed in excitement- if there was one thing she loved more than learning, it was music! 

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On her way over, she noticed a tons of book messily spread across the table and the floor over in the Construction Section. "Honestly, are people in that much of a hurry they can't respectfully put things away these days?" She let out a small sigh of disappointment before her onyx eyes turned a glowing gray as with a swish movement of her hand she had used her magic to gather all the books at once and put them all back in the shelves.

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"Molt meglio!" She spoke in her natve tongue with a rather satisfied look on her face.

    • Negaduck
      Negaduck

      A librarian, with strength ill-fitted to her dowdy outfit, was tearing books off shelves two rows back when there came the unmistakable sound of cleaning.

      She - or rather he, as would be apparent to anybody unfortunate enough to glimpse that black masked face hidden behind overly large glasses - popped his out to stickybeak. Emphasis on the beak.

      Exactly in time to witness the last of the mess unmessing itself.

      "You." Clambering over the closer pile of public domain blueprints to address the wielder. "How'd you do that?"

      Nearly a rhetorical question. He knew a bit of bippity boppity boop when he saw it. How this one would respond to being called out, however, was the real question.

      • Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles
        Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles

        The blue jay let out a soft squeak in surprise in surprise of being called upon- she was not expecting that, nor was she expecting a librarian to look as 'she' did, but shrugged it off mentally. Never judge a book by its cover, right?

        -

        A lie was the most predictable response to be given- it was nature to lie about something that one did not wish to omit to, especially something like this where the typical response would be being mocked or a scene being created (by fear in this particular instance). A lie and a false explanation was what was going to come out of her mouth for sure!

        -

        "Magic." She responded bluntly. 

        • Negaduck
          Negaduck

          Interesting. "Are your powers limited to desk decluttering or...?"

          That'd be his luck, find the one sap with boundless control of the wonders of windex. There was a reason he never teamed up with Ammonia Pine and it wasn't purely cosmetic.

          "Asking for a 'friend'."

          They had those, right? The world?

          • Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles
            Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles

            Feliciana blinked a few times in confusion. Usually when she told others she had magic, they'd look at her in shock or skeptical- never taking it in stride like this 'librarian' did.

            -

            "No, they're not." She answered with a shake of her head. "One can do a lot with magic! I personally specialize in transformation magic and enchantments of animals myself."

            -

            "Might I ask who your amico is?" She asked curiously, placing a finger to her beak as she hummed. Perhaps she knew this person the other was asking for?

            -

            "Oh...Oh! I get it!"She said after a brief pause. "You are not really asking for an amico, but yourself, yes?"

            • Negaduck
              Negaduck

              "Actually..." A shifty eyed check for any witnesses, and in one smooth motion he whipped the entire costume off. Revealing, not a barrel, but his own usual costume. How did he do that anyway. "I do ask for an ami-whatyoucallit."

              Guiding, if she would allow it, to sit in a quiet spot, a literal taking into confidence as it were.

              "I'm known as Negaduck, and I've been looking a long time for someone like you to make a very special mallard's dream come true."

              Fetish. Could he say fetish? Better not, might sound suspicious, as if the black mask and secretive whisperings didn't already have that covered.

              • Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles
                Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles

                Feliciana blinked in confusion, tilting her head as she watched the duck look around before taking off their clothes to reveal a costume.

                -

                It puzzled her why the other was dressed up in a costume like it was Halloween, until she recalled reading in the newspaper about a caped hero in town. But wasn't it Darkwing Duck, not Negaduck? 'The media does like to twist things...Or maybe he is a sidekick?' Negaduck couldn't be bad, right? He wanted to make someone's dream come true! What sort of bad person wants to do that?

                -

                While most people would have questioned him, the blue jay was simply too trusting of everyone she meets to do so. "I do love to help others!" She answered with a smile. What a naive young woman. "This person must mean a whole lot to you for you as you are going through such grande lengths! What do I have to do?"

                • Negaduck
                  Negaduck

                  "Oh yeah, he's a real.. person, all right."

                  Fishing in his coat for a recent photograph of the alleged person, he slid it across the desk to her. 

                  "So this guy, the renowned Quiverwing Duck-"

                  Then had to retrieve it, quickly sketch some arms on the image, then push it back.

                  "This guy has always, always wanted to be transfigured into a..."

                  What possible inspiration could he happen on in a library? Stacks of old recipe books? Oh for-

                  "Candle salad."

                  She couldn't possibly buy that.

                  "By surprise."

                  Could she?

                   

                  • Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles
                    Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles

                    Feliciana looked at the image, blinking curiously when she saw he had no arms, tilting her head in confusion when he took the photograph back to draw arms back on it. Why did he do that?

                    -

                    "Quivering Duck?" She repeated, the name sounded familiar- probably another one of the heroes here in St. Canard. 

