reaching way into obscurity here - 2 drabbles
((OOC: Explanation - a darkwing duck story I'd like to do sometime. Taking place before he and Morgana become a couple, she, Isis Van Der Chill, and the remains of the D-2000/DD realize Darkwing has more or less dated all three of them, and get in a competition to see who he really loves. For this scene, our hero was knocked out, and now begins to wake up...))
As his senses began to snap to attention, there were many things to notice, all at once. Aside from his headache, he found himself immobile, arms and legs tied by, guessing from the feel, tight chains. This room was incredibly warm, and he could feel several beads of sweat dripping through his fathers. As voices began to become clearer and clearer, he managed to close his eyes, and upon so...
... realized he was upside-down. He was chained upside down, hanging from a ceiling, in an abandoned electronics warehouse.
This may be a problem, he thought to himself, ignoring the rush of blood going right to his head. Instead, he focused on where the voices were coming from, and, with a tilt of his head, looked downward, right underneath him.
There was a small metal table, occupied by the three lawless ladies he had been pursuing before his noggin was knocked. DD was to the left, with a poorly constructed metal body consisting of plasma screen TVs, video game systems, and an old toaster. Her screens flickered every couple of moments, but her 'expression' - the same old gigantic lips that still gave him nightmares - remained ever the same, now grinding teeth in agitation. Isis was to the left, layered in what could be guessed as seven fur coats, yet still shivering intensely, rubbing her arms in another attempt to warm herself up. She too was not caring any look of pleasantries. Right in the middle was Morgana, hair left down, strumming the table with her elongated fingernails, and appeared to be the head of the current conversation. In her other hand was his fedora, waved about like a victory flag.
"I believe we can act like civilized villains." said the sorceress, carefully looking from woman to 'woman'. "There must be some proper way to settle this."
"Excuse me?" Darkwing cleared his throat.
"If you want us to be so civilized, you come up with the idea." Isis sneered, eyes blazing hard on the hat.
"Excuse me?" Darkwing tried again.
"Statistically speaking, " and that was DD, voice warbled, sounding as if she was six people at once. "The one who knew him best should have him. Before he erased it from my data drives, I knew him better than anyone in this entire city."
Not a fan of the 'rule of three' gag, the hero settled for yelling at the top of his lungs. "HEEEEEEEEEEY!" That got their attention, and now all three females looked up at him in surprise, as if forgetting they had put him there. He took a deep breath before speaking again. "Gee, I'm SO sorry to interrupt your bridge game of badness, but... WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!"
The girls looked at each other, then calmly put their attention back to him. Morgana stood up, all smiles. "We're just settling something about you, Dark darling."
"Mind telling me?!" He snapped, wriggling about in the tight chains, knowing nothing would ever suppress the rage he was feeling at such utter humiliation.
"It's simple, really." Isis stood up, hands rubbing together. "We're trying to think of a way to prove who is really your girlfriend, and who is just some floozy that happened to catch him off guard, or who is just some rusty radio that wouldn't know love from a lug-nut." Judging from her grin, she was wholly accepting the glares she was receiving.
The caped crusader was about to speak, when the implications sunk in. "... Lemme get this straight. You're all fighting over me?"
"Correct." DD's screens flashed a circle, indicating he had given the right answer in this summation.
Darkwing stared. Goodbye, rage. Hello, ego the size of Alaska. "... Well then." He chirped, pleasant. "Carry on. Don't mind me."
Morgana twirled the fedora on one finger, addressing her comrades. "I might have an idea that works for us all... any good relationship between a hero and a villain must have plenty of tension. He can't just have some run of the mill mook. The hero of St. Canard deserves the worst evil doer that this city can offer."
DD and Isis exchanged intrigued glances, with the cold one speaking for the both of them. "What exactly are you suggesting?"
The witch placed the hat back on the table. "A crime spree."
Those words snapped Darkwing out of his deluded fantasies of catfights with him as the ultimate victor, resuming his wriggle in captivity. "What!"
She carried on. "The one who commits the biggest and best crime will earn the right to be Darkwing's girlfriend."
Wriggle wriggle wriggle. "Now hold on a minute!"
That earned a laugh from Isis, speaking through chattered teeth. "Is that all? You're on! I was the one who managed to turn this entire place into gold!"
Wriggle wriggle. "Wait a second!"
"And was defeated just as quickly." DD's screens now showed a lascivious grin. "I accept this challenge. With my enhanced hacking abilities, you'll be begging for mercy... which I'll drown out, with surround sound."
Wriggle. "Have I mentioned how flattering it is that I DON'T GET A SAY IN THIS?!"
