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(2012-09-27 - 2012-09-27)
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Negaduck Southern Manhatten is pretty busy.
It is a place bustling with massive skyscrapers that line the numerous streets, creating a dense lineup of businesses and commerce. One of those many businesses around are various banks. Cars are running by, people are walking along. Many of the pedestrians show their unfriendliness towards each oter and drivers alike.
That is Manhatten for you.
But the important matter are that the banks are about. Those banks have been launching their alarms, which had gathered the attention of the police.
In particular, the police are currently surrounding a large building. Cars are everywhere and folks are armed with their guns.
They were all warmed to approach with caution: The robber is armed and dangerous.
All civilians were blocked off from the entry to the bank. It was told that there was a potential hostage situation as well.
Zeke When most people say someone's from out of town they might mean Buffalo, Yonkers, or even somewhere out of state. Zeke and a few fellows from his fine crew are a bit further from that. In fact one could say even barring the whole worlds traveling thing, which they're still not quite sure of, there's still the problem of them being early 17th century minded people in late 20th century Manhatten.

Zeke looked his clothes over, mrveling at how they seemed to adapt to the local fashion and could hardly keep from grinning. Long coat had become a 'duster' and his tricorn became a wide-brimmed fedora. His crew had also undergone some sort of change to their attire so that they'd, outwardly at least, fit in with the locals.

"Remember lads. We're here to watch, try figuring things out. Nobody tries doing anything stupid. No taking the ladies up on their offers. No drink and..." He pulled his coin purse out and frowned at his money, "Is this stuff even money?" He sneered at it. Who'd be daft enough to use paper anyone could just copy over? "Bah. We're here for education not entertainment."
Will Sherman John wakes up from an ally nearby, he wonders out of it, to look up and see that the cops have surrounded the place. Will wipes his eyes, shaking his head to get the sleep out and looks around. Huh...a robery? Wonder what is up...

He says for a moment observing the scene....what should he do? Leave it to the professionals? Odd that he decided to fall alseep here...usually, he has good luck...unless he needs to be somewhere. Then again, sometimes his powers backfire...but is this a backfire or what? He can't think about this...

Will decides to wait for the moment, if it's just a normal bankrobery, then no reason to get involve unless it goes south, and honestly, just being near here will aid the police all they need.

Maybe Mercade will be by.
Thailog There is something oppressive about the buildings that seem to flank every street, hulking and squat or gleaming and towering. They close in on you from all sides, seeming to forbid even a casual glance towards the sky above. For this reason, so few people look up. Instead they leer at the ground before their feet or gawk at various devices, others still do their best to look nowhere at all, least a stray glance 'rouse the anger of someone unpleasant.

This is why a winged figure might go unnoticed as it glides through the air, wings spread wide to catch drafts as it sails silently to the roof of the building's across-the-street neighbor.

Thailog lands with little more than a quiet scraping of talons across the roof to announce his landfall, his wings already drawing in around him as he straightens on his digitigrade feet, leathery sails cowling around his shoulders.

He peers down from his perch, a foot hefted up onto the lip at the edge of the roof as he surveys the scene below. There was no benevolent intent stirring in his breast, no. He is here out of boredom rather than some foolish sense of stewardship to the city.
Mercade Alexander Southern Manhattan is a great place. Restaurants, nightlife, places to go and people to see.

Mercade Alexander can't afford any of that stuff. Or at least, he couldn't. That's why he was depositing his paycheck from Xanatos Industries for the latest bundle of research data at the bank, when well, this happened.

Witness Mercade's typical luck.

Mercade is currently in one of the cubicles, somehow getting overlooked in the initial chaos. "Ugh. Why do these things always happen to me..." He says, as he peeks around the corner to see if he can get a look at what the hell is going down.
Deidra Deidra can't reallly enjoy such places herself but she lurks watching from afar really and thanks to having friends like Will and Mercade? Deidra can experiance the wonder of take out food. She might be noticed by Thailog however but the young Gargyole has other things on her mind at the moment. She's seen whats going down and is debating on meddling for now she know but she seems to have some sort of a phone she's talking quietly into as she watches the bank from her perch.
Negaduck The police have the bank surrounded. They did not get much of a description of the guy other than that he was in the shadows. The bank was covered in smoke from the explosions of whatever he tossed out.
The on-scene commander approached the entrance, holding the megaphone and he calls out, "We go you surrounded! Come out and put your hands up!"

****

Meanwhile, the bank is undergoing a robbery. Since Mercade is hiding along one of the cubicles, he will find himself safe from the single robber looking about. Although the place is covered in smoke, Mercade will be able to notice one strange thing about the robber as he passes through.
Webbed feet.
"Oh ho, my adoring fans await me~"
The robber steps out towards the exit, Mercade may likely get a glimpse of tail feathers along with the large bag of money.