                    -

                    Did he just say this hero wanted to be turned into a candle salad by...

                    -

                    "So, his dream is to become a...Candle salad by surprise?"

                    -

                    It sounded like she wasn't gonna go with it and call him out...

                    -

                    Then she shrugged her shoulders. "Well, who am I to be judging one's dream?" She smiled.

                    -

                    Oblivious and naive this blue jay was.

                    • Negaduck
                      Negaduck

                      Tears. Those were tears. Of joy, right? Not at all barely suppressed laughter, half muffled behind a sleeve.

                      "He's going to be so happy." 

                      Pulling it enough together to clasp the jay's hands.

                      "Thank you."

                      So much.

                      "Do you need anything in particular to track him down? Personal items? Home address? Tweeter profile?"

                      All things a close friend and not-at-all-deadly-rival would totally have.

                      • Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles
                        Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles

                        "Prego! I am just happy to help someone out."

                        -

                        Giving a thoughtful hum of what she would need for her location spell, she tapped her beak a few times.

                        -

                        "A personal item would be the most helpful and give us the most precise location of your friend. Like a feather or something dear to him. It does not have to be grande in size, but in value to said person." 

                        • Negaduck
                          Negaduck

                          "I have just the thing."

                          Reaching into his cape, only having to sort through some junk first. Spanner? No. Austin Bowers Halloween mask? No. Handmade Father's Day card? Ergh, no.

                          "Ah, here. The nutjob seems to have been fletching his arrows with his tailfeathers." Turning one of the projectiles in question over to examine the nock, Negaduck met her gaze again and added, "Probably because he just can't stand the sight of his own non-candley flesh."

                          You know how it is.

                          Before handing it over, however, he stopped. "Handle the tip with care, now." Showing the small taped package in lieu of a point. "Smoke bomb. I've been saving it for a.. special occasion."

                          And what could be more special than seeing him turned into a salad?

                          • Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles
                            Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles

                            Curiously, the blue jay leaned forward slightly in order to peek into what the other was doing. She didn't see any of the items, but she did wonder about how much space he had in that cape? And if it was heavy to drag all that stuff along?

                            -

                            Blinking at what he had shown her, she curiously stared at it for a moment or two before carefully taking hold of it. Mentally shrugging off the question of how and why he had something like this on him.

                            -

                            Slowly breathing in and out to calm herself and focus, Feliciana's eyes turned from onyx to gray--a glowing gray at that! 

                            -

                            "Guida questo caballero e trova colui che possiede questa freccia!" She chanted, a glowing gray light surrounded the arrow as she let it go as it began to levitate.

                            -

                            Her eyes returned to normal as she smiled brightly. "This will take us to him in no time, come on!"

                            -

                            The arrow took off as did the blue jay, taking hold of the duck's hand as she dragged him along.

                            • Quiverwing Duck
                              Quiverwing Duck

                              The arrow seemed to be taking the scenic route through St. Canard, if your idea of 'scenic' was 'sketchy looking warehouses' and 'increasingly run-down looking buildings' with an occasional structure that was outright condemned. Now and then, there was one that was slightly on fire, but no one seemed to notice or care.

                              The bad side of town was great if you loved urban decay, otherwise, it looked like tetanus poised to strike anyone unwise enough to touch a surface. Criminals were fond of the area, but the media was not. The police tended to avoid it lest they be consumed by the locals. For these reasons, it was Quiverwing Duck's favorite slice of the city to patrol.

                              There was a scuffle going on in the direction the arrow was leading, and a burly tall thug came sailing out of an alleyway spine-first, colliding with the side of a truck that was heavily tagged with graffiti and, also, missing all of its tires. Another gentlemen of similar build and demeanor who was presumably a companion of the first thug rapidly rolled out and collapsed in a heap on the filthy sidewalk.

                              Quiverwing Duck stormed out after them, dragging a third thug who was much closer to him in height, which is to say, the guy was only a foot taller than the masked drake. Quiverwing stepped up onto the heap made by the other two men, and unceremoniously dropped the third into the beat up municipal trashcan at the curb. He did something of a double take at the tire-free vehicle, and informed the semi-conscious men he was standing on, "Aw, someone robbed your truck full of loot while we were busy."

                              • Negaduck
                                Negaduck

                                Urban decay. Yes please.

                                So comfortable was Negaduck in this environment he nearly forgot to approach with caution, and only yoinked the the arrow and its follower back before they whipped around the corner. Hopefully Quiverwing was too preoccupied with the other criminal activity to notice the jay walking.

                                "It's meant to be a surprise, remember?" Keeping the enchanted arrow in place even if it took brute force or the weight of an entire dumpster. "You'll blow his fantasy forever if he sees you."

                                What a shame would that be.