Morgana tsked, wagging a finger. "Don't count my magic out so easily... but let's have some fun. In forty-eight hours, we'll have our victor." Agreeing on the time, each one strutted out. DD zapped herself into the other broken electronics, until she found a powerline strong enough to carry her away. Morgana snapped her fingers, and vanished in a cloud of black smoke. Isis... used the front door.
It was around that time that his constant movement, along with his slick of sweat, managed to loosen him enough to slide out of the chains, "A-ha!", so he could fall smack onto the metal table, face first. Once he was sure that a cracked rib was surely not enough to kill him, he staggeringly managed to take his hat, and place it atop his hopefully not dented skull. Sometimes, he thought, as consciousness was trying to be held onto, it's painful to be this irresistible.
((OOC: Explanation - Inspired by World Is Mine , no 'verse and just making it up as I went along - School setting, Daisy catches Donald and [disguised] Magica together in a compromising spot...))
Donald knew right then and there that the Angel of Death was not some grim reaper figure, donning a black cloak and scythe. No, death was staring him in the form of his mutual crush, Daisy, standing in the doorway, arms crossed, high heeled foot tapping the tiled floor, looking right at him and the girl in his arms. From the way she gazed upon them, Donald could see his whole life flash before his eyes - it was a very boring film. Shaking, he opened his mouth, mentally praying for mercy. "It's... It's not what it looks like!"
"It isn't?" The strange girl looked up at him, smirking. Daisy was silent.
"She tripped!" He gestured to the slant way the two were standing, nearly leaning over backwards. "And I caught her! I swear!"
"And in a very gentlemanly fashion, I might add." The caught female pat Donald's back in appreciation, but he shook his head hard - the last thing he needed was for this one to touch him more.
Daisy looked at the girl, then at Donald, back and forth, making a decision. Settling upon the boy, she smiled.
Donald inwardly screamed not unlike that of a six year old schoolgirl. He didn't wanna die, not yet! There was so much left in his life he wanted to do! Travel the world! See his nephews grow up! ... It was a small list, but it was an important list, darn it! He was shaking so hard that his lower and upper bill chattered as they hit each other.
Daisy placed her hands on her hips, and slowly began to walk towards them, taking her time, hips swaying as she moved. While Donald prayed for his demise to be quick and painless, she lightly touched the fallen girl by both shoulders... and threw her off and away so hard, that she was now an impression in the foremost wall. Without even waiting for the dust to settle, the attacker then made a faint cry, one arm in the air, and and fell forward, taking the other girl's place in Donald's arms. "Oh, you caught me!"
His mouth was agape at all that happened in such a short amount of time, but nothing came out. What, exactly, was the right response to watching the girl you liked fling another girl like a pro wrestler and then come on to him like nothing occurred? The 'another girl' managed to peel herself off the damage, sitting on the floor, debris in her hair. Daisy reached up to place her fingers on his bill, effectively snapped them shut loudly, and then yanking it down so he would be forced to look at her.
"You're so sweet, always helping others." Her voice was light, airy, dreamy, the ever so fragile female who needed a big strong man just to keep her on her feet. "Even helping the really ugly and really fat girls who could never land a guy even if they tried."
The other girl - pretty and thin - was standing up, still blowing dust out of her face. "Why, dear, don't degrade yourself so much." She sneered.
Daisy released Donald's beak, only to snuggle up to him closer. "Ooooh, she's being so mean." The words were cooed. "I think only the embrace of a handsome and wonderful guy can heal these wounds."
Maybe any other day, when he hadn't seen her trying to curb-stomp a fellow female, he would have more than happily took in the moment, relishing her feel and be overjoyed that his feelings were finally returned. Today, however, he realized that for any time in his past he had ever thought 'I couldn't be more terrified than I am now', this moment in time blew them all away. The hellfire glares and cracked knuckles from the attacked woman weren't helping. He nearly yelped when he felt Daisy's fingernails dig into his back, and despite the smile not leaving her face, hearing her hiss "Hug me now, you jerk."
He was an afraid duck, not a stupid one, and so instantly his arms went around her, holding her tightly. This was met with a content sigh, as she nuzzled his cheek with affection. That was met with his cheeks turning an apple red, hoping it would not become a bruised apple. THAT was met with the other girl striding up, then growling near opponent's head. If looks could kill, Daisy would be dead sixteen times over. "You haven't changed a bit, Daisy."
"Afraid I can't say the same for you." She lifted her head to gaze into Donald's eyes, fluttering her eyelashes. "You've gotten fatter."