***

To those outside, the door doesn't open, however.... Purple fog covers the spot.
"I AM THE TERROR... THAT FLAPS IN THE NIGHT!"
The police are now on guard.
"I AM THE MOTH IN YOUR CLOSET, THAT MAKES YOU LOSE YOUR FAVORITE PANTS!!!"
The smog clears...
And reveals a large, anthromorphic duck with a purple hat, black eye-mask, and a matching purple coat. Of course, he has that bag of money hefted over his shoulder.
"I.. AM DARKWING DUCK!!"
(...Ugh, can't believe I'm doing this. No matter.)

All of the officers stop. They just stop and stare.
Awkward silence.
The young lieutenant approaches the on-site commander, leaning over to whisper, "Sir, is that a duck?"
"..." The officer tries to get his bearing. He starts rubbing his head. You've got to be kidding him. "...Yes, yes it is, Lieutenant." He holds the megaphone once more, "PUT YOUR WINGS IN THE AIR!"
Zeke Zeke perked at the declaration of 'DARKWING DUCK' and groaned.

One of his men looked at him with worry, "Cap'n?"

He looked at the man and nodded. "I know. Not our concern, but mayhap we'll win some goodwill with the locals."

He checked his guns and frowned. Flintlocks turned to handguns. Musketoons into shotguns. Operation looked simple enough and... What ho? No need to reload between rounds?

Zeke rammed the clip home after marveling at the concept of self contained cartridges.

On looking the bank over he tried to stand outside of the smoke cloud. His crew was busy trying to find cover in case anyone took shots at their captain. He didn't draw his weapon yet. No need to antagonize the police... guard... whatever. He looked rather animate when he caught sight of this... Duck.

"Don't think that bird can fly mates. Least if it's like the ones I've seen." Helpful advice listened to by precicely nobody, and why should they listen to mister random guy? At least he wasn't in any direct lines of fire yet?
Will Sherman Will's eyes see something. He frowns, he thinks he knows what he is looking at...well, kind of. It was weak on Riku, but it is much stronger on him...MUCH stronger. However, what Darkwing here doesn't know...

Will's hands move out, touching the strings of fate around him. Specifically trying to find the string for Mercade, and Deidra... There is a light glow, it's magic...of a sort, but to anyone observing, it's...like he's a natural well of it, as if he /is/ made of whatever magic he's invoking.

He reenforces fate in a specific way.
Mercade Alexander Mercade listens carefully, watching what's going on there. He squints as he sees the webbed feet. "What the hell?" He whispers to himself, and watches as 'Darkwing' goes to make his entrance. "Just one...." He whispers, and then he looks over at the area. No hostages. Mercade quickly sends the police a text message from his cellphone telling them this, and then stands up quietly. He looks around for something, and he sees...

A bust of the bank manager. An ungainly, heavy thing. And not all that flattering. Mercade smiles. Perfect.

A minute later, as 'Darkwing' continues to flaunt his thing, Mercade arises at a short distance behind the Duck. The bust is in his hands, and he lifts it up, yelling "DUCK!"

He then throws the bust at 'Darkwing'.
Thailog A horned brow lifts upwards, arching in answer to the sight of a humanoid... Duck.

The theatircs, the posturing... the rediculousness of it.

The stoney mask of boredom melts away from Thailog's features replaced by a smug, delighted smile, his lips pulling away from a fanged smile.

And then someone beans the duck across the back of the head with a statue. It hooks a mild, bark of laughter out of the clone. His eyes narrowed in merriment, Thailog stopped forward, a arm crossing over his knee as he continued to play voyeur to the antics below. This new angle gave him a glimpse of another watcher, a winged creature... She lacked the rags that would mark her as one of his father's kin, a new Gargoyle in the city.

Ducks and Gargoyles and robberies," he intoned ina mildly lyrical cant, "Oh my..."
Deidra Deidra has been watching for a while, however she figured Will and Mercade could handle it. At least untill the mention of magic comes up. She hears this and she says something on to the phone. She spreads her wings pockets the phone and flies on down. She's totally figured with the duck how much worse can she make it by appering herself.

"This is just getting quackers tonight."

