Negaduck

((OOC: Back! In small bursts though people. If I owe you please poke me! Non fatally if possible.))

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Age: 30ish
Species: Mallard
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Sadistic
Marital Status: Hah!
With: Double hah!
Occupation: Supervillain
About

Heard of my immense greatness and couldn't help but take a peek, could you? Understandable, really - I am the most devious, most conniving Public Enemy Number One in St Canard's entire history.

I can't blame you if you want to see genius at work, and I bet you enjoy violence nearly as much as me, even if you don't have the gall to admit it. Hell, I know what most of you knobs are like - "Cruelty is bad, protect the innocent, blah blah blah", but you can't look away when somebody is getting creamed right in front of you. Seriously, it's like you idiots think this is a TV show.

One problem we have here though is that I can't stand people sticking their noses into my business. I am preoccupied with far more important things. Grand felonies and unbriddled mayhem take work, not to mention kicking Darkwing Dork's tail feathers across the city. I don't need any losers hanging around and getting in my way.

So unless you've got some super-deadly weapon I can steal, or some cash you need 'taken off your hands', I'd recommend you get out of here quick smart. You heard me - SCRAM. 

The Wire

    • Negaduck
      By Negaduck
      ((OOC: Back! In small bursts though people. If I owe you please poke me! Non fatally if possible.))
      • Negaduck
        By Negaduck
        ((OOC: Happy New Year from oblivion, awesome DV people! I hope 2018 finds none of you pushed into a pit of your own creation.))
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          [OOC: Hi Max! We're pretty much all over on Discord - https://discord.gg/xeyrfU ]
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            By Negaduck
            @QuiverwingDuck "Yeah, well, at least I'm not wearing a *dress*."

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            • Negaduck
              Negaduck commented on the blog RP: Meet Your Maker
              The whole being snatched from the ground like a stray nose hair was confusing enough without the glowy red business, but what really threw him was what she said. "Thank you?" Seriously, and using the N word alongside that? "Been huffing too many...
              • Negaduck
                Negaduck commented on the blog RP: Meet Your Maker
                Look, that might have been slightly creepy, but someone was feeling pretty indestructible. Want to guess why? "I spy with my little eye," started Negaduck with no small amount of glee. "Something beginning with- PAIN." Lemon juice in the...
                • Negaduck
                  Negaduck commented on the blog RP: Meet Your Maker
                  How lovely he had her attention. Too bad she barely had his.  "How do you make that open again?" Before the very busy woman had even finished speaking, he had meandered out to where the edge of the pit had evaporated in and out of...
                  • Negaduck
                    Negaduck commented on the blog RP: Meet Your Maker
                    "Uh huh." This city. Honestly. What a freak magnet. How lucky then he had plenty of experience wrangling freaks.  "Let's show Little Miss Clawathon how Negaduck deals with gatecrashers - starting with 'spooky' gates." With his usual bravado...
                    • Negaduck
                      Negaduck commented on the blog RP: Meet Your Maker
                      "The B Word Boys?" That didn't make any sense. The Bandoleers were as tough as they came. Granted they didn't have a brain cell between them, but foot fungus didn't need any brain cells to be difficult to eradicate either. The mook's collar, which...
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                        Negaduck commented on the blog RP: Meet Your Maker
                        Weather reports that evening would be a flurry about a sudden roar of wind that had gusted hurricane-like through the city, dissipating as quickly as it had appeared. The weirdest thing, however, was that it sounded like a question. "What'd...
                        • Negaduck
                          Negaduck commented on the blog We all scream for ice cream
                          The toy set shoved back into Quackerjack's face - which may or may not have resulted in third degree burns if he was lucky - not by the shopowner but by his own boss who was engaged in a scornfully elaborate pantomime. "What? What was that...
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                            Negaduck published a blog post RP: Meet Your Maker
                            You can't keep a good villain down. Especially not when he's been resurrected with a little something extra courtesy of one troublemaking spellcaster.
                              • Gladstone Gander
                                Gladstone Gander

                                The witch slowly looked up from her reading during the sound ocular thrashing and just… stared. After he got through venting probably… point two percent of his stockpile of aggression in the grand scheme of things, she snapped her fingers making the portal slam closed and narrowly avoiding taking his hand off.  Dang.  Better luck next time.  She made a plucking motion with her hand and he was lifted off his feet by his cape, spun around mid-air and deposited harshly back on the ground facing her.  She put a hand on her hip as she narrowed her eye at him as if he was moments away from vivisection and she was plotting her incisions.

