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john-d-rockerduck:

The chuckles arise, as so does John’s mood, but only for a sliver of a sonic-second. He didn’t exclude Scrooge mentioning something like this as a rebuttal, especially since he practically uses it every time they meet. He’s become predicable, ordinary, common…foolish. While it does take a while for a Rockerduck to adjust, when they do, they do it right!

“Ah, yes… Your acquired properties from over time do have the advantage over mine, but not for long. I’ve something in store to make my businesses skyrocket, and yours plummet. I won’t tell you what it is, since you’re ‘the greatest treasure hunter that has ever lived’. You find out what’s going to happen.”

Most likely if McDuck did solve the elaborate scheme John cooked up for him this time, he would leave a special present “just in case”. John would become number one, and if he was going to have to play dirty to do it, then so be it! It’s something he always preferred was having the advantage in a competition anyway. Makes life more easier. Now his little bee swerved around his glasses to try and get his attention.

“What, Beesy? Can’t you see that I’m trying to conduct business with this…organism here?” Rockerduck mentioned, putting his finger in front of Beesy’s flight pattern to stop him from continuing. The insect smacked into the appendage and fell into his other hand after losing flight. Rubbing his head and then getting back up, the bee made a face that contained both anger and concern. He thought that John was giving up too much as is.

Scrooge watched him for a while, he didn’t say a single word. Didn’t want to say a single word. This was just... Too agitating in his mind. Really no matter what the other cooked up, the elder didn’t think it would work. In order to cook up a scheme that would push him to number two for good, the other would have to swing consumers to his side-- which would be easier said than done.

People tended to have a fondness for the old explorer, especially since he practically owns the town of Duckburg. As such the loyalty of the consumer tended to be with him, his abilities and his sense of advertising always got him a lot of attention. Tapping his fingers on his desk, his eyes followed the bee for a moment before he sighed.

“Organism? I’m surprised ye know wha’ tha’ means...” He huffed under his breath, rolling his eyes. There was no way this young duck would be able to take him down. Especially with how cocky he was being. His attitude would be his downfall, the bee was right, he was giving away far too much. If he wanted to bump Scrooge down, not telling him at all would be the best course of action... Not that he was complaining.

“Look... Ye are nae any concern t’ me... Nae any o’ your plans are gonna change tha’. Ye will always be where ye are til I die, better accept it ‘fore then.” One thing was certain, most of his rivals will probably outlive him. Although at the moment he was over one-hundred years old, so who knows. Perhaps that curse Magica put on him to give him immortality really did work. So many curses, so little time to check them.

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Shadow

@riiseagaiin

The darkness of the night, the shadows that lurked within one’s vision, those were peaceful and harmless shadows. But then there were the ones that hung in the peripheral. Those were the ones that gnashed sharp fangs at their victims and growled loud, obnoxious noises to those they deemed worth their haunting. Evil and insatiable creatures, beasts of the night, monsters that ran about in the moonlight. Ghosts, spirits, and shadows. The forest path provided perfect housing for these creatures, some were monstrosities yet to be imagined, and others were creatures of undefinable horror. Edges smeared away and faded out, these shadows jumped from crooked tree to crooked tree, from tombstone to tombstone– were they tombstones? No… What rose from the ground on this forest path were simply rocks. The trees that danced in the wind were naked, barren, and dead, their skeletal arm reaching far into the heavens– or at least trying to. In their desperation they trembled, they wept every time the wind tried to push them down; they would never feel the refreshing warmth of the heavens ever again, trapped with tombstone rocks and sandy dirt.

The darkened path was one that Scrooge found himself walking without much to do, his heart wanted him to for one reason or another. He felt his body prickle with anxiety and his mind race with slight fear, but there was an emotion that lasted over all of that, that proved more effective– serenity. Despite the horror that he couldn’t see, the beady eyes that watched him as monsters licked their lips, he felt at peace in the wilderness. The shadowy night was cold and isolated but at the same time all around him he felt a story was being made. A story that was much greater than his own, one that he needed to see to believe and to understand. As he passed through the trees and the path grew thinner, the foliage encroaching where less people are bound to walk, he felt himself grow more anxious by the moment. The cautious steps now became quick movements of his as he searched out for something, anything… He had come out here to calm his nerves and now he was afraid that he may be just as lost as those souls that may be lurking in the shadows– if he was than it wasn’t a problem, he’d find his way back in the morn… Even so there was a nagging in his brain that told him that perhaps there wouldn’t be a morning for him.

A figure, he swore he saw one… Not one of the false figures either, the ones that hide in the shadows– no he believed he could see someone in the distance. Just barely. “Hello?” He called out to her just barely loud enough to be heard over the wind.

((If you don’t want to reply to this starter/you prefer to plot before RPing feel free to IM me, I wont be offended or upset. These starters are here solely to cut out that middle man known as awkwardness.))