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“It’s your father’s fault that the curse got placed and the place got cursed in the first place.”
-The Witch, “Into the Woods”
de-spell-on-you:
“What, like you’ve never thrown yourself into the thick of something to feel as though you’re a part of it?”
“Not to the point of giving someone a million dollars no.”
“Souls, not dollars. There’s quite a difference. One crucial difference, is they are very hard to collect.. and harder to keep.”
de-spell-on-you:
It didn’t take much effort to dodge the hastily thrown projectile, aimed with more emotion than focus. “What are you planning on doing with all of those? You don’t even know what half of them are, do you. You’ll end up cursed, if you aren’t already.” Gaze shifting skyward, she wonders whether it’s worth it to try for any of them, whether they’ll be of any help at all. Other clan’s magic was never very suited to mix without a snarl, at least in her own underfocused casting, but anything concealed in it’s own vessel would be useful eventually.
Madeline whined, looking at the other and frowning. Confused as she touched the shinies. Not knowing what Magica was talking about. She only grabbed shinies…..Magica was the first magical person she’d met, to her knowledge.
She sniffled, scared. Curling into her items, grabbing the basket she’d gotten from Selene and holding the basket close.
“Where did you get that.” Her first instinct was obeyed, the impulse given movement, walking briskly forward, eyes on the basket, unwavering. There was an imprint here, she recognized. A feeling familiar, imbued without intent. Still, holding back from taking it, her gaze traveled across, seeking the thin strands of silver, glimmering, that would be subtly woven within. Another without intent, she theorized, sometimes power seemed to just fall off of her, like stardust. If her intuition was correct, and it usually was.
de-spell-on-you:
The abrupt departure had her changing tactics, a flat expression, curiosity stealing unwillingly into it. What if this was part of some plan, a distraction, readying something from far away? It had to be stopped at the source, she couldn’t spend her life afraid that someone would try to take this from her as well. It was much, much too important to to bond between her and her family, her brother. A mark of a De Spell, green was the color of their magic’s acceptance for you, their clan itself was marked by these gems, given after earning them. They could not be given away, nor stolen. Certainly not by some outsider. She followed swiftly, unwilling to let this potential threat go before eliminating it, no matter the cost, not now that the goal had been made clear. There would be no severing of this. With suspicion, she stopped by the outside of the cave, lingering to pass her gaze over every gem inside, scrutinizing for a telltale sign of other clans in their own markers. One hand back to cover her own, a defensive stance in play again, taking note of every possible clan, curse, luck, ward, and stored spell these baubles could contain, given their appearances. “My, you have been busy.”
Madeline looked over, sniffling and backing up, pushing her pile further into the cave. She didn’t like this person. She just wanted the shiny thing. She whimpered in fear, continuing to shove them until they hit the cave wall. Sitting in front of the pile and staring over at Magica. Shielding her collection from the other. Rings, bracelets and gems pushed behind her.
“Go away! My home! My shinies!”
She yelled, feeling the floor of the cave and picking up a rock, throwing it at the sorceress and then hugging her pile of shinies. Crying into it. More attachment than one would expect.
It didn’t take much effort to dodge the hastily thrown projectile, aimed with more emotion than focus. “What are you planning on doing with all of those? You don’t even know what half of them are, do you. You’ll end up cursed, if you aren’t already.” Gaze shifting skyward, she wonders whether it’s worth it to try for any of them, whether they’ll be of any help at all. Other clan’s magic was never very suited to mix without a snarl, at least in her own underfocused casting, but anything concealed in it’s own vessel would be useful eventually.
2/5 of the honesty asks filled ; )
"wait! I'm only better because of my TASTE OF WINE?"
"well.. Not as obvious as you think." he sighs.
"and its... Just.. Liking the person. Whether or whether or not they can DO things for you or GIVE you things. Just spending time with each other. Or even just thinking about your friend should brighten your day a little"
“What have you ever done for me, then? I could get wine anywhere, if I wanted to.” She throws up a hand in dismissal, almost having caught onto this, when the rest of it sinks in. “When do you ever think about me?”