                                "You go do your thing. I'll be watching."

                                And recording, from a few storeys up. Couldn't miss the sight of the great(ly annoying) Quiverwing crumbling now, could he?

                                • Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles
                                  Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles

                                  This part of the city certainly wasn't somewhere she was familiar with- thank the heavens because it was...Unsafe environment. Let's leave it at that.

                                  -

                                  Feliciana had forgotten all about using her magic to morph him in surprise the moment she saw the work of a superhero in action. She had always read about them in comics and newspapers or see them on television, but seeing it all in person? A totally different experience.

                                  -

                                  "Scuse!" She whispered apologetically, and with a quiet snap of her fingers the enchantment on the arrow was no more.

                                  -

                                  "Per rendere valido il tuo sogno, ti trasformo in Candle Salad!" She chanted once more, the glowing gray color returning to her eyes as she extended her hand towards Quivering Quack and shot the spell towards him.

                                  If the magic hit him, he would turn into candle salad. If he dodged it, whatever object behind the duck would turn into candle salad.

                                  • Quiverwing Duck
                                    Quiverwing Duck

                                    "Well, look at it this way," Quiverwing said to the thug in the trash can, who had emitted a dazed groan. "With your risk/reward ratio going this far out of whack, you gentlemen might want to give serious consideration to reforming." Never mind that he was one of the reasons the rewards had gotten so risky.

                                    The anatid archer had a real knack for catching any errant breeze just right, because his green cape was flowing photogenically, especially once he had hopped down to the sidewalk. Whatever else he was going to tell the defeated trio went unsaid, because he tilted his head when he heard Feliciana's words.

                                    Quiverwing Duck turned to seek out the origin of the chanting, doing so just in time to catch the blast of magic to his chest. The expression on his face when he looked Feliciana's way was one of utter perplexity, although that lasted for less than a second, the reason being that at that point he didn't have a face anymore. He didn't have an anything anymore, there was just a plate with some scandalously arranged fruit on it.

                                    • Negaduck
                                      Negaduck

                                      "Yes! YES!" An exultant Negaduck had rushed past her and out into the alley. "I can't believe you were stupid enough to actually do it!"

                                      Scooping up the tray of Caladwing Salad, its tiny purple cape rippling with movement, he examined it to confirm it wasn't a mere illusion or happy daydream. 

                                      One or two of the trashed crooks were even helped up for the sole purpose of having his victory thrust in their faces. 

                                      "Finally he has a physical form to match his personality!"

                                      Ostentatious and fruity?

                                      • Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles
                                        Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles

                                        Feliciana was happy to have helped...Until he said that.

                                        -

                                        "Wait..." She paused, blinking a few times in confusion. It was only a second before she realized...

                                        -

                                        This guy was not a hero at all! 

                                        -

                                        Her feathers ruffled in frustration as she pointed at Negaduck accusingly, magical energy emerging from the tip of her pointer finger.

                                        -

                                        "Mi hai ingannato, ma ti butto in quell'albero!" She chanted, anger laced in her tone as the magical glowing gray light left her finger and shot towards Negaduck- if successful, he would be pushed back into the tree that was across the street.

                                        -

                                        "Questa forma è anormale, riportalo alla normalità!" She chanted once more, a different magical surrounding the transformed mallard as she reversed the spell.

                                        -

                                        "Many, many, many apologies, signore!" The blue jay apologized frantically. "I thought I was doing a good and helpful deed, but I was tricked!"

                                        • Quiverwing Duck
                                          Quiverwing Duck

                                          The groggy thugs that had been roused looked unsteady and confused, and then alarmed when they realized Negaduck was excitedly waving suggestive fruit in their faces. What could he mean by that? Should they flee? Was it already too late to flee? They cowered against their despoiled truck.

                                          When Negaduck got shoved away, the plated salad was left behind, briefly spinning in the air before it started to fall. It seemed destined to shatter and squash over the filthy pavement, but the second magical blast caught it. What hit the filthy pavement instead was Quiverwing Duck, somewhere between all-fours and sprawled. Fortunately, his costume covered him almost completely. Except for his arms, at least between the tops of his gloves and the ends of his short tunic sleeves. Despite Negaduck's earlier picture, he did have those limbs in the expected places.

                                          The masked mallard was looking slightly more disheveled than usual. "The heck was that about?" He got to his feet and patted himself down, gave the apologizing jay a quizzical look, and then turned his head to see the black masked drake across the way.

                                          Quiverwing looked back to Feliciana as he dusted himself off, wryly saying, "Ah. You've met Negaduck, I see. Yes, he does that to people. Apology accepted, and don't worry any further. By the way, I'm Quiverwing Duck, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He tipped his feathered hat at her and bowed, then turned to stalk across the street towards Negaduck, eyes narrowed as he cracked his knuckles.