She lands and lookls right at him and she's got a book out and she's now saying something in latin and then she launches a spell right at the 'Terror that Flaps in the night' there might be an weakening feeling on Negaduck followed by high speed wings buffeting at him.
Negaduck 'Darkwing Duck' tsks, looking at the cops. "My adoring fans, all here to see me? The Caped Crusader?" The Duck grunts and he pull out a small gun. "SUCK GAS, GOODDOERS!"
Before the officers get to fire from their pistols, the 'gas' gun fires off a massive rocket. The officers scream and shout, "GET DOWN!" As the rocket blast impacts the vehicles, all of them explode.
This leaves the officers incapitated. Thankfully, all of them are alive, just unable to move thanks to the explosion.
"Bwahahahahahahaa! What jokes! What loons!" 'Darkwing Duck' rests a hand to his forhead, "No one can stop me! NO ONE! NO--"
WHACK! The duck finds himself nailed at the face with the flying bust. Flung along the air, 'Darkwing Duck' slams pretty hard against the ground. His head is reeling from the impact. As he staggers to his feet, he growls.
"Someone will pay dearly for this..."
His eyes lock onto Mercade.
Grin. It's a maniacal grin.
"You."
Suddenly, 'Darkwing Duck' whips out a massive rocket launcher. "This is ESPECIALLY for y--" The wind underneath him is starting to buffet underneath him, "Wh---whoaaaaaa!" Clutching onto the money, the duck drops pretty hard to the ground.
THONK!
Getting up to his feet, 'Darkwing Duck' sneers, looking up to see the source of the magic user. "Oh ho... YOU'LL NEVER GET ME NOW!" He runs along the street, diving beside the police car...
..Only to come out on a motorcycle and driving.
Wait. How did that motorcycle show up?
Zeke Zeke hit the ground when the explosions started, raising up only when he heard 'Darkwing' screaming defiantly.

A gun was his hand. A wonderful gun to him because it had lots of bullets he wouldn't need to go to the trouble to reload. That contraption had wheels. So shooting at the wheels should make it stop moving. The trouble is aiming with this new gun. Oh well he had to try, and if he didn't then his crew should be able to give a try soon enough.
Will Sherman William was prepared!

He reaches into the nearest trashcan, fishing out some rope he was using as a pillow earlier and looks at it.

This is about the time that Mercade is just about to get shot. Will, perhaps seeing how fate will work from his...little trick, ties the rope to one side of the street, before running over to the otherside and hiding in the ally...all that will be there is a bit of rope in the road...probably not even enough to be paid attention too.

This is until SUDDENLY MOTORCYCLE!

Right as Darkwing duck tries to ride by Will, Will tugs the rope as hard as he can, aiming to try and dismount Negaduck from his bike. Also spending just enough time to laugh at him. "Hey Darkwing Duck, you're a little low on air!"
Thailog This darkly winged duck was proving entertaining indeed. Thailog loomed on, watching quietly. Negaduck produced a rocket launcher from 'Toon-space and Thailog's interest was struck, his lips pursed and his brows ratcheted upwards beneath the crown of his mullet. "Now where was he keeping that...?" he wondered aloud, a pang of jealousy plucking a cord in his heart as he adjusted the shoulder strap to his 'can't-show-real-guns-on-a-disney-cartoon' laser rifle.

....He wanted a rocket launcher too.
Deidra Deidra watches in superise at Darkwing is armed with a missile launcher of some other suprise shes manages to not get shot she pauses at Zeke as he makes use of an very interesting gun she'll have to ask the captain about it. She turns and spreads her wings again as she looks to Will and Mercade. Before she prepares anotehr spell chian to fire after Darkwing and she's going to case more air spells at him while taking to the air to catch him if she does manage to make him airborn.
Mercade Alexander Mercade was hoping he's take the duck out in one shot. Isn't that how this works?

Once again, Mercade just isn't that lucky. The Evil Duck turns, and something inside him runs ice cold as the duck pulls a rocket launcher. "OH HELL!" He yells, moments before 'Darkwing' bails in the face of firepower. For a moment, Mercade is tempted to just let him go.

And then he sees what he did to the police. Man, if he can do that... He frowns, and pulls out... a camera? He takes a few pictures of 'Darkwing' being sent flying into the air thanks to the rest of the TDA (and the efforts of Zeke), and he begins chasing after, running for a bike of his own he had parked out fro...

"DAMMIT! DUCK STOLE MY BIKE!" Mercade yells. He begins running after the flying duck, hoping he can catch up to retrieve the only method of transportation the TDA owns at the moment that isn't the subway or walking.
Negaduck As 'Darkwing Duck' drives off on the motorcycle, he hefts that large bag of cash along his shoulder. "HA! Let's see you pull one on me!"
At first, the bullets struck along the road instead of the tires. However, it was an unfortunate fate for the Caped Crusader that the last stream of bullets struck the back tire, quickly flattening it.
"WHAT THE?!"
As soon as the tire becomes busted, the motorcycle is halted as he rope falls in its way, stopping it dead on its tracks. A scream stirs as he flies out of the motorcycle.
Who said ducks acn't fly?
Negaduck is flying.
Unfortunately, he is flying into a trash can.
With the horrible landing into the trash, Darkwing Duck still clutches onto his bag of money. Peeling himself out, he growls, "....Oooooh, you all are making me mad..."
(Don't blow cover..)
What the?! The wind manifests underneath 'Darkwing Duck' as he finds himself launched into the air, "Who-whoa---wharrgggggggghhhhhh!!!!"
And even worse....
The bag drops from his hand.
"MY MONEY!"
Darkwing Duck, although he is soaring into the air, finally catches onto the railings of a small building.
Snort.
No matter. He lost money out of this. But. One of the objectives is done. "....Well then, I see you have all done well against my brilliance. No one will last against Darkwing Duck forever! SEE YOU NEXT TIME, DWEEBS! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!"
'Darkwing Duck' slams a ball of gas on the platform. Purple fog surrounds him....
Until the smoke clears...
And the Duck is nowhere to be found.
Will Sherman Will walks out of the allyway.

