Apr 13, 2021
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@tunnagan //; tiny baby brothers!
YOOO old man fight lets GO.
@tunnagan (because I need)
“You’re going to stay, but you gotta switch your color.” Is he a little threatened? Absolutely. But he feels for this Louie.
@tunnagan SAID: “McDuck, I can appreciate that you got to this artifact before me, but I really think it’s safer in my care than yours.” Bradford wasn’t sure how the duck would react to that. He liked the man well enough, but magical artifacts plus the attention he tended to attract… Bradford wasn’t sure he liked where that math led. “At least allow me some time to document it so we know what we’re dealing with in a worst case scenario.” (Yeets adventurer Bradford)
❝ Ae see, ae see, ❞ the miser nods, the artifact sitting in the palm of his hand as he considers his adversary’s ‘offer’. Oh, it hadn’t been easy to track it down, but its days were numbered as far as Scrooge McDuck had been concerned. And now, just across the way, is a familiar buzzard out to swipe it from beneath him. Ha! He won’t be bargained with! Besides, he’s a well-structured team back home who can see such things for themselves; why waste money on a third-party when you had MORE than the barebones yourself? No, this is going in the Other Bin with everything else!
❝ It’s just a shame I’ve no interest in this proposition! Catch me if you CAN, Braddy! ❞ Oop, off he goes.
@tunnagan || Launchpad || A Bittersweet Reunion
Birdie recalled the day Drake Mallard had shown up on the McQuack homestead as if it had happened mere minutes ago. Since his visit she’d been worried sick about her son, so much so that she’d started packing a bag in the middle of Ripcord telling her everything Drake had conveyed to him. She’d been teary-eyed since then too and she wasn’t sure her eyes would look alright by the time they got to Duckburg.
Ripcord was holding together better than she was but it was clear to her that he was equally as upset. He drove their car into town with his hands death-gripping the steering wheel and his back rigid. Birdie clung to Ripcord’s arm in the hopes it would comfort the both of them on the ride over. Whatever had happened to their son, they’d help him together. They’d share every moment of anguish together too.
When they arrived at the address Drake had given them, the both of them felt somewhat relieved. It seemed that even if he’d forgotten many things, he hadn’t forgotten his roots. His home was a hangar with a huge metal garage door on the front of it. Birdie got out of the car and stared. She vaguely heard Ripcord tell her he’d leave the bags in the car for now, and vaguely heard her own voice reply.
She hesitated at the door so long that Ripcord came to her side and put a supportive hand on her shoulder. His support gave her courage enough to knock.
“Is anyone home?” she called out. “Launchpad? Are you there, dear?”
{ ☆ } If... certain things were to pass, he’d be forced to deal with a variety of Emotional, Psychological, and Work-Related problems...... but since they’d be HIS problems, Fenton shoves them under the rug as soon as the thought appears. Opting instead to keep his beak shut and simply let the cards fall wherever they may.
Even if he might be a bit.... biased...... over where he’d prefer for them to land. { ☆ }
decided!
@tunnagan said: “Steelbeak says hi.” And Gos is just gonna stab Launchpad and throw a smoke bomb to the ground. And book it.
Instinct was a funny thing. It was what kept a person alive sometimes, and it definitely was one of the first things to kick in. He recognized the voice- how could he not? He adored Gosalyn; she was a great kid, spunky, energetic, smart. And as much time as he spent around Drake nowadays, it meant he spent time around Gosalyn as well.
He thought of her as part of their family. So the sudden stab, the mention of Steelbeak- no, something was very wrong.
The pain registered, but in his mind, something clicked back over. His training as an agent prompted him to move, and with a speed that seemed startling from a man his size, he bolted after the girl.
The pain was secondary, as was the injury. The only thought on his mind was catching Gosalyn and finding out what in the world was going on with her, why she’d done this, what Steelbeak had to do with all of this... what FOWL had to do with this by association.
As soon as he got some speed, he shifted his weight and lunged, his intention being to sweep her up into his arms and roll, keeping her pinned without hurting her as best as he was able.
》〉 "Hello again, intern." Akita had clearly been waiting in the lab for Gyro to reappear, who knew how long he'd had alone there. "You've done some interesting work." // @tunnagan
― Honestly, Gyro was not always completely aware of the state of his lab when he entered it. While there was a strict rule to message Dr Gearloose whenever one of the Duck family were there, he wasn’t expecting anyone at this hour. It was just... one of those nights for him. One where he just wanted to work, not think too much. Boyd was already asleep- or at least in his resting state.
It was when he heard the voice ring out in the empty lab that he paused, and looked up at the intruder. Great. That meant his security was most likely completely disabled or destroyed. No, that’s fine. He could handle this.
❝ Akita. ❜
There was no emotion, or respect in his voice. The fight they had, and the way he talked to Boyd just played over in his head over and over again. He could do this just fine. Just... get to the point, and don’t enduldge.
❝ Why are you here? ❜