"lots of times." he says with a blink.
"I'll see things in store windows and thing oh she might like that. Or I'll smile cause it reminds me of you. Or when I go shopping for food I think about what kind of wine to pick up cause I want to make sure to get something you like..."
“I-” Her instinct is to say something to wave whatever manipulation this is away, but it isn’t appearing to be the normal method. She stares, unable to come up with anything, mind blank. “Why.” The word is alone after a long silence.
"wait! I'm only better because of my TASTE OF WINE?"
"well.. Not as obvious as you think." he sighs.
"and its... Just.. Liking the person. Whether or whether or not they can DO things for you or GIVE you things. Just spending time with each other. Or even just thinking about your friend should brighten your day a little"
“What have you ever done for me, then? I could get wine anywhere, if I wanted to.” She throws up a hand in dismissal, almost having caught onto this, when the rest of it sinks in. “When do you ever think about me?”
"wait! I'm only better because of my TASTE OF WINE?"
"..." he scowled. "I don't know. But if it's just the wine I take back what I said about you being a good friend."
“Oh, do stop being so dense.” Her own expression and the doll’s moved into an annoyed frown in unison. “I thought you knew how to have fun.”
He crosses his arms. "I do. I just like knowing if my friends are just using me."
Another dual expression, this time a blank sort of confusion. “What do you mean. That’s what friends are. All of you just use each other.”
"Do you only like me because I give you wine?" he asks suddenly looking worried.
"friendship isn't just.. Using each other."
“No. That was supposed to be incredibly obvious.” The doll disappears, and her own shadow sits on the shadow of his chair, looking perplexed and annoyed. “What is that supposed to mean. What is it then?”
"wait! I'm only better because of my TASTE OF WINE?"
"..." he scowled. "I don't know. But if it's just the wine I take back what I said about you being a good friend."
“Oh, do stop being so dense.” Her own expression and the doll’s moved into an annoyed frown in unison. “I thought you knew how to have fun.”
He crosses his arms. "I do. I just like knowing if my friends are just using me."
Another dual expression, this time a blank sort of confusion. “What do you mean. That’s what friends are. All of you just use each other.”
someone: says anything magica and every mcduck kid from every timeline: hello I am here to annoy you
"wait! I'm only better because of my TASTE OF WINE?"
"..." he scowled. "I don't know. But if it's just the wine I take back what I said about you being a good friend."
“Oh, do stop being so dense.” Her own expression and the doll’s moved into an annoyed frown in unison. “I thought you knew how to have fun.”
"wait! I'm only better because of my TASTE OF WINE?"
“What, would you rather I tell him something more personal?”
"well... No. But it sounds like you only like me for my wine."
“Alright, I’ll shout it from the rooftops then, ‘Darkwing is better because he’s Drake Mallard, the idiot who is trying to date my brother and in another slipstream, marry Della Duck. Come with me and I shall show you exactly where he lives’. Is that better?”
"SHH. NO." He waves his hands. "I just... You couldn't have said like... He's better because of his job? Or... His costume... Or... Anything like that?"
A quiet wicked cackle, crossing her arms in mock annoyance. “Why say that? Everyone else already said that the last time it was under discussion. Those things are obvious, and paltry. If I’m going to grace the conversation with my presence, I’m going to add something new to the little minds involved.”
"... Yeah but it sounds like you only like me because I make it so you can drink... Like... Come on surely you like me for more than that."
“Fine. Fine,” Shadow claws turned into a shadow puppet of herself, a doll in silhouette. “I’m waiting. Tell me what I should say. Go on, what do you think I like about you?” A prompting open and shut of the shadow doll’s mouth in readying.
de-spell-on-you:
“Then why have I never heard of Gizmoduck?” She cuts directly to the point, a talent for parsing through rambling, though keeping the information that she hadn’t heard of Darkwing before she ran into him, and the other him, and the other-not-him, either.
“Whatever the McDucks like is the most popular option. It always has been.” Taking equally silent note of his wish for the tension to be resolved, she finds entertainment in this whole fiasco. “What is Gizmoduck to you, then?”
