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Post by Bert on Jun 16, 2011 21:26:09 GMT -8
Life was progressing at its usual clip one what could be considered a fine day in Epcot City's downtown. People went about their daily lives and made their treks to and fro. But while most of the surroundings was business as usual, an unusual event was taking place at the gates leading to one of the city's larger recreational parks. A man, looking to be in his early 30s, was down on all fours on the sidewalk. But there was a method to his madness, as evidenced by his nearby cache of art supplies; for today the man, whom had many-a profession, was a screever.
Multiple tiles of concrete which comprised the sidewalk, all in a straight line across from one another, were beautifully painted, each a different scene and all manner of scenes were displayed.
"Hm." The man perked an eyebrow as he looked over his handiwork, pushing up the brim of his flat cap as he appeared deep in thought. "Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cher-oo, I does what I likes, and I likes what I do..." He set back to work on the painting he was currently working on. To its immediate left was a painting of Cold Shadow, perched upon a rooftop with only a bolt of lightning in the background illuminating him. To the left of that was a shot of Epcot City, with Khan Tower at its center. From there were yet more paintings (he was up to seven of them, at the point in time) of various places he had visited across the world, for he had traveled abroad in his day.
But the painting he was currently working on was a group image of the Dream League. In its current state it contained Masked Mallard, Duck Avenger, She-Wolf, Sunshine, Paradox, Sir Pendragon, and the Balloonist, though he was currently working on what looked to be the rough beginnings of Powermouse, though the likeness was still in its early stages.
There had been a time when most wouldn't have even taken a second glance at his work in London, but these days sidewalk painting was a lost art, and thus there were a small huddle of people around him admiring his work, which filled him with joy. "Oh, cool! The Dream League!" A young, human boy commented. "My dad says they're no better than the criminals they beat up." A little beagle girl replied. At this comment the artist glanced up at her, rising to a crouch and placing a hand on his hip.
"'ere, now. The Dream League, as bad as criminals? Surely yo' father is just misunderstandin' 'em, is all. Why, the Dream League are a fine group of respectable induh'vidules who offer an invaluable service ta the community." He stated in their defense. Out of all the people in Epcot City, he was likely their biggest supporter, because with his unique perception of the world around them he could notice the difference they were making.
"Well, dad said that the police should handle the bad guys and that people shouldn't take it upon themselves to be viger... viger..." "Vigilantes." The human boy finished the beagle girl's sentence. She scowled at him before looking back to the artist. "And that the if the police were doing what they're supposed to we wouldn't need people like the Dream League or that weird samurai." "Ninja." The boy again corrected.
"Well, now." The man replied, again adjusting his hat. "I'm sure that the local law enforce'muhnt is doin' everythin' in their power to keep the streets safe. But the fact of the matter is; they can only do so much. The Dream League ain't tryin' to usurp the position o' the ECPD, they just tryin' to help clean up the crumbs that slip down inta the cracks, is all." He said with a nod.
"Well, I guess that makes sense." The girl finally submitted. Children could be easily persuaded sometimes, almost to a fault. "Well, see ya!" She then ran off to join whatever guardian had accompanied her to the park. The boy remained and continued to watch.
He went back to his work, fleshing out the miniature visage of Powermouse, which was starting to become more and more recognizable. "Chim chiminey, chim chiminey, chim chim cher-ee, they's cleans up the city, and that's alright by me..."
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Post by Dreamchild on Jun 16, 2011 21:26:41 GMT -8
Alice heard the Westminster Quarters melody, followed by twelve chimes, as she walked out of her dormitory, and out of St. Blair Academy's premises entirely. She was in her academy's uniform, which, fitted for her, was a mixture of prim and cute, very much like Alice herself.
Her uniform consisted of a suit jacket and a double-pleated skirt that reached her knees. The jacket was black, but the skirt was a dark navy. Under her jacket, Alice wore a brown vest over a white button-up shirt, and a dark navy necktie that was perfectly symmetrical. Thankfully, Alice was allowed to wear the shoes, socks, and headbands she wanted. On this day, her socks, which pulled up to about two inches below her knees, and was designed with black and purple stripes that alternated. Her shoes were black Mary-Janes, her favorite type of footwear. Highly unusual for the girl Alice did not wear a band in her hair on this day. She often did wear headbands, which pulled her hair back and made her forehead exposed (over the years, some bullies insulted Alice by accusing her of premature balding). But because Alice didn't wear a band today, most of her forehead was covered.