                                “Alright, you horrible little thing.” Her tone suggested he was a particularly stupid and unlikable child. “I suppose if you were hoping for a more intimate murder then you’ve got your wish.” She flexed her fingers and long black talons slid from her fingertips but she paused.  There was something… familiar about him. Not that she cared to know any Normals, but…. Her brow creased in mild confusion.  That magical signature around him.  She swished two fingers in the air and he glowed bright red and her eyebrows lifted.  “Well-“ she mused lightly as the aura faded. “-what an unexpected turn of events.”

                                She eyed him once more.

                                “I don’t see what makes you so special, but the spell knows what it’s doing. Did you come here to thank me? “ She ‘smiled’ again. “What a nice little puppet you are.”

                                • Negaduck
                                  Negaduck

                                  The whole being snatched from the ground like a stray nose hair was confusing enough without the glowy red business, but what really threw him was what she said.

                                  "Thank you?" Seriously, and using the N word alongside that? "Been huffing too many cauldrons lately? Don't you know who I am?"

                                  Negaduck got that these witchy types always wanted to do things their own whacko way but you didn't move into a neighbourhood and start offing thugs without at least knowing who was the spectacularly handsome and clever kingpin of that underworld.

                                  Because what kind of absolute moron would go in without a singular clue about who they were confronting, right?

                                  • Gladstone Gander
                                    Gladstone Gander

                                    She laughed. Oh, how she cackled. To share her mirth she brought the book down on his rather large bill with a "whack" then leaned down to his level still chuckling slightly.

                                    "I know who you are, you are flea. An insignificant speck in an ocean of insignificant specks.  As if I would bother myself with such nonsense. Why should I care about what cattle call themselves?  Now, why don't you go bounce off and go cause that havoc that was promised to me? Go skip away little pest your stench is irritating me."

                                    Tanya straightened up and turned as if to go back through the door, clearly under the impression that this 'conversation' was over.  Surely he couldn't have anything to say to this.  He was good at taking orders, right?

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                                  • Negaduck
                                    Negaduck

                                    Pinching the bridge of his beak, Negaduck muttered, "Moron."

                                    The guy had clearly taken one too many blows to the head. There was something wrong with him, even by Negaversian standards.

                                    As long as he followed orders though, Negaduck couldn't care. Hunting down one little girl couldn't require that much brain power, could it?

                                    The failure of either of them to return, combined with the mess he found thereafter by the portal, shortly proved him wrong.

                                    To the blasted 'Normalverse' then.

                                    • Derpface Dork
                                      Derpface Dork

                                      "MY PARENTS GAVE US THAT CHINA AS A MOVING IN PRESENT. I knew you hated those like hand painted demons...." He growled "You can't just tell me like a normal person." He crunched the gravy Boat with his boot in a fit.
                                      HE growled "I'll go get your Daughter and stop her from being eaten, or beaten or used as a television antennae. " He kicked at the wall.
                                      "I swear one of these days I want be around for you to make fun of...." He muttered to himself.

                                      HE was so mad he left the door without slamming.
                                      But his mom raised him better. He pulled the door off it's hinges and threw it at the porch.
                                      Good manners are crucial in a happy criminal hide out.

                                      • Negaduck
                                        Negaduck

                                        "THERE'S EVIL IN HERE WHO WANTS TO KILL YOU IF YOU DON'T GET MOVING."

                                        A statement shortly followed by a cabinet ripped out of the very wall being hurled at the sidekick, broken plates and all.

                                        Grumpy much?

                                        • Derpface Dork
                                          Derpface Dork

                                          "But there could be evil out there who wants to kill her? She can't even kill a fly or a mouse or even a part time gym teacher, Negs." He panicked "She's helpless in that stupid evil universe. "

                                          HE didn't mean to sound like he was scared. He was tough and wasn't afraid of anything. He just sounded that way.

                                          • Negaduck
                                            Negaduck

                                            Launchpad should have looked worried, for his boss had him by the collar.

                                            "TOP SECRET means DON'T TALK ABOUT IT you moron!"

                                            Releasing the brute in disgust.

                                            "Just get her BACK here, or else there will be more than Satan to worry about!"

                                            Really, Old Goat Breath was a pain when it came to poker night, but generally didn't interfere in their plans. He didn't have to.

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