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Update.
This is going to be really hard to outright state, because this is blog that’s honestly helped me out through alot. Donald has helped me out through alot, and he will possibly always hold such a warm spot in my heart, as he’s like really one of my comfort characters.
However, I must state as of 2/18/2021, this blog is officially archived. I’ll give some explanation as well as where to find me under the tags, you can feel free to skip otherwise.
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I....sincerely thought about making this blog into a multimuse of Zeus and Storks just bc...
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Intertwined by fate?
Launchpad listened intently to the story. He always did like hearing about tales of the McDuck family, even before he had started dating Donald. They were an intriguing group of adventures often idealized in popular culture. Plus, Webby may or may not have gotten him deeply invested in his little family’s life stories.
Still, as the other reminisced fondly about them, Launchpad couldn’t help but feel a unsettling and unfamiliar emotion welling up in his chest. His smile turned into a slightly sadder one as he heard the daring recollections of Donald Duck. Nothing really could stop him, he thought, but then that last statement the stork makes resonates with him.
Donald would return to the call to adventure, most definitely with Storkules. Launchpad wasn’t a god, he was barely a pilot, and now he was-
“O-Oh yeah I’m his friend!” He answered quickly before he gets wound up in his own head. “We’re best buds too! I work for Mr McDee but ya remember that! Did you say it? Did I say it? Weird!”
No no, he needed to relax.
“We went on cool adventures too! Like that time we fought Magica, or that time we were on a haunted pirate ship, or-” Was this what Huey felt like all the time?! Why was he so anxious!? He had to change the topic!
“That’s neat though! Wow, you guys knew each other fifteen whole years, huh? Did ya just move to Duckburg?”
[ “Oh! Your phrasing makes more sense than what Donald had mentioned! You see, Noblest Donald hath called you his BOYfriend—and when I asked him of its meaning; he told me it was someone you REALLY like and care for.” ]
[ “Your relationship must be the BESTEST of friends to hold such a powerful name! I understand its meaning now, since you guys are both boys and are of friends! Congratulations! Make sure to cherish that friendship with one of the bravest ducks in duckburg!” ] He happily proclaimed, still missing the point of Donald’s vague definition.
[ “And yes! I have travled twas from Ithiquack and hither to Duckburg! This place is really teaching me about the customs of mortals and how to....be like a mortal!” ]
[ “Did you know that mortals consume these things known as candy? For no beneficial reason to their bodies but simply for pleasure?” ] He speaks as it was some secret fact stowed away until now.
[ “Oh I’m sure you would! But, you guys manage to surprise me everyday!” ] He’s a bit chipper to express such, a grin present as he remained niave to the others state.
“Three gallons of…”
Oh man, his kale shakes and acai bowls paled in comparison to this storks’ diet and routine! He felt so very small next to him, like a meatball next to a meatloaf! …Wait, was that a real expression or something Launchpad had talked to him about eating? Regardless, he decided he’d better actually talk so as to not look like a weirdo.
“NICE!” He practically yelled before stifling his own fretfulness and continuing more confidently with a clearing of his throat.
“Er- Pretty neat, but I got a little routine of my own. No big whoop! It’s… Uh…”
Come on, Drake, your improv classes!
“50 raw eggs in the morning! Th-Then 100 strips of bacon! Then I bench press… Like… 1000 pounds! And how many jumping jacks I do in one sitting? Forget about it! Cause I do whenever I do ‘em! You know how it is being a big, hunky work-out bro, am I right? ….RISE AND GRIND!”
A chuckle is given as the other began to loudly explain his routine—a sense of fake grandoise was seen even by the Stork and he’s actually a bit touched the other felt the need to do such—for him anyways!
[ “That’s not a real healthy routine for a mortal.” ] Storkules states, feeling a bit bad to call the other out but it was what he felt as true.
[ “Do you know of the possibilities a mortal could catch salmonella by consuming raw eggs? Or how much fat content comes in with bacon? And over exerting your energy does no good as well, it is okay to take things easy.” ] The words sound stern, but they’re not matching to his face as he smiles at the other—outright amused with the mallard—he kind of held a fiery spirit within him.