He looks at the rope, which saved the bike of the TDA and the bag of money sitting in the middle of the rode.

...They'll pay Mercade if he returns the money, He says, and nods, slowly, picking up the bag of money and Tosses at Mercade.

Then Darkwing Duck makes his pose, looking up as he makes his Ducknamic exit.

"...he might be evil, but I have to say, that ma-er, Duck knows how to make an exit!" Will says, and picks the bike up. Litterally. Picks it up, and wheels it to the side of the road. "I really should take lessons from him in showing up at the right time. I mean, besides the robing people thing, he seems legit."
Mercade Alexander Mercade screeches to a halt as 'Darkwing Duck' goes flying into a trash can and makes his escape sans bike or money. "ARGH! YOU'RE PAYING FOR REPAIRS ON THAT!" He yells, rushing up to the side of his transportation. "Man, that Darkwing Duck is such a jerk." Mercade frowns, looking over to Will. "All right, we need to track that duck down and get him to pay for these repairs..." Mercade looks ultra-serious as he says the next thing. "Because this is going to take our pizza money."

DUN DUN DUNNNNN.
Mercade Alexander Mercade Alexander also catches the money bag and looks at it for a minute, shrugging. "I'll go get this back to the police."
Zeke Zeke watched the motercycle go and break and only after the smoke filled display he holstered his weapon and whistled loud for his men. "We've got wounded 'ere!" And with that he trotted along to see what he could do for the downed officers. Admittedly he didn't have modern medical training, but first aid was still roughly the same; make sure they weren't going to die in the next couple minutes, get them away from the burning things that could explode. How did he know burning cars go boom? Well, this 'gasoline' stuff is burnable. Cars run on it. Ergo setting it all on fire in an uncontrolled manner is likely going to lead to big boom.

Several men similarly dressed to Zeke made their way to the bank, most stooping to carry/drag people away from burny things, others trying to call attention to the situation only way they know how; shouting.
Negaduck The officers are all out of it. Word did get out for medical to arrive. Sirens stream along the air, getting the attention of all civilians to get away. Alongside of the EMT are the back-up officers.
The arrival of the back up go into the bank to get to the scared civilians. The EMTs are moving in to get the officers.
There is a grateful atmosphere, however, when the bank staff, along with the officers, have the money turn up.
An employee sighs, "Thank goodness."
Mercade gets a pat on the back by the wounded commander, propted up by the lieutenant who gives the man a grin, "You were brave out there, mac... Dinner's on me..." He winces.
Deidra Deidra looks left looks right, spreads her wings catches the wind and takes flight again. It's time to get going after all it's not like say Tranverse town where she can walk around in the open.
Zeke Zeke thought he spied a brief glimpse of wing. Hrm. He wasn't needed here. Might's well see if he could follow. This wasn't likely given he was on the ground but still. One had to try.

Except there was the business of other people that'd thrown in on stopping that duck. Might be good to see what they're doing. So he walked up to Mercade and tried sounding casual. "Not in this bloomin' place an hour and already there's a gunfight, some strange duck-man...creature that tried making off with what passes for money here, and I haven't even managed to find the harbor district yet."
Mercade Alexander "Don't worry about it. I was just in the wrong place at the right time, I guess." Mercade grins, scratching the back of his head. "As far as dinner is concerned, talk to Will here. He'll get everything all set up." And make sure that dinner is handled for probably the next couple days. Or an hour or two if he doesn't keep Hobo Lad away from it.

Mercade looks away, and is addressed by Zeke. "Looking for the harbor, you say? Well, I could give you a hand. Grew up in this area." He smiles, and holds out a hand. "Mercade Alexander. Detective with the Twilight Detective Agency. Didn't I see you before somewhere?" He thinks for a moment...
Zeke Zeke eyes Mercade carefully. "Well I've been here and about. Been staying in Traverse if y've ever heard of it." Conversational voice. "Saw a few oriental looking places open that smelled pretty good. I think I've got enough to cover a small meal. Probably."

You have no idea man. None at all.

 
This scene contained 28 poses. The players who were present were: Zeke, Deidra, Will Sherman, Mercade Alexander, Thailog, Negaduck