Alice would have changed into more liberating clothes for her trip downtown, but Alice was in a hurry. She was required to pick up a book for class, and the Academy's own bookstore was out of copies. What rotten luck! The sooner Alice could find and pick up the book, the better, and so Alice sacrificed comfort by going downtown in her uniform.
Even with enhanced cognitive development and extrasensory perception, by the day it was incrementally more difficult to 1) maintain an identity as Alice Liddell, 2) excel in St. Blair Academy from homework to in-class discussions and exams, and 3) fight crime alongside the Dream League as Dreamchild. Thankfully, she had yet to receive an urgent call from the Dream League, and she also had yet to hear any grave news, or witness serious conflicts. Which pleased Alice, because, frankly, even a superhero wanted some time off now and then.
Alice carried with her a brown satchel, which not only housed her wallet, but also had enough space for the book she intended to buy in the largest bookstore in downtown Epcot City. The Bookman's Locked Cellar, or whatever that fancy bookstore was called. It was sometimes refreshing to walk through Epcot City without wearing the Dreamchild jumpsuit, without the mask that rendered her eyes purely white (she never explained to any Leaguers exactly how that worked). But, at the same time, she also had to be careful to keep a low profile, to be Alice Liddell and not Dreamchild.
Fortunately, she was definitely Alice Liddell when she saw a small huddle of people crowded around something that she couldn't see from whence she came. This was on her way to the bookstore, and it wouldn't hurt to waste just a few minutes, and so she allowed her curiosity to get the best of her. "Curiouser and curiouser," she said to herself as she walked to the crowd.
She politely pardoned her way through adults to see what the fuss was about, and a gasp escaped her red lips as her sapphires gazed at the beautifully crafted pavement artwork. The one that was in development at the time was of... Why, that's--that's the Dream League! Alice thought to herself. She quickly calmed herself and, with both hands, nervously adjusted her neck tie, even though it didn't need any adjustment at all.
Alice looked over the artwork again. To the left was Cold Shadow in a fittingly shadowy pose and atmosphere, very nice. The ninja would have loved it, if only he could see. (Would peeking from his blindfold be considered 'cheating?') The landscapes, as well as Epcot City itself, were marvelous in detail. However, the artwork that got Alice's attention the most was the one of the Dream League. Of course, Alice was admittedly somewhat disappointed that Dreamchild was nowhere in the artwork. While she wasn't one to be called conceited, she did have some pride in herself, and so she was a little disappointed that Dreamchild was apparently not too familiar to the screever (judging from artwork, at least). But she nevertheless loved the artwork all the same.
She cleared her throat and invited herself to compliment the artist, even though she feared he probably wouldn't have heard her, since people of the crowd talked simultaneously and over each other. To compensate, Alice took a step forward, closer to the screever. She didn't realized that, from where she stood, she cast a shadow of herself onto the artwork.
"This is all wonderful, sir," she said to the screever, a smile on her pretty lips. From where Alice stood, the pavement artist had his backside turned from Alice, and so she couldn't see his face. "Your artwork is lovely!"
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Post by Justice, The Cloaked Cavalier on Jun 16, 2011 21:26:57 GMT -8
Basil had set himself to become acquainted with the layout of the Epcot City, knowing how important an exact knowledge of the city was to a detective. detective...ha! he berated himself with his won thoughts. For it seemed that this place had no need for his skills in that field.
True, there was his newly-created alternate identity of Justice, the Cloaked Cavalier. But Basil knew so little of such masked crime-fighters...could a chap actually earn a living in such a fashion?
Well, he'd better find a way, or he'd find himself the first super-powered criminal agent to drop dead of starvation in the middle of the city.
Encouraging himself with these and other like ponderings, the mouse continued his quest to familiarize himself with his surroundings, when he came upon a smallish crowd of onlookers surrounding a human on his knees upon the pavement.
"Oh, I say...a screever!" It was like a bit of home in the middle of all this 21st-century strangeness.
Basil easily wove his way between the feet of the assembled humans until he stood at the edge of the colourful drawings, gazing with unconcealed pleasure at the panorama spread at his feet.
