Quiverwing Duck

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"Immediate approval :eggplant emoji: :heart pierced with arrow emoji:"

That seemed like it might be a little overly familiar as a response, even taking into consideration the subject of the photograph. But it wasn't as overly familiar as what followed, which was a selfie of a shirtless Quiverwing Duck, giving the camera a sly grin and an intense come-hither stare. He also had his non-phone-holding thumb hooked in the waistband of his green costume pants as if to imply that would be the next item of clothing to go.

Was this sexting? Because it really seemed like it was sexting.

It was several seconds before a text-only response came through:

"Oh my goodness, Ms. Goose, I am very sorry. I got over-eager for a moment there and assumed Ariana was sending it to me rather than engaging my brain to see what number it had actually come from. Please forgive me."

A few seconds after that:

"By the way, I hope you're having a nice day. Also, please let Ariana know she looks nice in that. Thank you!"

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Age: early 30s
Species: Mallard
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Disastrous
Marital Status: Unlikely
With: Ariana McCawber
Occupation: Masked Vigilante / Private Investigator
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Drake Mallard, P.I. - Quiverwing Duck's (arguably) mild-mannered alter ego


 

Origin Story:

In an alternate universe there is a St. Canard where things are a little more shadowy and the Dark Deco aesthetics are more strongly embraced. For the most part, this means a population that wears fedoras unironically and tends to prefer Streamline Moderne styling on everything up to and including their smartphones.

In this world, Darkwing Duck delivered two-fisted justice to the criminals of St. Canard, swooping in with gas guns akimbo and a flip kick to the head. He was steadfast (some might say 'stubborn') about working alone, but eventually relented and took on a sidekick. His daughter, Gosalyn, grew up knowing her father was a masked crime fighter and was determined to follow in his footsteps.

Realizing that Gosalyn was going to do this whether he condoned it or not, Darkwing decided it was better to keep her where he could see her and protect her.  As a daring dynamic duo doling out drubbings to disorderly dastards, Darkwing Duck and Quiverwing Quack made an excellent team. Except when it got too late on school nights, of course; bedtime was non-negotiable.

This routine became the ultimate in father-daughter bonding activities, and everything was great--until, suddenly, it was not. Quiverwing Quack made the ultimate sacrifice to save her father and all of St. Canard. For Drake Mallard, Darkwing Duck died on that night as well. For Drake Mallard, Darkwing Duck was responsible for his daughter's death.

Although he fell into deep despair, Drake knew that Gosalyn would have given him a severe dope slap for giving up under any circumstances. Clinging to the memory of her fiery spirit and his love for her, Drake returned to crime fighting. Unwilling to resume his prior masked persona, he instead decided to honor his fallen hero and took on the mantle of Quiverwing Duck.

This time, however, he really is determined to work alone.

 

UPDATE: The 'working alone' thing is really not going to plan.

 

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Note: Although this character is adapted from the comics, other than the backstory provided for him for his own world, I'm not otherwise following the 'Crisis' story canon. I mean, can you imagine??

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    • Quiverwing Duck
      Quiverwing Duck

      "Oh yeah, a sleeper special isn't a problem. It's a little more difficult to hide weaponized items when wearing gym clothing, but its not impossible." Drake sat back in his seat, momentarily lost in thought. "You don't like using weapons, right? I remember you mentioning that. Do you want a taser, though? Not necessarily for this, just in general."

      He was trying to think his way through their possible impending battle, but something kept distracting him. Drake couldn't help but wonder aloud, very quietly, "Do you think they have a rockwall? The type with the advanced climber extended overhang?" Because he would climb the heck out of that.

      Wait. No. They were there to work, not have fun. Drake waved his hand slightly. "Well... does this gym have a dress code? I'd hate for this plan to go wrong because one of us got denied entry for not having sleeves on their workout garments. Beyond that, I think we have this handled."

      • Gladstone Gander
        Gladstone Gander

        Oh you’re welcome, I’ve got an endless supply of candor with your name on it. Note to self: look up the definition of ‘candor.’

        He nodded in agreement to Drake’s assessments about civilization being the cat’s meow. But soon they were back on the distressing topic of the possessed patriarch.