[ “I only do such exercise because I have duties as a hero to the people, and I’m part god, so a lot of things that affects others won’t hurt me.” ] He finished before he realizes advice is never good without suggestions!
[ “Have you personally tried an Acai Bowl? Or Peanutbutter Oatmeal with blueberries? I’ve seen these at this one restaurant and they’ve been a pleasure to get ever since!” ]
[ “They’re both good tasting and for you! It’s a real nice mixup to add with my protein shakes.” ]
unforeseen-disasters:
“That won’t be necessary-”
Confound it all- Why couldn’t citizens in this town respond ‘yes’ or ‘no’ to simple questions? Maybe it was his own fault for asking a toga-wearing, herculean stork. In Falcon’s defense, however, he assumed the other was apart of the museum’s… Eccentric employees.
A small sigh escaped him as he watched the blonde find directions.
“Ah… Yes. Quite.” He agreed with a small roll of his eyes. Being accompanied by such a… Boisterous individual would definitely serve as a bump in the road. However, he knew he had dealt with worse. This could all work out somehow. It was best just to stay as unsuspicious as possible.
“I’m Falcon Graves. Local… Enthusiast of your Fine Arts community.” He offered, extending a hand to the large avian. “I apologize for not realizing you were not from here either, if I am to assume that’s why you didn’t know where the building was either. Are you…. Intending on visiting the museum as well?”
[ “Oh, I am not from here,” ] Storkules confirmed as he took the falcon’s hand—giving it a firm squeeze as he shook it.
[ “In fact, I’m from-” ] He paused just for a second. This was a stranger. He could definitely say any mortal spot and they’d believe him! He could be like an undercover god playing along with mortals! This day was truly shaping up to be the most fun!
[ “I’m from the esteemed city of Wingington! A real mortal man!” ] It was an actual state on the map and it wasn’t too far from Calisota so he hoped it’d definitely be believable!
[ “Why yes, I most surely am! This is why I am walking with you to thouth finest establishment—where treasures through history are perserved for all time! Don’t you just feel a burn of passion within your heart to see such timeless artifacts presented for all of the eyes to see!” ]
Arriving at the bus stop—Storkules know he could simply power jump to the museum in more than half the time a bus could arriving and taking them to said stop, but he truly wished to present as a normal person. Like this falcon man!
[ “Our stop should be...hm...” ] He squints at the pamphlet for an unbearably long time before he shows it to the other.
[ “Greatest Falcon of Graves, can you tell how much time it would be until the next...BUS comes hither out way?” ]
soul-heart-and-beyond:
He did have to give the other that point, there was a limit to how far the extension arms could go before they were out of more coil or reach, and even worse, someone could try to cut them off if they were really good with sharp things. The material would have to be pretty durable to slice through it so there was that.
And he had to agree with Storkules on the notion that he should sell the idea that Gizmoduck was something criminals and felon should fear, well, not fear, but be cautious of. He did want to make sure justice was done and people were not hurt, but if there was a chance the people he put in jail could eventually be let out and set on the path to a better life, then he would take that over having his image being terrifying or scary to crooks.
“\I agree with you on some points, sir, but I hardly believe that Gizmoduck should try to make himself appear as a monster or terrify the enemies that he faces. He’s not here to do that, just to help and ensure that all is right and good. Making the bad guys…. wet themselves isn’t exactly his way./”, Fenton vocalized as he brought up one index finger to give out his opinion. The other would probably disagree with his sentiments on that, but hopefully whenever Gizmoduck was there to tell him in person, it would have more leverage than just plain old Fenton Crackshell-Cabrera.
Though again the demi god did have some great points to bring up with the topic concerning watching over sections of the town. It was kind of difficult to argue against that, so he would just go along with what the stork had said. Besides, apparently he seemed to put a lot of faith into the both of them and that was nice.
“\Y-yes, I got all of that. I’ll make sure to tell him so you won’t have to, that is if you don’t mind of course./”, he offered with a bit of an awkward hand gesture, putting out his left hand first for a handshake since that was his dominant hand. “\What is your name so that way he knows who wanted to talk to him?/”
[ “I’m sorry to say this, but I think you misunderstand me.” ] Storkules began with a rare air of sterness.