{ ☆ } ❝ Well, that’s honestly quite a surprise… ❞ Fenton says with a slight raise of his brow, ❝ Considering how prominent his influence on Duckburg has been. As for the McDuck family’s opinion, they aren’t always the general consensus. Frankly, they aren’t exactly the common denominator when it comes to MANY things… ❞
However, at the question of what Gizmoduck is to HIM, Fenton takes pause.
❝ Gizmoduck is… someone who is trying to make a difference. To help people and make their lives better. Make the world better. He… doesn’t always succeed as best as he could, but he’s TRYING his best. Someday it might- … it won’t be enough. But until then, all he can do is continue to keep those who are depending on him safe. Because, whether or not he completely agrees with them, they consider him to be a hero. ❞
Shaking his head, an awkward laugh bubbles out as he runs a hand through his headfeathers, ❝ S-Sorry… That was probably more introspective than you were looking for. ❞ { ☆ }
“He owns everything. That’s what counts in this age.” This point is unwilling to be sacrificed, but she can see he doesn’t grasp the nuances of things like fate.. and capitalism. Besides, she’s already far more interested in this discussion than any other mention of Scrooge, practically anything is better than Scrooge, even some mask she’s never heard of. An abrupt and long suffering sigh, the tone has gone much too sappy, back to a place of insipid lack of introspection disguised as self knowledge.
“That’s exactly what Darkwing said. Almost on point. Except for the part about anyone agreeing with him, he knows they don’t. Why do you want to make a difference, what makes you think that you can, even if it will never end, never be enough?” This was the same question she had followed up with Darkwing, too, and a presented vision of nonchalance accompanies it, though the aim is still to understand why anyone could think this way.
"wait! I'm only better because of my TASTE OF WINE?"
“What, would you rather I tell him something more personal?”
"well... No. But it sounds like you only like me for my wine."
“Alright, I’ll shout it from the rooftops then, ‘Darkwing is better because he’s Drake Mallard, the idiot who is trying to date my brother and in another slipstream, marry Della Duck. Come with me and I shall show you exactly where he lives’. Is that better?”
"SHH. NO." He waves his hands. "I just... You couldn't have said like... He's better because of his job? Or... His costume... Or... Anything like that?"
A quiet wicked cackle, crossing her arms in mock annoyance. “Why say that? Everyone else already said that the last time it was under discussion. Those things are obvious, and paltry. If I’m going to grace the conversation with my presence, I’m going to add something new to the little minds involved.”
de-spell-on-you:
“Of course I haven’t! Why would you even suggest that?”
A flare of anger is cut off before it can truly rise as she takes in the rest of his words. “Has he now? Oh, do tell me about that. How about we make a deal. You tell me about his affairs with Morgana, what you know of her, and I tell you what you want to know.”
🔋 “You were the one talking about money and wine! Sounded like a PERSONAL experience to me!”
As much as he wanted an alliance with anyone he could get, Megavolt was also keen on keeping his own skin. She seemed to have calmed down at least. “Well, I wanna know where I can find Darkwing’s hideout. Maybe a sleep schedule would help. Anyway, yeah. Morgana is his magical girlfriend like you. Well, I don’t know how much like you but, she has Darkwing Dork wrapped around her little finger!”
“Personal doesn’t mean we’re dating.” A huff of annoyance at the misinterpretation of this very obvious fact. “Hideout, and sleep schedule.” She repeated, considering. “Not-like-me. She is his magical girlfriend, not-like-me.” Aside from the correctional interruptions, she had to let some things slide, in the effort to fill her curiosity.
“How did they meet? What is their current relationship? Do you know if this is true for all of them, or just a particular pair?”
"wait! I'm only better because of my TASTE OF WINE?"
“What, would you rather I tell him something more personal?”
"well... No. But it sounds like you only like me for my wine."
“Alright, I’ll shout it from the rooftops then, ‘Darkwing is better because he’s Drake Mallard, the idiot who is trying to date my brother and in another slipstream, marry Della Duck. Come with me and I shall show you exactly where he lives’. Is that better?”