"Very nice, sir, if I may observe. Very nice, indeed." Basil knew little about art, but he found this little touch of England a delightful change from his current dreary existence.
The subject matter, however, wasn't very English. It was a tableau of those masked criminal agents--'super-heroes,' as they were called. Although Basil was unfamiliar with the particulars, he did recognize one or two.
"What a lovely portrait," he murmured when his eye lighted upon the likeness of female mouse, the only rodent in view. True, the man hadn't even finished his drawing, but the eyes already had the makings of something quite beautiful.
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Post by Bert on Jun 16, 2011 21:27:21 GMT -8
When two new spectators approached he made a mental note of their verbal encouragement, but didn't take any immediate action in responding, as he was deep in concentration. Shortly after their arrival, the screever applied the finishing touches to the Powermouse likeness, then his attention honed-in on the shadow cast by a young girl standing behind him, whom had been one of the voices he had heard. "Wait right there; don't move a muscle!" He requested in an excited tone. While the shadow was too large to outline for the painting, the shape itself was what he wanted as a reference. He began to draw in a new area of the painting, between an open space between the likenesses of Sunshine and She-Wolf.
As he continued to work, the rough sketch of Dreamchild appeared there. "I recognize that sill-yu-ette anywhere!" He rose to a standing position and turned around, a grin on his kind face. The grin dropped to a mere smile with a tinge of puzzlement when he saw the young girl, seemingly indicating that he had been mistaken in her identity. "Oh, beggin me pardon, little lady. I thought you was someone else for a moment." He corrected himself. The young boy, who was still watching, rubbed the back of his head and blushed slightly at the attractive, young girl's sudden presence.
The artist then looked around for the source of the other voice he had heard earlier. As it turned out, it was a mouse. He was always pleased to receive praise from the broad variety of intelligent species Calisota had to offer, human, duck, and otherwise. He looked between the blonde girl and the mouse before removing his cap and nodding in a light, bowing-type act to the both of them. "Many thanks to the both of ya. It touches me 'art to see others enjoyin' me work." He humbly thanked the two latest observers before placing his flat cap back upon his head. "And seein' as we ain't acquainted none, I see fit to introduce meself. The name's Bert."
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Post by Justice, The Cloaked Cavalier on Jun 16, 2011 21:27:46 GMT -8
The mouse returned the greeting with a tip of his own hat. "Basil of--well, perhaps a simple 'Basil' will do." It was still a trifle unnerving to him to be able to converse freely with humans in this odd city. "Delighted to meet a fellow countryman."
Reaching into his pocket for a few pence to toss to Bert, in appreciation for a job well done, Basil recalled with no little embarrassment, that he had none to give. Best to change the subject.
"These, ah...persons in your drawing...tell me about them. I have seen one or two in the newpapers, but that is all. They are called 'super-heroes,' I believe? Agents of justice, combatting criminals and such, what?"
Neither Basil's embarrassment nor his quest for information blinded him to the singular incident of Bert's mistaken identity concerning the blonde girl. A trifle, perhaps, but trifles had a way of assuming greater importance when least expected. The detective filed it away in his brain for some future date.
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Post by Cold Shadow on Jun 16, 2011 21:28:23 GMT -8
"'Superheroes' is a dangerous title to apply to vigilantes who take justice into their own hands." Suddenly came an approaching voice as detective Maui Mallard made his way out of the park entrance, approaching the screever and his small gathering. Of course, Maui wasn't at the park for lallygagging, as the overworked duck rarely had time for such excursions. He actually had made plans to meet an informant there, though he wasn't too keen on meeting them at this particular park, as he had a different informant whom he had secret meetings in the park with, and meeting at the same location with different informants was risky business. However, the park was the other informant's suggestion, and it would have been suspicious to decline. But it didn't matter much, because his informant never showed, and he secretly wondered if Taurus Bulba had gotten to them first. It was a disappointment, as they apparently had good information on the dangerous criminal, but were too afraid to meet with the police directly.
Thankfully he came upon the scene too late to hear the girl's comment about the ECPD's negligence, or he'd have given a far more stern lecture than the friendly correction the artist had given to her.