[ “It’s not about making villians wet themselves. Gizmoduck making himself a formidable threat for those doing or even considering villiany won’t do so, but it will certainly help with less crimes. I don’t wish for him to turn into a monster or a demon I just...” ] A mild frown of contemplation came as he thought about his next words.
[ “Maybe less hiccups on the field? I know no hero is infalliable, but people need a reason not to do evil or villiany. When Gizmoduck gets stuck in an alleyway or a villian outsmarts him—each time it happens it just gives that villian and every villian behind them or CONSIDERING being a villian the confidence to do horrible things.” ]
He knows it may sound hard on Gizmoduck so he takes a seat as if to gather more of his thoughts.
[ “I’m sorry if hath sounds critical—it’s just...this is an exact problem I had when I first became a savior for heliopolis and soon a habringer of good for all.” ] Fenton was in for a story from the god now as he lamented over his beginnings.
[ “When I was a young god I was strong, but I kept making mistakes that had me fall flat on my face or tricked by cunning foes; which made nefarious foes in the underworld begin to believe they could simply take over with the right amount of wit, and it gave too many foes the idea they could usurp me as well.” ]
[ “But when my lifeless body came back from the Underworld, when I overcame death and arisen stronger than when I had passed—I realized not much foe or evil spirit would dare cross path with me outside of mythical beasts, but they’re truly not evil moreso just animals.” ]
He realized the tangent he was going on and began to get up. It may be best to let the scientist continue his work—He couldn’t simply dawdle a busy worker!
[ “I just don’t want people to begin to underestimate Gizmoduck’s strength or his pursuit of peace—simply because enemies can get the okey doke on him. He’s my friend, and I just want the best for him.” ] He goes to the door ready to leave him back to his devices, but there’s one more thing he should say.
[ “I know this may not be much your interest as a scientist, but it just felt nice to talk about it with you.” ] Storkules smiled. I truly wish for Gizmoduck to not feel insecure in his abilities, so I would like if you don’t tell him of this part of what I professed to you.”
@unforeseen-disasters confronted the hero of helioplis!
I'm here to do a simpsons hit and run)) "WOAH! YOU'RE HUGE!" Drake exclaimed, aghast at the size of the other. The gym bag that hung loosely from his form was starting to feel heavier by the second. "I mean- Uh- Impressive physique." (Drake @ Storkules pbbt)
[ “Noble Donald?! You’ve decided to join a gym too?!” ] Storkules boisterously proclaimed with joy!
Donald never seemed to be the type to commit to a gym! His strength came within, so to see....
He flattens when he realizes this isn’t Donald, and he got a good look of the other; However, he blinks as the other commented on him being huge. He looks at Drake’s own physique, it wasn’t gigantic but the other had some tone!
[ “Why yes I am! I drink three gallons of protein shakes, bench press 500 plus pounds, and fight many mythical monsters in my pastime!
However, you seem just as fit! You must profess to me about your routine!” ]
@unforeseen-disasters called for guidance from the hero of helioplis!
"Pardon me, you wouldn't happen to know where the Duckburg museum is, would you? ((O-one more.... Falcon @ Storkules
Storkules was beyond lost. He just wanted to go to the Duckburg museum and ponder upon the artistic feats they had there! The fossils that tell a million and one stories!
However, when this falcon comes up to him--he feels a sense of relief as he mentions being lost as well!
[ “Oh! I have not the slightest idea! I’m just as lost as you are! No worries though! We sha’ll pave our way through Duckburg and find direction to the museum!” ] Storkules proudly announced, gesturing a hand for the other to follow.
Luckily, a civilian was seen walking by and Storkules wasted no time to happily stop him; towering over the poor guy.
[ “Intrepid Citizen, we are currently trying to make our way to the Duckburg Museum! Do you have any knowledge of which direction we should go?” ] He asked.
The citizen simply blinked with wide eyes, eyes flitting from Storks to Falcon before a hard gulp was given.
[ “Um...you’re in the south side of Duckburg. A-Anything like museums or aquariams would be found in Downton Duckburg; which is up north 10 miles.” ]
[ “Thank you mister! Your valiant efforts sha’ll not be for naught!” ] With that a pat was given to their shoulder--he thankfully learned not to let emotions rule over his strength.