Donald dared to ask. "... You two know each other?"
"Unfortunately." Both girls said at the same time, and in that disturbing instant, Donald knew he was not going to have a very healthy school year ahead of him.
As his senses began to snap to attention, there were many things to notice, all at once. Aside from his headache, he found himself immobile, arms and legs tied by, guessing from the feel, tight chains. This room was incredibly warm, and he could feel several beads of sweat dripping through his fathers. As voices began to become clearer and clearer, he managed to close his eyes, and upon so...
... realized he was upside-down. He was chained upside down, hanging from a ceiling, in an abandoned electronics warehouse.
This may be a problem, he thought to himself, ignoring the rush of blood going right to his head. Instead, he focused on where the voices were coming from, and, with a tilt of his head, looked downward, right underneath him.
There was a small metal table, occupied by the three lawless ladies he had been pursuing before his noggin was knocked. DD was to the left, with a poorly constructed metal body consisting of plasma screen TVs, video game systems, and an old toaster. Her screens flickered every couple of moments, but her 'expression' - the same old gigantic lips that still gave him nightmares - remained ever the same, now grinding teeth in agitation. Isis was to the left, layered in what could be guessed as seven fur coats, yet still shivering intensely, rubbing her arms in another attempt to warm herself up. She too was not caring any look of pleasantries. Right in the middle was Morgana, hair left down, strumming the table with her elongated fingernails, and appeared to be the head of the current conversation. In her other hand was his fedora, waved about like a victory flag.
"I believe we can act like civilized villains." said the sorceress, carefully looking from woman to 'woman'. "There must be some proper way to settle this."
"Excuse me?" Darkwing cleared his throat.
"If you want us to be so civilized, you come up with the idea." Isis sneered, eyes blazing hard on the hat.
"Excuse me?" Darkwing tried again.
"Statistically speaking, " and that was DD, voice warbled, sounding as if she was six people at once. "The one who knew him best should have him. Before he erased it from my data drives, I knew him better than anyone in this entire city."
Not a fan of the 'rule of three' gag, the hero settled for yelling at the top of his lungs. "HEEEEEEEEEEY!" That got their attention, and now all three females looked up at him in surprise, as if forgetting they had put him there. He took a deep breath before speaking again. "Gee, I'm SO sorry to interrupt your bridge game of badness, but... WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!"
The girls looked at each other, then calmly put their attention back to him. Morgana stood up, all smiles. "We're just settling something about you, Dark darling."
"Mind telling me?!" He snapped, wriggling about in the tight chains, knowing nothing would ever suppress the rage he was feeling at such utter humiliation.
"It's simple, really." Isis stood up, hands rubbing together. "We're trying to think of a way to prove who is really your girlfriend, and who is just some floozy that happened to catch him off guard, or who is just some rusty radio that wouldn't know love from a lug-nut." Judging from her grin, she was wholly accepting the glares she was receiving.
The caped crusader was about to speak, when the implications sunk in. "... Lemme get this straight. You're all fighting over me?"
"Correct." DD's screens flashed a circle, indicating he had given the right answer in this summation.
Darkwing stared. Goodbye, rage. Hello, ego the size of Alaska. "... Well then." He chirped, pleasant. "Carry on. Don't mind me."
Morgana twirled the fedora on one finger, addressing her comrades. "I might have an idea that works for us all... any good relationship between a hero and a villain must have plenty of tension. He can't just have some run of the mill mook. The hero of St. Canard deserves the worst evil doer that this city can offer."
DD and Isis exchanged intrigued glances, with the cold one speaking for the both of them. "What exactly are you suggesting?"
The witch placed the hat back on the table. "A crime spree."
Those words snapped Darkwing out of his deluded fantasies of catfights with him as the ultimate victor, resuming his wriggle in captivity. "What!"
She carried on. "The one who commits the biggest and best crime will earn the right to be Darkwing's girlfriend."
Wriggle wriggle wriggle. "Now hold on a minute!"
That earned a laugh from Isis, speaking through chattered teeth. "Is that all? You're on! I was the one who managed to turn this entire place into gold!"
Wriggle wriggle. "Wait a second!"
"And was defeated just as quickly." DD's screens now showed a lascivious grin. "I accept this challenge. With my enhanced hacking abilities, you'll be begging for mercy... which I'll drown out, with surround sound."
Wriggle. "Have I mentioned how flattering it is that I DON'T GET A SAY IN THIS?!"