He was surprised, however, to find that his other informant was one of the spectators in the crowd: Alice Liddell, aka Dreamchild, a fact he was savvy to when few people were. As, through detective work, he had deduced her identity. And, through a mishap with her psychic abilities, she had discovered his, as well. Since that time they had taken to exchanging information on occasion, which proved beneficial to both.
Of course, cover was important, so he made no indication that he recognized Alice at all. And after just an innocent stray glance in her direction he focused his attention on the paintings on the street. A lesser officer on a bad day may have told the screever to run along. Even more of a jerk of an officer may have even given him a citation, but Maui, a detective, didn't trouble himself with such piddly concerns, nor would he have done either even if he was still just a normal police officer.
He looked over the various drawings, cocking his head when he reached the Cold Shadow one. It wasn't spot-on, and there were details on his costume which were incorrect, but it was still a stunning rendition considering the only people who ever got a good look at him, besides the Dream League, were those on the wrong side of the law. He wouldn't be much of a stealth master if his mug were all over the news, after all.
He then moved his attention to the Dream League painting, putting a hand beneath his bill thoughtfully as he looked over each member. They weren't all present, but it was obvious that the screever was still in the process of completing it, as he was currently drawing in Dreamchild (coincidence?).
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Post by Dreamchild on Jun 16, 2011 21:29:00 GMT -8
Alice heard another English-accented voice, an adult male's voice, from somewhere. She tilted her head downward and saw a gentlemanly mouse address the screever. There was no mistaking it: the voice belonged to an Englishman, or in this case, an English mouse. Was the mouse from West Yorkshire? She would have greeted the mouse, but then she heard the screever's request for her to hold still. She looked at him, but she obeyed and remained still and quiet until he finished what he was doing (she couldn't quite see).
When the man, who was over six feet in height, stood and turned to converse, Alice recognized the man's changed expression as his eyes absorbed Alice's appearance. The man apologized for mistaking her identity, and Alice smiled and shook her head.
"No, no, that's quite all right!" she insisted. "You don't need to apologize." She didn't have time to look at what the man was drawing before he greeted himself to both her and the mouse.
Alice's smile became friendlier, and she nodded her head respectfully at the tall, admittedly handsome man. "It's nice to meet you, Bert." She took this opportunity to finally introduce herself to the mouse. She smiled down to him and gently waved the hand away from her satchel. "And you, too, Basil!" Still friendly, Alice's remarkably blue eyes returned up to the tall man. "It seems the three of us are all from England, what a coincidence!" Indeed, Alice's acknowledgment of Bert's accent was blatant.
She was about to introduce herself, when she heard a familiar voice in the crowd. Now, who could that be? The surprised Alice's mouth formed an 'o' shape as her curiosity piqued. She looked at the direction where the voice came from, and she saw him: Hawaiian shirt, blue baseball cap, a softboiled expression. It was Detective Maui Mallard of the ECPD.
Alice Liddell, like Maui mallard, immediately kept her appearance in check. She casually looked away from Maui Mallard and then returned her focus to the screever, and at times the mouse. Thankfully, Alice possessed telepathic talents, and she exercised said power to mentally address Maui.
<<I think you translate to artwork rather well, Mr. Mallard.>> Her comment was obviously regarding the pavement art of Cold Shadow. Alice's mental voice was just like her own, except it was transmitted directly into the duck's mind. Alice's telepathic voice echoed only slightly; it was still easily decipherable.
Even though Maui Mallard knew her identity, she could trust him. Admittedly, she found herself becoming increasingly fond of the duck, even though their first meeting was, upon retrospect, incredibly awkward.
"I'm sorry," Alice interrupted the talking screever and mouse. "My name is Alice. Alice Liddell." She smiled as she continued to admire the artwork. She decided to take a step and look at what Bert's latest drawing was. It was definitely of Dreamchild. Alice succeeded in not reacting, but it was difficult. So that's what Bert was tracing when he told Alice to remain still!
<<Goodness,>> she added to Maui's head. <<He's drawing me, too!>>
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Post by Justice, The Cloaked Cavalier on Jun 16, 2011 21:29:33 GMT -8
As the crowd began to disperse a bit, one particular figure stood out, at least to Basil's trained eye. It was one of those singular half-human, half-animal creatures that populated this place.