[ “Come hither fellow...what’s your name? We must head north for the museum!” ]
soul-heart-and-beyond:
With how the other came in declaring that he needed to see Gizmoduck immediately, it gave off a feeling to Fenton that there was danger or trouble that Storkules couldn’t handle alone. It made the duck a little embarrassed at his hasty reaction to the other’s arrival there. Now his shoulders slumped and he took a hand to comb through his headfeathers while making a sheepish grin at the taller individual. He was gonna have to work on his impulsiveness.
“\Not anytime soon for the moment. He will be stuck doing that task he had to do for a while, but in the meantime, you can just tell me!/”, Fenton chirped with a little more agency in his voice as thankfully there wasn’t anything unfortunate happening. He did have a lot of faith in the items he retrieved to go out and help, well, all except for the emblem. It was still in an experimental phase, but he was going to try it out for a bit of a test run. Only as a last resort though.
Nodding his head in confirmation that he was getting all of this down, the young drake wondered about something else than the fact that he would be sharing territory for patrolling, which was not a bad idea in it’s own right, but it did have some flaws to him. Though what Fenton was more focused on was that the Greek demi god was apparently coming to Duckburg… to stay. There was nothing wrong with that, as it could give him more leeway to do other things, but it would also feel weird since he had been working alone for the most part outside of the few times he and the magical hero combined forces.
And the other part to this was how he was gonna keep his identity a secret from the stork. Although he had an answer to give to the other, so he wouldn’t dilly dally on it any longer. “\Yes, that can pose a problem at times for when a situation calls for him to chase down criminals or anything really….. However, what if he should use his shoulder rockets to propel him faster in the air without the worry of ground friction to make him so slow, and the air can make him more maneuverable?/”
“\I am certainly not trying to invalidate your point, sir, just… presenting some possible ideas that I could pass onto him for better efficiency with his mobility./”, Fenton added with a worried tone latching onto his voice as he shook both of his hands in front of him and the other as he didn’t want the large avian to feel stupid or wrong for having made such a critique. It was helpful, and he would try to use the wheel less unless his shoulder rockets or helmet copter were kaput.
“\And, wouldn’t it be easier for the both of you to patrol all regions of the town? That way, if you cannot find someone or something, then he can come over to assist you, or should he be finding or solving something by himself, he can request for you to come to his aid?/”
[ “That seems like a wonderful idea! I’ve also seen him use his stretch arms before to catch a criminal, but they only go so far before they are tangled into one another!” ] Storkules explained boisterously, completely missing the others slight anxious state around him.
He was a hero to all and enemy to few! And those guys were all bad! So In Storkules view, this scientist should be more than assured to have a hero with his caliber of strength around!
[ “I just hope he doesn’t forget about them in the heat of a villianous chase; and gets himself stuck in another alleyway. Gizmoduck while he should be a friendly face, he also needs to keep an imposing image for anyone even considering villiany!” ] He doesn’t seem upset as a proud smile comes from the proclamation.
[ “And nonsense! I believe we both can tackle thou’s circumjacent on our own. We are both mighty and capable heroes! We were built for these kind of things, and if things get too bad we can always request backup from one another!” ]
[ “Besides, if both of us are watching one part of the city; what’s to say something doesn’t happen on the other side; and we completely miss it and said criminals as they get a grasp of our searching routes and know how to avoid us, only striking within the shadows!” ] He’s too happy to discuss these plans, as while alot in Duckburg confused him--mortals included, he knew alot about this one thing!
[ “Oh, I’m terribly sorry! I have been going a-swash this whole time with my chatter!” ] Storkules began, his voice tuning down in itensity as he looked down at the other with much attention.
[ “Did you record this down? I’m willing to repeat any parts that are missed.” ]
airborne-disaster:
“Heheh, oh yeah! Boy, Mr. McDee yellin’ at ya really helps ya work double time…” He mused, recalling the screams of anger when he had found the bolt that had ceased the plane’s smooth flight. It took him an hour to get everything back together, but what a grueling hour it was.
“But I remember ya comin’ to work for L-dog! nice to finally meet ya though! I’m Launchpad McQuack! I’m a bit of a pilot around these parts!” He chirped, taking the offered hand in his own and giving a strong shake.
