#iim-a-pilot

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@iim-a-pilot​ || Starter

It was a regular day in Duckburg, when Goldie had found her way into a garage by McDuck manor. It hadn’t been particularly hard for her to get there. It was always fun to snoop around Scroogie’s place. The second she entered the garage, her eyes fell upon a bird dressed in pilot clothes. 

“So... You’re Scroogie’s trusted pilot, correct?” Goldie said suddenly, looking at the guy in front of her with a confident smile.

She raised an eyebrow, “Where did you learn to fly?”

[guardian-rocket]

@iim-a-pilot

“Alright LP, get out,” Rocket demanded as he had some equipment strapped to his back along with some sort of gas-mask.

“I’m taking the day off and I’m fumigating this whole garage to desecrate your pest problem and kill whatever that thing growing under the couch is!”

Rocket meant business, and he was no fan of disorderly living spaces.  Sure, he wasn’t the neatest freak in the universe, he didn’t mind a casual mess here or there-- he just liked to keep it to a minimum and as he already went through the trouble of cleaning the War Bird, Launchpad’s place was next on the list.

“This place is quarantined till Tuesday!  We can crash in my ship till it airs out,” he assured him.  “Just go to McDuck Manor and I’ll grab you when I’m done.”

“And when I say ‘crash’ I don’t mean it literally,” he added, just to be safe.

Rocket had been staying with Launchpad for a few days now, but he had enough of the messiness, all the little problems he saw that could easily be fixed.  As long as he was roomming there, he wanted there to be a certain level of sanitation, for both their sake.

He knew Launchpad was trying to keep it clean, but he didn’t have the time or real concern over it.  

[luckythirteenx-blog]

@iim-a-pilot liked for a starter

“Well I wish I could say I had better crashings, but I think this is the best I have experienced so far.”

[drreginaldbushroot]

@iim-a-pilot

“Uhhhh...” He looks away, squeezing his leafy hands together. “I haven’t been much of a hero nowadays...” Reggie takes a deep breath. “I went to see how Rhoda was doing and... She’s... fine. Now I’m kinda taking care of her, you know? She doesn’t know, but I’m always around her... I really miss talking to her, do you think she would be thankful if she knew I’m basically living in her garden for the last month...?”

He gets more serious, less apologetic.

“Because she sure should be.”

[feathered-riches]

Questions

"Launchpad?" Louie called out in the manor. Though, he wasn't very loud due to it being quite late in the night. It was confusing, but he was going to find his father no matter what it took. He was being kept up by a bunch of things, but one of the most important things.. only Launchpad would probably be stable enough to talk about with his son. He stuffed his hands into his pockets as he continued to search around the manor for the pilot.

Where could he even be at this time of night? It was really confusing as he wasn't in the television room where he would sleep during the nighttime. Maybe he wasn't in the manor at all. Maybe he was outside. ..Nonsense. It was freezing cold outside, it wouldn't make any sense. Though, maybe it would, since Launchpad wasn't the brightest one out there. Louie would never say that to his face, however, as he wouldn't want to hurt his father.

The duckling eventually gazed out of the window, his eyes scanning around the front of the manor. Maybe he should go out there? Letting out a long exhale, he had decided to go out. His eyes scanned his surroundings. No sign of the pilot, yet. 'I'll never be able to find him.' He thought to himself, but he was mistaken as he just seen Launchpad dash by, and into the forest nearby their home. He raised a brow in confusion as he followed the other, speeding up a little bit, so he could catch up. Once seeing Launchpad stop, he stopped as well.

"Dad..? What are you doing?" He stood there for a few seconds, listening to his father's reply before he then shook his head to get himself back on topic with what he had needed to ask before. "Can you tell me more about mom? What was she like?" It was this situation, again. Louie was stressing about his mother, again.

( @iim-a-pilot )

[threelxttledxcklngs]

Hold still for iim-a-pilot @ any of the precious duck boys!

Send “Hold still!” to find my muse injured. (Accepting!)

Of course Dewey was trying to act all tough, and like his injures weren’t hurting. He didn’t want to be cooped up in the plane, he wanted to go on the adventure!! But his gashed wrist and sprained ankle, as well as literally everyone else, said otherwise. The child squirmed and tried to get away, wanting to press onward, but his stupid ankle hurt too much, so he was forced to cooperate.

@iim-a-pilot

[adventurer-in-blue]

@iim-a-pilot // cont. here.

Dewey glared at Launchpad with confused expression as he tried to come up something to say. It was so weird to see LP in sailor uniform, mix-up with his regular pilot outfit. “That’s-. . . “ ‘weird, terrible, horrifying, absolute mindblow’ he went through some suitable adjectives in his mind for a moment there. “-...nice?”

“I  have a feeling that we missed out something important there.” well not as important as the facts they found about their mom and other stuff. “Care to share the weird story of behind all-.. this?”

[donaldtheduckdad]

My part of the art trade with the dear @iim-a-pilot! :D It's ya boy, Launchpad!