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" don't be angry. please, don't be angry. i can take it from just about anyone, but not you... "
@centesimi
“Oh my dear, sweet sister, why in the world would I be angry with you?” Poe stays lounged where he is, gentle ire still absolutely present. “You simply acted as you always did, I should have expected it would always end up leaving me suffering. A mistake of my own, Magica.”
A raven soars through the sky, odd purple streak in its feathers the only sign that something isn’t ordinary about it. It settles, very briefly, on the gate to McDuck manor before taking wing again. The next time it lands, it’s on a window sill, beak pecking insistently on the glass of the window.
‘ hi i’m here to ruin everything ’
@histcryprcfesscr
“Hmmm, I think not.” Better to be safe than sorry. Magic glowed around the room, sealing the exits windows as a precaution. “Unless your plan to ruin everything will be of some level of benefit to me? Then perhaps I could be persuaded to not let the shadows devour you for interrupting my tea time.”
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{ Morgana at Poe } ❛That kind of spell will leave you in unspeakable agony if cast incorrectly!❜ | @bitofthisandthat
“I won’t cast it incorrectly. I’m not a beginning spellcaster cutting corners, Morgana.” He’s seen what happens to sorcerers who mess with spells recklessly. Poe had been lucky himself that all Magica had done before was turn him into a raven for a decade and a half. “I hope you don’t plan on interfering with this casting.”
@ducktales-wco-oo
“I don’t suppose you could lend me some assistance?”
What limited magic he has at the moment - thank you, dearest sister, for running off with the amulets and breaking them - is used just to disguise the telltale eyes into a more mundane brown, usual green plumage pale with the loss of his magic. Poe doesn’t prefer this sort of situation, even if it’s what finally freed him from his fully avian fate. Needing help from anyone is a blow to his pride, but perhaps he can turn it to something, if he finds a soft enough soul.
This man seems to be the type, assuming Poe can still read people as well as he’s accustomed to.
“Only, I’m new in town and I’m afraid that while I was trying to find lodgings, some extremely aggressive ruffians took nearly everything of value that I have.” Not entirely a lie. A group of beagles had tried to mug him, but he’d never been one for carrying coin on his person. Not when he could have it in piles around a throne. And they’d been easily scared away with even a paltry show of power. Poe’s expression turns full apologetic. “I really hate to be a bother.”
“I wouldn’t, if I were you.”
“and why should i listen to what you think, exactly?”
