Daring Duck of Mystery
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Prince Edward of Andalasia was the last thing in the world from Herb Muddlefoot. Not that he knew what a Herb Muddlefoot was. If he’d even heard the phrase, he would be instantly distasted by it, because it sounded unpleasant.

However, the sound of his new wife’s voice was something he was always glad to hear, and he heard it now.

“Charlotte, my peacock!” he called out before he saw her. “Where are you, my love?”

[OOC: RP Order is - Lottie, Darkwing, Edward]

“EDDIE!” Charlotte cried as she ran and jumped into her beloved husband’s arms. “OH AH MISSED YA!” After a brief moment of reunion with her husband she remembered the duck.

“OH, Eddie! This duck needs ya help findin’…somethin’…Ah forgot, Ah think it was a girl duck? Ya should ask him ‘bout it!” 

Darkwing stared at the couple, a questioning look on his face. “Peacock?” He shook his head, not quite sure what to make of Edward just yet. “Yes… a girl duck. With red pigtails. Have you seen her?” He didn’t seem to have much of a hopeful look on his face. The guy certainly didn’t look like someone he could trust to do something competently.

Prince Edward only just noticed the be-caped duck. And he stared at him in surprise. “Good sir, are you ensorceled?” he wondered. “How did you come to be a duck man?”

Darkwing slapped a hand over his bill before marching up to Edward. “No, I am not ‘ensorceled!’ I’ve ALWAYS been a duck. I come from an entire world of ducks, dogs, pigs, and other sentient beings that make a whole lot more sense than beakless mutants! Now, that we’ve got THAT cleared up… She…” He pointed at Lottie. “Said that YOU…” He pointed back at him, perhaps in something of an accusatory manner, though what he could be accusing Edward of was unclear. Possibly of being an idiot. “Could help ME find a little girl who is lost somewhere in THIS world.”

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*Frowns a little because I don’t like people saying negative things about Grandpa (event hough who cares about dumb ol’ -grammer- anyway)?*

*Notices her frown and tries to reassure her* Not that I mean any disrespect to Professor Waddlemeyer. I mean, I never met him in person, but it sounds to me like he was a great, stand-up guy, and again, he was a scientific genius. We all have our quirks and stuff.

“Yeah well, I bet he did it on PURPOSE so only the SMARTEST people could figure it out.  Just another LAYER to the CODE!  Ya know.”

Heh. Well, I am pretty smart. *Looks very proud of himself*

*Rolls eyes*  pfft.  sure.

Heeeeeey… You just said I must have been one of the smartest people to figure out the code! *Crosses arms*

@Anyone: Stroll Through Town

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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The grandfather clock continued on as Analiese sat there, silently readying to herself on the window sill. The day seemed to be dragging out, longer than usual when things were quiet around the castle. Her family was out and about, doing something, Lord knew what, leaving Analiese alone with nothing to do. Even all the work she had was finished by morning. Now it was early afternoon and she was so incredibly bored. Sighing she read the last chapter of her book and shut it, leaning her head against the glass, staring out into the town. The bustling streets brought her so much joy, knowing everyone was happy and at peace. Perhaps she would join them.

Leaving her crown and escorts behind she left the protective walls of the castle and set off into her beautiful city. The passer-by’s greeted her with warm smiles and polite waves. The smells from the bakery filled the sweet air as she made her way through the crowd. Corona was such an extraordinary place. Analiese become so intoxicated by it she didn’t even realize the person in front of her, who she bumped into on accident.

“Oh my goodness, I do apologize greatly. Are you alright?”

Darkwing had been trying to keep a low profile, which was difficult not only because he was the only talking, flight-less duck in the area surrounded by beakless mutants but also because he liked being in the spotlight and showing off his skills. He had managed to put a stop to a pickpocket, but it had drawn a lot of unwanted attention… Unwanted because a few people (barbarians, in his mind) remarked that he might make a good roast. The nerve!

In any case, he was not in a very good mood (not an unusual occurrence for him) when he was bumped suddenly bumped into. “Hey, hey! Watch where you’re going, lady!”

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Drake raised an eyebrow at her, giving her a look that said, ‘Do I look stupid to you?’ Still, ice water probably would feel good on his poor, hurt fingers, so he dunked them in the ice water without protest or complaint. “I don’t think our planets are that much different. Except your planet is full of weird…ah…mutant creatures like yourself. And my planet is full of creatures that, you know, actually make sense.” He wasn’t actually trying to be insensitive or a big jerk this time; it was just his habit. He just really didn’t take everyone’s feelings into consideration, and he could have a big beak sometimes.