Storkules was perhaps the only one who didn’t look visibly shaken by his aggressive gesture, which served as a pleasant surprise. Well, up until the other’s last statement.
“Wait, you’re real cool with Donny? Shoot, where do ya guys know each other?”
[ “Oh we’re more than cool! We’re best buddies entwined by fate!” ] Storkules proclaimed—disregarding the minor shift in tone the other held.
[ “It is an eventful tale indeed! You see, it was 15 years ago! We hath not had a traveler, especially mortals come across our island until a certain family of mortal adventurers came!” ]
[ “Donald’s uncle great in riches, had beaten father at all of the trials and games that he’d set. They were made only for a god, but he had cleared them with ease!” ]
[ “Father took most offense to this and sicc’ed a minotaur to vanquish the McDuck family. I was about to jump in to protect the mortals; however, before I could even move—Bravest Donald had already placed himself right in front of his family, and in line with this beast! A beast that’s even a threat to some demi gods and deities!” ]
moongoddess-selene:
Did this surprise Selene? Yes, it was very rare their father to give them even a day off but two days and outside of Ithaquack? Even Selene who were more on their Father’s good side never got a permission for this. One reason she may or may not have been sneaking out at times. But ssshh, that’s a secret.
Selene smiled a shook her head a little at his brothers enthusiasm for finally getting out of this island and meet up Donald. Sure Selene was also hyped for this, but she restrained herself for showing it out too much. “Of course! We’ve really earned these few days off” she replied as she climbed in the chariot, taking a seat.
“I would be more than happy to spend time with Della. Last time I saw her was at our door when they wanted- … either us to help them or hide in the pantheon” it was still very unclear for her. Since Della usually would be the one who’d fight back but-… Selene was sure she was pleading them to hide Dels and her kids. Weird. “Hope she’s not too upset thought” Selene added as she fell silent for a moment.
“- … I was thinking of getting a new haircut! Maybe dye my hair with some very bright color! And then go for a shopping spree for new clothes and such. That’s what mortal girls do, right?” Not that she thought Storks would know about this any more than she does. “How about you? What have you planned for the weekend? Besides hanging with Donald?”
[ “The state of the earth was threatened—I believe she was just seeking refugee for herself and her colorful children.” ] Storkules stated casually as he got in the chariot himself.
It beginning to fly up in the air he listened with much interest as she mentioned getting a hair cut and possible dyeing her hair. He blinked with a dumbfounded smile—unsure of what she was exactly saying, but it sounded fun.
[ “Well, I planned to meet as many mortals as I can and make more friends with Donald! However, this dyeing of the hair caught my interest! I want to do the same! Maybe I could even convince Donald to do the same!” ]
soul-heart-and-beyond:
Versus!:
Hearing that sunny and benevolent voice that he had gotten to listen to a couple of times before here in the Money Bin was the last place that Fenton thought he would find the owner of it. To be honest, it was quite something that the stork could find a way to fit inside of the building despite his large muscular stature.
The beige duckling turned around with his eyes already at an angle to where he could see the other before fulling completing his turnaround. Yep, this was the demi god that he had worked with to do some heroics. It was a good thing he had the suit with him, but the bad news was that it was currently being worked on for repairs and upgrades. Besides, he couldn’t transform right in from of the demi deity. He would risk his secret and with all the people that already knew it, he swore to himself that he would try as hard as he could to keep his alter ego a secret. It needed to stay unknown for him to do his work on both sides.
“\Yes? Well um, Gizmoduck is here in the Money Bin, but attending to some work of his own that makes him unavailable for any assistance at the current moment./”, he answered with a lie in the hopes that the other would buy it, even though it was still a bit vague and not definitive.
“\However, I might be able to assist you, if you wouldn’t mind someone like me. And don’t worry, I have some things prepared for certain situations. Let me just go retrieve those right now and then I shall be back!/”, the young duck elaborated as he jogged off to go find a drawer that had some of his gadgets, gizmos, and other things. While using his left hand to rummage through the drawer, he was able to grab a tennis racket, his fentonium ball, a phaser gun, and an oddly designed emblem that made an “R”. After that, he closed the drawer and made his way back to the towering figure.