                                          • Negaduck
                                            Negaduck

                                            As one who had spent a lifetime messing with magic users, Negaduck would normally have had his guard up. 

                                            Seriously though, it was so disgusting. 

                                            Were you actually meant to eat that? Or was it the sort of corrupt culinary craftery he could spook a busload of nuns with? A work of immensely unimaginable evil, like a thong or K-Pop or-

                                            ZAP.

                                            Having one's spine introduced to a trunk wasn't so bad. Not when compared to, as the miniature candle salads floating around his head began to clear, the sight of a newly restored Quiverwing closing within thrashing distance. 

                                            Time to do the immensely unimaginably evil thing and run.

                                            • Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles
                                              Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles

                                              "Nice to meet you, too!" She smiled cheerfully. "I'm Feliciana!"

                                              -

                                              The sight of the fleeing villain caused her cheerful disposition to fade as she frowned.

                                              -

                                              "He doesn't even apologize, how rude!" She then turned to look at the crime-fighter. "Should we go after him?"

                                              • Quiverwing Duck
                                                Quiverwing Duck

                                                "Yes." Quiverwing said to Feliciana. "Even if he hasn't technically committed a crime in doing this, he deserves a little something for his trouble."

                                                Since Negaduck had started to flee, the masked archer took his bow from his back, and pulled three arrows from his quiver. Although he did not knock them all at the same time, he rapidly fired them one after the other at the running crook. The first projectile was practically friendly looking, with the tip of it replaced with a purple boxing glove. A cushioned, long distance punch?

                                                The second arrow, fast on the fletching of the first, had a smaller cylinder at its head, containing a harmless glue bomb payload. The third gave a better hint as to Quiverwing's true feelings on the matter, because it quietly beeped in time with a small flashing red light, the signature look of one of his explosive arrows.

                                                • Negaduck
                                                  Negaduck

                                                  Not only was Negaduck's guard up this time, it was moving rapidly. 

                                                  So the first arrow was dealt with on the run with a sandwich board he grabbed in passing - one reading TRY OUR APPEELING POTATO SALAD - deflecting it straight up. 

                                                  The second he avoided by vaulting off a wall and spinning horizontally around it to pluck it out of mid air. 

                                                  And the third he simply ducked, because the obvious pun in there never stopped being hilarious. 

                                                  Nor did an over the shoulder raspberry at one's enemy. 

                                                  Perhaps had he resisted the urge to rub his success in Quiverwing's non candlised face, he might have seen the bomb bolt ending up in an open U pipe ahead and in an unlikely turn of events, get routed back towards him. 

                                                  As it was, he only saw it as he ran into it head on. 

                                                  The burnt bad guy that it left was conscious after the blast, enough to realise the glue arrow he was still holding had somehow not gone off. 

                                                  Success?

                                                  Until gravity caught up with the first shot, and brought it down towards him, glove first. 

                                                  "No, no no no-"

                                                  SPLAT. 

                                                  Welp, once again the malicious mallard of mayhem had caught himself in a sticky situation. 

                                                  • Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles
                                                    Feliciana Carioca-Pistoles

                                                    Feliciana watched the hero curiously as he fired the different arrows at the villain. She had never seen those kind of arrows before! Then again, she'd never met a hero before either...Other than her own personal heroes a.k.a. her dads anyway.

                                                    -

                                                    Wincing at Negaduck's rather painful looking defeat she also couldn't help but to smile a little after. She didn't enjoy seeing someone in pain- even if they deserved it, she just felt like...This whole fight sequence was something out of a cartoon or comic book.

                                                    -

                                                    Wonder why?

                                                    -

                                                    "I feel as though it is only fair, I grant a 'dream' of yours, like I did Quiverwing." She then looked around to perhaps find an idea of something to turn him into...

                                                    -

                                                    The board Negaduck once held in his grasp caught her attention. "Ora che è stato pavimentato, trasformalo in quel piatto sulla scacchiera!" She chanted her spell.

                                                    -

                                                    Before either of the two mallards could blink, Negaduck was turned into a bowl of chunky yet creamy potato salad.

                                                    • Quiverwing Duck
                                                      Quiverwing Duck

                                                      With Negaduck secured to the spot, Quiverwing Duck started stalking towards him with intent to punch, but had barely taken a step before Feliciana flung her spell. Quiverwing was no stranger to seeing sorceresses zap others into strange configurations, but this was still pretty novel.

                                                      "Gosh," said Quiverwing. He put his bow on his back and peered at Feliciana, saying, "Are you a culinary magician?" Rubbing his bill as he eyed the potato salad, he said, "I'm wondering if its safe to leave him on the pavement, there. What if someone tries to eat him? They might end up horribly diseased, or even immediately drop dead."