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[enigmaincrimson]

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“Before you get all touchy, Uncle Scrooge said it was alright for me to be down here.” Explained a classy looking female duck that was wearing protective goggles and a thankfully clean lab coat as she stared down what appeared to be a chunk of metallic looking greenish-grey stone and few other assorted objects on the nearby table.

There was a bit of a story behind it, but I’d suppose it’s value depended on the person.

[poludaktulos]

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( MONSTER FALLS. GIVE IT TO ME. )

[resilientgearloose-a]

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He was dead. Ratchet knew that much before he so much as opened his eyes. The last thing he remembered was a sharp pain in the back of his head after hearing the heavy footsteps of an intruder.

Slowly opening his eyes, Ratchet found that being dead was nothing like he’d expected. There was no void, nor were there fluffy clouds all around with pearly gates before him. No, what he saw above him were stars. Countless stars, and a vast universe stretched out before him, like the clearest night he’d ever seen. It was breathtakingly beautiful.

The chicken started to get to his feet, finding the task far easier than it would have been on Earth. He almost floated up when he pushed off the ground, and that caught him by surprise. Perhaps even more shocking, however, was the fact he left no imprint on the ground beneath him. Ratchet blinked and began to take in more of his surroundings. Were he simply floating in a starry universe, he might have still believed it to be some sort of afterlife-- but no. The rocky, almost barren terrain around him led him to believe this was something else. His suspicions were soon confirmed when he looked toward the horizon.

In plain view-- there it was. The Earth. It had to be. It looked much like any globe he’d seen manufactured-- at least when it came to the basic shapes of the continents. He could see the blue oceans, the white clouds swirling in the atmosphere, and the various colors of the lands. His home. Or, he supposed it had been.

“Magnificent...” He murmured, continuing to stare out into the eternal night. The wonder of the cosmos was the one thing keeping that bittersweet pang in his chest from turning fully bitter. Ratchet didn’t even realize that he was being watched. That anyone could even see him.

[waddletm]

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Something he usually hides from the world, Mark has a hyperfixation on superheroes. This is most apparent when he fixates on Gizmoduck, but if Darkwing had been the one to rescue him, there would have been a similar obsession resulting from it.

His obsession with heroes is partly the result of escapist fantasy– there were times when he was young that he wished a superhero would swoop in and take him away from his family.

Old habits are hard to shake.

[darkwiing]

     ❝   𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚔𝚒𝚍 ? 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 !   ❞ he had just shoved the younger duck away from a flying piece of debris. this might be a lot harder if he had to keep this guy out of trouble. why must he have this kind of luck ? he tries to push the other mallard away from the fighting scene,  ❝   𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 ! 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚞𝚛.   ❞

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[dontforgettcforget]

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He was thoroughly exhausted. Burnt out, even. Gyro could barely keep his eyes open as he trudged into the coffee shop, Lil Helper at his side. Once again, Scrooge had him working overtime to finish a new security device for the Money Bin, and once again, he had gotten no sleep whatsoever. Who even knew if the old miser would even pay him this time.

He mumbled out his usual order, and once he had his to-go cup firmly pressed into his hands, Gyro turned to walk out the door... and collided unceremoniously with the duck just walking in, coffee spilling everywhere.

“Oh, dear! I’m terribly sorry about that, I...Ah!” He stammered, nothing quite getting the blood pumping like scalding hot coffee all over one’s hands and shirt. “I’m afraid I wasn’t quite paying attention, my mind was elsewhere, you see! Please, let me get you some napkins!”

[resilientgearloose-a]

❛❛ Shh, shh. It’s okay. You’re alright. You’re safe now. ❜❜ [lunaris]

The rumbling. It had started with just a low rumbling.

Ratchet’s breath came in ragged gasps, his eyes wide and fearful. His hands grasped at the nearest support he could find– Lunaris’ arms –in a desperate attempt to ground himself. He was safe. He was on the Moon, where their few volcanoes were small, incredibly dormant and rarely stirred, let alone erupted. Yet– Mt. Danan had been small.

No. That wasn’t helping. Don’t think about that.

Lunaris’ voice reached him, and the low tones were enough to begin to ease his trembling. Ratchet drew himself closer, seeking that grounding warmth and solidity of the other. He understood. He could trust him. “I’m sorry–” Ratchet choked out, closing his eyes tight. “I know– I… I shouldn’t be so afraid anymore.”

Still, it was hard to shake old perceptions.

[fultonfixit-a]

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Fulton sometimes has night terrors regarding the day he almost lost Marshall (or did lose him depending on the verse). That pair of gunshots has echoed in his sleep far too often for comfort, but he can’t confide it to anyone but his partner. And he doesn’t want to burden him with that more than he has to.