“\I have everything I believe I need. Are you ready to depart?/”
[ “Oh. I see. Well, I can always wait for him to return. He should be back at some point right?” ] Storkules asked with a trace of disappointment.
However, he perks up rather quickly when the mention of taking the message comes in. Oh thank the heavens and Aphrodite! He wouldn’t have to leave in disappointment, but relay the message onto someone that knows him.
He blinked in confusion when he began to gather his things—even devices that could be seen much as weapons.
[ “What are you doing noblest scientist? This is no journey unfortunaetly! I just wish to discuss the plans about who’s watching over what!” ]
[ “As you see, if you know Gizmoduck—while he is a suitable hero his ground speed could be rather slow and some criminals manage to take advantage of such, and his size can make it more difficult to manuever in tight spaced chase downs! It’s not his fault and he’s impervious to alot of attacks, but I feel he sacrafices some things in his conquest for bulkiness!” ] This was just an honest criticism after watching the suited duck go through some chases.
[ “I think it’d be better for me to cover downtown Duckburg, the north and south side—while Gizmoduck takes the east and west wing! I’ve seen the structures there are more spaced apart, so there’s no chance of a foe getting away!” ]
[ “Did you get all of that down?” ] Storkules asked with a naive grin—unaware this was exactly Gizmoduck.
adventurer-in-blue:
It have been another cleaning day at the mansion. Beakley was sick so everyone had to help her out. Dewey and Louie on the other hand were trying to avoid this with all cost. Without knowing where Lou had hidden himself, Dewey went in their room quickly changing into his god outfit and warping himself the heck outta there before anyone could catch him.
Now he was safe! Dewey made a victory fist pump as he was about to head in his own room that Storks made for him as a birthday present, he heard someone talking. Of course his curiosity won this time and the kid went to listen what was going on. Sure he did recognize Storks’ voice and Zeus, eugh. He didn’t like that guy at all.
“Oh c’mon! I’ve done my duties as they’ve come!” he said to Zeus. He still did not like that guy. Of course in a way this was a game for Dewey, since it was fun to have a god status and be special mortal among immortal gods! But still he did all his duties without complaining.
“B-..buh? My what now?” Dew tilted his head a little in a confusion. “Waaaaait, you saying I can be more than just a messenger? Beware Zeus, I’m aiming at your spot as a boss god!” was he joking? Nope he would do that.
“Sooo- . . “ he paused for a second. “What dew I dew to reach to my new goal of-.. godhood!?”
[ “Bah, I hope you trip over your own sword you-” ]
[ “Father!” ] Storkules interjected with a frown, and for once he cut off his words with a grunt before he was gone to his throne room.
[ “Oh no. You’ll still be a messenger.” ] Storkules said rather bluntly, but his face holds a naivette to the bluntness his own words.
[ “However, I feel as it isn’t safe for a mortal god like yourself to do messaging duties without any means of protecting yourself from an angry deity; therefore, I would like to take you to the etheral weapon room to get you a new weapon!” ] Grabbing Dewey’s hand, he began at a fast pace into the pantheon.
[ “Hold on tight.” ] He directed, picking the blue triplet without warning and stomping the ground—a lound thunderous boom being made before they were lowered down below the pantheon.
Putting the blue triplet down—he ran over to the hand switch with a sense of giddiness—this was his favorite part of being in here!
The switch soon lit up to a yellow glow before a robotic female voice sounded out above them.
[ “Welcome back Storkules. Engage weaponry?” ]
[ “Yes!” ] Storkules said with a wide grin.
The room soon went silent; before a bright flash of light filled the room—spears, swords, shields, weapons beyond the eye could see shot up from the ground and surronded them—each with a clang.
[ “Would you like a certain weapon type?” ]
[ “Nope, thank you for your service!” ]
[ “Have a plesant day in battle.” ] The robotic voice finished.
[ “Okay Deuteronomy. Before you choose any of these weapons, we need a hypothetical.” ] Storkules began.
[ Let’s say I am hath not your friend, but a threat! I plan to put an end to your mortal life and you need to vanquish me or at the least defeat me so I can’t bring serious harm to you. Which weapon do you think you’d be best suited for—in a broad sense?”