Nani considered saying ‘ditto’ to explain she had the same idea, just in reverse towards his planet. Though his attitude and words bugged her, she was beginning to roll with his punches. Lilo is going to freak when she meets him, she thought. This is right up her alley of weird.

“You hungry?” she asked. “I have some pizza we could heat up.” She had worked up an appetite. Now that she was understanding that Drake was just like any other person, though in rude, insensitive duck-form, he probably had the same cravings as mutant creatures—humans! Gosh, I am so confused, she rolled her eyes at herself.

“Pizza?” Drake liked pizza (probably not as much as Launchpad), and he was hungry, but… He eyed his waistline warily. Pizza was fattening. He frowned a little bit as he mulled it over. Well, he WAS on vacation, wasn’t he? It wouldn’t hurt to have some fattening foods. He grinned. “Sure, pizza sounds great!”

“How does sausage and pineapple sound like?” she asked, looking at the leftovers in the fridge. She had only one Coke left. Lilo must have taken at least three to school that morning. The little brat. Nani could imagine what would happen if her sister actually drank all of those as school. The teachers had not called yet, so maybe all was fine?

She looked in the freezer. Some uncooked pizza with no specific toppings yet were there. “Or if that does not appeal, we can wait longer and make a new one up.”

“It’s not spicy sausage, is it? Eh heh heh…. Spicy stuff tends to mess with my digestion…” Drake patted his stomach lightly.

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Prince Edward of Andalasia was the last thing in the world from Herb Muddlefoot. Not that he knew what a Herb Muddlefoot was. If he’d even heard the phrase, he would be instantly distasted by it, because it sounded unpleasant.

However, the sound of his new wife’s voice was something he was always glad to hear, and he heard it now.

“Charlotte, my peacock!” he called out before he saw her. “Where are you, my love?”

[OOC: RP Order is - Lottie, Darkwing, Edward]

“EDDIE!” Charlotte cried as she ran and jumped into her beloved husband’s arms. “OH AH MISSED YA!” After a brief moment of reunion with her husband she remembered the duck.

“OH, Eddie! This duck needs ya help findin’…somethin’…Ah forgot, Ah think it was a girl duck? Ya should ask him ‘bout it!” 

Darkwing stared at the couple, a questioning look on his face. “Peacock?” He shook his head, not quite sure what to make of Edward just yet. “Yes… a girl duck. With red pigtails. Have you seen her?” He didn’t seem to have much of a hopeful look on his face. The guy certainly didn’t look like someone he could trust to do something competently.

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*Frowns a little because I don’t like people saying negative things about Grandpa (event hough who cares about dumb ol’ -grammer- anyway)?*

*Notices her frown and tries to reassure her* Not that I mean any disrespect to Professor Waddlemeyer. I mean, I never met him in person, but it sounds to me like he was a great, stand-up guy, and again, he was a scientific genius. We all have our quirks and stuff.

“Yeah well, I bet he did it on PURPOSE so only the SMARTEST people could figure it out.  Just another LAYER to the CODE!  Ya know.”

Heh. Well, I am pretty smart. *Looks very proud of himself*

I’ve always had a soft spot for kids myself. Not sure I’d let that guy with the weird nose near any kids, though… *Looks at him suspiciously*

I’ve always had a soft spot for kids myself. Not sure I’d let that guy with the weird nose near any kids, though… *Looks at him suspiciously*

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Darkwing’s patience was already wearing thin in the woman’s presence (not that this was a particularly hard feat to accomplish). The way she babbled reminded him a lot of Mrs. Binkie Muddlefoot, who was always someone he loathed to think about. “Eh heh heh… Right, Lottie. Sure.” He was already beginning to tune her out as was his habit when he was trying to deal with being around the Muddlefoots.

“Where are ya from anyways, Sugah?” Lottie asked as she made her way to Eddie. Or where she thought he was anyways…

“Huh?” Darkwing blinked after a moment, then remembering what Lottie was saying, he shrugged. “Oh, nowhere you’ve ever heard of I’m sure. I live in a world with people like me… in a big city called St. Canard, which I protect.” He was trying to think of what this Edward person was like. If Lottie was like Binkie Muddlefoot, it was possible that her husband could be like Herb Muddlefoot… What a nightmare that would be.

OOC: I really just wanted to use that line in an RP at some point. One of my life goals is complete! *LOL* Also, just imagine that one of these is probably about the same kind of tone that Darkwing used for poor Aurora. *LOL*


Back IC: Princesses. Oye. I don’t blame this poor beakless mutant with the pointed ears.