Morgana tsked, wagging a finger. "Don't count my magic out so easily... but let's have some fun. In forty-eight hours, we'll have our victor." Agreeing on the time, each one strutted out. DD zapped herself into the other broken electronics, until she found a powerline strong enough to carry her away. Morgana snapped her fingers, and vanished in a cloud of black smoke. Isis... used the front door.
It was around that time that his constant movement, along with his slick of sweat, managed to loosen him enough to slide out of the chains, "A-ha!", so he could fall smack onto the metal table, face first. Once he was sure that a cracked rib was surely not enough to kill him, he staggeringly managed to take his hat, and place it atop his hopefully not dented skull. Sometimes, he thought, as consciousness was trying to be held onto, it's painful to be this irresistible.
((OOC: Explanation - Inspired by World Is Mine , no 'verse and just making it up as I went along - School setting, Daisy catches Donald and [disguised] Magica together in a compromising spot...))
Donald knew right then and there that the Angel of Death was not some grim reaper figure, donning a black cloak and scythe. No, death was staring him in the form of his mutual crush, Daisy, standing in the doorway, arms crossed, high heeled foot tapping the tiled floor, looking right at him and the girl in his arms. From the way she gazed upon them, Donald could see his whole life flash before his eyes - it was a very boring film. Shaking, he opened his mouth, mentally praying for mercy. "It's... It's not what it looks like!"
"It isn't?" The strange girl looked up at him, smirking. Daisy was silent.
"She tripped!" He gestured to the slant way the two were standing, nearly leaning over backwards. "And I caught her! I swear!"
"And in a very gentlemanly fashion, I might add." The caught female pat Donald's back in appreciation, but he shook his head hard - the last thing he needed was for this one to touch him more.
Daisy looked at the girl, then at Donald, back and forth, making a decision. Settling upon the boy, she smiled.
Donald inwardly screamed not unlike that of a six year old schoolgirl. He didn't wanna die, not yet! There was so much left in his life he wanted to do! Travel the world! See his nephews grow up! ... It was a small list, but it was an important list, darn it! He was shaking so hard that his lower and upper bill chattered as they hit each other.
Daisy placed her hands on her hips, and slowly began to walk towards them, taking her time, hips swaying as she moved. While Donald prayed for his demise to be quick and painless, she lightly touched the fallen girl by both shoulders... and threw her off and away so hard, that she was now an impression in the foremost wall. Without even waiting for the dust to settle, the attacker then made a faint cry, one arm in the air, and and fell forward, taking the other girl's place in Donald's arms. "Oh, you caught me!"
His mouth was agape at all that happened in such a short amount of time, but nothing came out. What, exactly, was the right response to watching the girl you liked fling another girl like a pro wrestler and then come on to him like nothing occurred? The 'another girl' managed to peel herself off the damage, sitting on the floor, debris in her hair. Daisy reached up to place her fingers on his bill, effectively snapped them shut loudly, and then yanking it down so he would be forced to look at her.
"You're so sweet, always helping others." Her voice was light, airy, dreamy, the ever so fragile female who needed a big strong man just to keep her on her feet. "Even helping the really ugly and really fat girls who could never land a guy even if they tried."
The other girl - pretty and thin - was standing up, still blowing dust out of her face. "Why, dear, don't degrade yourself so much." She sneered.
Daisy released Donald's beak, only to snuggle up to him closer. "Ooooh, she's being so mean." The words were cooed. "I think only the embrace of a handsome and wonderful guy can heal these wounds."
Maybe any other day, when he hadn't seen her trying to curb-stomp a fellow female, he would have more than happily took in the moment, relishing her feel and be overjoyed that his feelings were finally returned. Today, however, he realized that for any time in his past he had ever thought 'I couldn't be more terrified than I am now', this moment in time blew them all away. The hellfire glares and cracked knuckles from the attacked woman weren't helping. He nearly yelped when he felt Daisy's fingernails dig into his back, and despite the smile not leaving her face, hearing her hiss "Hug me now, you jerk."
He was an afraid duck, not a stupid one, and so instantly his arms went around her, holding her tightly. This was met with a content sigh, as she nuzzled his cheek with affection. That was met with his cheeks turning an apple red, hoping it would not become a bruised apple. THAT was met with the other girl striding up, then growling near opponent's head. If looks could kill, Daisy would be dead sixteen times over. "You haven't changed a bit, Daisy."
"Afraid I can't say the same for you." She lifted her head to gaze into Donald's eyes, fluttering her eyelashes. "You've gotten fatter."
Donald dared to ask. "... You two know each other?"
"Unfortunately." Both girls said at the same time, and in that disturbing instant, Donald knew he was not going to have a very healthy school year ahead of him.