“Sword, Spear, Shield, another option? Hand to hand combat with a god as a mortal is not a viable option in this point—as it would spell certain doom for you.” ]
airborne-disaster:
“You have perhapsed correctly, my dude! Mazel tav!” Launchpad cheered in as equally a optimistic and boisterous manner as the stork, arms raised in greeting and very nearly dropping his ‘Big Thirst’ on the ground.
“I fare pretty fair! For I have traveled thusly through the treacherous war grounds of Duckburg! Excavatin’ most righteously of mine most pestilent enemy! The stop light! All for the elixir that heroes only dare to dream of! The Big Thirst!”
Launchpad then showed off the drink in question, the transparent cup revealing the horrifyingly bright blue color.
“Hey wait a minute- Have I perhaps run into the big guy I saw in the mountains that one time awhile back? Boy oh boy, I remember you! You gotta killer flex, my man.”
[ “Mazel...Tav?” ] Storkules pronounced with an air of confusion—becoming a bit more perplexed as he attempted to speak in the same tongue as him.
[ “Halt? There is a warground in Duckburg?! To me everything seems rather peaceful!” ] Storkules naively stated as he idly looked around them.
A convience store was right behind the pilot—it’s design was a bit dated but it looked far from shabby or poorly maintained like some similar ones would be. He looked back at the store before he looked at the drink in Launchpad’s hand.
[ “What is this Big Thirst you speak of? Is it like a potion that heals you from any poisoning? Grants you eternal life? The ability to phase through walls? Does it taste good?!” ] Excitement gradually began to build up in him, about this mortal concept of a Big Thirst! However, Launchpad was saved from a complete slew of questions as he mentioned meeting him once.
[ “Haha! I’m proud to tell you that I do not remember meeting you in any mountain—in fact this is our first official meeting!” ]
[ “I saw you for a just moment in Ithiquack, but you had left quickly just before I could extend a proper welcome to you!” ] It had not upset him as he knew he would probably run into him some other day!
[ “Now that I’m face to face with the grand adventurer of the skies; I’d like to thank you! You safely transported my best chum Donald and his family to Ithiquack, so in correlation you are responsible for our grand reuinon!” ] A hand was extended for the pilot with a smile as bright as the sun hanging over them.
@moongoddess-selene summoned the hero of helioplis!
[ “Are you ready Selene?!” ] Storkules procalimed with much bravado—fists proudly planted at his hip.
[ “I pleaded with father and he’s decided he’s willing to let us go anywhere we please outside of Ithiquack borders for the whole weekend!” ]
[ “No god duties! No responsibilities! We’re relieved from all of that for this weekend!” ] He’s all too excited at the thought of actually getting permission to have fun!
[ “We should hang out with plenty of mortals! I was thinking of picking noble Donald up! You should see if your dearest friend Della Duck is willing to join you as well!” ] Did he already have the chariot called up and on the way—yes he hath.
@adventurer-in-blue summoned the hero of helioplis!
[ “Are you sure this is a good idea...he’s so unfit? And he’s in no standing to mighty gods like me and you. He’s just a child playing dress up.” ] Zeus pointed out with a frown as he crossed his arms.
[ “Father, Dewey is going to need some means of protecting himself in case harm may befall to him during one of these god missions! He has the sandles of hermes, but I think he needs a bit more in case-” ] Storkules perked up and whipped around to see the blue triplet and the topic changed completely as Zeus walked off with a grumble.
[ “Noble Deutronomy! What a surprise! We were just discussing about your status as a god, and what could be done to further your status in this journey of godhood!” ]
@soul-heart-and-beyond summoned the hero of helioplis!
[ “Excuse me fellow scientist?” ] Storkules called out to the duck—his voice actually dialed down just one less notch as he was slowly learning about volume control.
[ “Do you pray tell have an idea of where the fated Gizmoduck is? I wanted to discuss with him about who’s patrolling which parts of duckburg, but I have no idea of where his dwelling is or to reach him!” ] He had asked Donald about it, who had simply told him,
[ “Try checking the money bin. He works for Scrooge.” ]
[ “Please sir! You must help me find him, for the sake of Duckburg! I tried asking the other mortal but he got very upset with me and told me to shoo! In a threatening tone! He even waved his hands in an agressive matter to get his point across!” ]