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“Radiation, which I suppose is something a fairy-tale princess would know nothing about that… illusion… which I guess is kind of magic, but not really. It’s more like smoke and mirrors type stuff, not real magic where you can point at stuff and zap energy beams at people. It could be a mechanical sort of thing with built-in lights…again, something you probably wouldn’t know anything about.” He waved his hand dismissively, shrugging. “All sorts of perfectly valid, scientific reasons. Not everything is magical.”

His eyes narrowed a bit as Aurora continued to push the issue of Gosalyn, and he became even more impatient, and perhaps even a little bit of his temper flared. “Look here, princess…” He said the word princess in a derisive, snappy manner. “I said she wasn’t important, and I mean that she isn’t important. I don’t appreciate you trying to see things that AREN’T there. Besides that, my personal life is MY business, and even more importantly…”

He scooted close to her, and yanked her down by her shoulder so that he could look at her eye level. “I have enemies. LOTS of enemies. I am a constant obstacle and threat to the plans of evil-doers everywhere.” Even when he was being completely serious, he couldn’t resist stroking his own ego. “That being the case, they would do ANYTHING, and I mean, ANYTHING to get at me… so, they can destroy me. If they find out that I have any special ties or connection to someone… They will use that connection against me, and they won’t care if they hurt the people connected to me as long as it means hurting me in the process.”

His features seemed to be getting sharper, fiercer. “So, I think it would be in EVERYONE’S best interest if you put whatever speculations you have to the side and keep them to yourself because the girl I am looking for is just a helpless, defenseless little girl… and if my enemies get wind of there being some kind of actual connection between us because you can’t keep your STUPID mind from fancying the ridiculous and your royal lips sealed, any harm that comes to her will be on YOU.” He let go of her shoulder and sat, facing away from her with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. The nerve of some people…

It was probably a good thing Gosalyn wasn’t there right at this moment. She would probably object to being called helpless and defenseless because she wasn’t… exactly helpless and defenseless. But still, all of his enemies were very dangerous, and Gosalyn was HIS little girl… It was ultimately up to him to protect her.

“I’ll have you know that I am not a ditzy princess who doesn’t know how to use her brain. As for your ‘theories’ as to how this book glows, who says it isn’t magic? Whatever the hell ‘radiation’ is must only exist in your world because I happen to know some of the smartest scientists in the entire world and never once have they mentioned ‘radiation’. And they would have if it existed!” She fell back into her seat calmly after the duck had let her shoulders go. “And I don’t make-believe. At least, not anymore. You can try and hide your feelings with the words you say, but your eyes and your body language tell everything. “

She turned her attention to her nails, absently checking them for any signs of dirt, as well as trying to aggravate the duck further. What could she say?? It was fun to frustrate someone who gave in easily. He should really learn how to play his cards better. “Look, if you want help getting your girl back, I think it would be in your best interest if you didn’t piss off one of the most powerful people in this world.”

Aurora felt the carriage come to a halting stop, signalling they were in town. “Oh, and I wouldn’t be too worried about my lips, I’m good at keeping secrets, it’s your own mouth I’d be worried about. Because of that adorable speech you just gave, you just proved my point. This girl is worth more to you than anything, despite what you’re trying to make me believe. If you plan on telling everyone what you’re doing here the way you just did, you are going to get that poor girl into more trouble than you could ever imagine. So please, take my advice and don’t piss me off. I’m one of the good girls.” She pushed the door open and graciously accepted the driver’s hand as she stepped out of the carriage with a smile on her face. 

A royal pain in the tail feathers was what she was! Darkwing was practically ready to leap out of the moving carriage, but it came to a complete stop before he could attempt it. Princess or no princess, HE wasn’t going to let himself be talked down to by what was clearly, to him, a spoiled, snotty, snobby, STUPID princess. The glare he shot her could’ve melted lead in its intensity.

“Well, EXCUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE me, princess!” He marched out of the carriage, and then turned around dramatically to face the princess on getting out, his cape billowing slightly. He almost managed to look a little intimidating. Almost. It was hard to be intimidating when you were shorter than most everyone… and the only duck in town.

“You clearly don’t know me very well AT ALL, and you presume WAAAAAAAAY too much. I don’t care if you’re the Grand High Ruler of All Beakless Mutants with vast amounts of magical powers or WHATEVER, I don’t need help from the likes of YOU. I’ll find that little girl, WHO HAS ABSOLUTELY NO CONNECTION TO ME BY THE WAY, and I’m not going to let anyone stop me, princess or no princess!” He reached into his suit and pulled out one of his guns; this one his grappling hook gun. He aimed it at the roof of a nearby house within the kingdom and allowed himself to be pulled up onto the roof. He hopped to the next roof, and the next, and soon, he was too distant to be seen.