        “Hm. Yeah, I don’t know if I could either, granted I’d need a climbing harness to hit him anywhere above the knee. So unless this gym has a rockwall that might be out of the question. Hm. Don’t happen to have any knock out gas in your Private Eye Caboodle do you?”

        • Quiverwing Duck
          Quiverwing Duck

          Those must have been the correct answers, because while Drake remained solemn through Gladstone's response, at the end he gave a slow nod. "Thank you for your candor."

          Drake was generally polite and pretty friendly, but there was a little extra warmth there now, as if the formality had been taken down a notch. "I'm the least 'outdoorsy' person I know. I like being in civilization, this is where all the interesting stuff is." He gestured at the bistro where they were seated. "Little places like this, nightclubs, people. You understand, I'm sure."

          The sunny smile was back. "We should get along fine." Maybe it really had been a make or break question. "Anyway, sorry for getting us off track. We should focus on the task ahead of us, I really hope it doesn't come down to having to physically fight Agent Mallard. I'm... not entirely certain I could bring myself to punch him."

          • Gladstone Gander
            Gladstone Gander

            "'Outdoorsy?' As in 'Out of Doors'? Who knew there was such a thing? Outdoor activity. Um." The gander, sensing the serious nature of this inquiry grew very contemplative himself.

            "...Uh. I like... fishing? Boating can be nice? Uh..." Could he handle a family camping trip? Was that what he was asking? This was all so sudden. The answer was... well it was important to tell the truth right?

            "...I'm not really... 'naturey'? I'm more of a cosmopolitan explorer? Meaning the city or the cocktail in equal measure. Are you... 'outdoorsy'?"

            • Quiverwing Duck
              Quiverwing Duck

              "You... may actually know more about cooking than I do," Drake admitted, because from the sound of it, Gladstone had looked at a recipe at least once in his life. "I am good at making coffee, though, but I don't think that's useful for dinner."

              He grinned once Gladstone accepted the invitation. But there was something else he needed to know, and while it was nothing that would make or break a possible friendship, it might still affect it.

              "This isn't related to what we've been discussing, this is just about my own curiosity," Drake explained. He had become solemn. "How do you feel about... outdoorsy stuff like camping?"

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                Quiverwing Duck commented on the blog [RP] The Devil You Know
                Normally the pain of a shuriken biting into flesh could effectively bring the target back into consciousness. While it was true that Quiverwing Duck had a tendency to ignore pain, if nothing else the sheer outrage of getting stabbed in the buttock...
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                  Quiverwing Duck posted on Quiverwing Duck's message board
                  "Oh yeah, a sleeper special isn't a problem. It's a little more difficult to hide weaponized items when wearing gym clothing, but its not impossible." Drake sat back in his seat, momentarily lost in thought. "You don't like using weapons, right? I...
                  • Quiverwing Duck
                    Quiverwing Duck posted on Quiverwing Duck's message board
                    Those must have been the correct answers, because while Drake remained solemn through Gladstone's response, at the end he gave a slow nod. "Thank you for your candor." Drake was generally polite and pretty friendly, but there was a little extra...
                    • Quiverwing Duck
                      Quiverwing Duck posted on Quiverwing Duck's message board
                      "You... may actually know more about cooking than I do," Drake admitted, because from the sound of it, Gladstone had looked at a recipe at least once in his life. "I am good at making coffee, though, but I don't think that's useful for dinner."...
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                          Quiverwing Duck commented on the blog Cold Archer Calling (RP)
                          "You have a usual archer? Gosh, I didn't realize that was a position that could exist. Ah shucks," Drake gave a slight wave of his hand when Gemini compared his skill to that of her usual go-to. "This is just a thing I do.""Anyway, no pressure to...
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                            Quiverwing Duck posted on Quiverwing Duck's message board
                            When Gladstone shared his own Negassault incidents, Drake listened attentively and with an expression of sympathy. Even if Gladstone got through all of that mostly unscathed, having to even be in Negaduck's presence was itself an onerous burden....
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                              Drake was starting to nod in response when Gladstone verified that Jacob was, indeed, on board with what would hopefully be an exercise-exorcise twofer. The nodding stopped when Gladstone had that reaction. Replying with something like 'Ah I see you...