This particular duck-like fellow, outlandishly dressed as he was, signalled something to the girl, for, although neither acknowledged the other, she ceased her chattering, staring into space for a time.
The meaning of this brief episode was not apparrent, but doubtless it would come to light eventually. Every knot could be unravelled given enough time and effort.
Casting his observant eye upon the screever, Basil again addressed Bert, "Are there many chimneys in the city?" Basil's tiny flat hadn't even the comfort of a hearth, nor were there any chimneys in view on these huge glass-and-metal buildings. "I shouldn't think you could earn a livelihood as a sweep. If I may be so bold as to inquire, do you dance professionally, or only socially?"
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Post by Bert on Jun 16, 2011 21:29:57 GMT -8
Bert smiled pleasantly as the young lady, who had introduced herself as Alice Liddell, spoke. When she had finished he puffed out his chest with pride. "Darn right, little Miss! Jolly ol' England is me birthplace. But while it's a fine and dandy place to call yer home, America has some lovely places worth a gander, as well." He responded to her observation that the three of them were of English descent.
He turned toward the mouse, who had introduced himself as Basil, and was about to respond to the dignified rodent's inquiry about the Dream League when he suddenly heard yet another voice approaching. He turned to see a duck wearing a Hawaiian shirt and blue baseball cap emerging from the park. The duck's comment seemed a bit harsh, though it was a more well-placed argument than what the young beagle girl had said earlier, and Bert decided he would let it slide (for now, at least). Little did he know that the duck now standing among them was the alter-ego of someone he had drawn not too long ago, as was Alice.
When Basil made yet another inquiry, this time regarding Bert himself, he again directed his attention to the prim and proper mouse. "I 'appen to wear many caps, guv'na. So it wouldn't surprise me a lick if you'd seen me in one profeshun or another around Calisota." He responded with a kind smile. "But as far as dancin' is concerned, I really don't need any particular circumstances to put on me dancin' shoes... in a figure of speech, that is."
And with that, Bert stood away from his paintings, then turned to face those that had gathered. His eyes were closed, and for a few moments he stood motionless. He then began to limber up; rolling his head on his neck and giving his shoulders a few jerks. Once he had finished this, he began to engage in a solo act of singing and dancing.
"Walter was a wastrel, 'e never cared for work. Till the day that 'e fell in love, on his jobs 'e'd shirked. But on the day 'e married Ambition struck 'is 'art 'e set out to make 'is mark in life, Looking proud and smart.
'e's a solid citizen Solid as they come Staunch and steady Walter, 'e's me rock of Gibraltar. 'e's a solid citizen, All 'is life 'e spends Mixing mortar with sand and water, making cement.
All together now!
'e's a solid citizen, Solid as they come, Staunch and steady Walter, 'e's me rock of Gibraltar. 'e's a solid citizen All 'is life is spent Mixing mortar with sand and water, making cement.
Sixty years 'e labored in the construction trade. Fame and fortune had passed 'im by, No great mark 'e'd made. Then the hand of fortune brushed 'im, When stumbling from 'is pub. 'e staggered by the building site And tripped into 'is tub.
Now 'e's a solid citizen Solid as they come Staunch and steady Walter, 'e's me rock of Gibraltar. 'e's a solid citizen Fittin' how 'e went Now 'e's standing tall in the bricklayer's hall 'is own monument! Now 'e's standing tall in the bricklayer's hall 'is own monument!"
He concluded his song and dance by removing his flat cap and extending both arms out dramatically. The surrounding people began to clap lightly, though it was far from thunderous applause. Bowing lightly, he extended his cap, and a few people placed change and dollar bills into it.
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Post by Cold Shadow on Jun 16, 2011 21:31:11 GMT -8
Maui made no visible indication, but he was still a bit put-off by Alice's ability to project her thoughts directly into his mind. It was a weird and invasive feeling, but it was also an indispensable asset in some situations, this being one of them.
<<I'd be lying if I said I ever expected to walk out of the park and see a drawing of myself on the sidewalk.>> He responded to Alice's comment, projecting his own thought back at her. Without full knowledge of how her powers worked, he had to be careful of what he thought about when he was around her. He never knew if she'd pick up on it. <<I sure could go for a chicken quasadilla right about now.>> His thoughts added. Well, so much for being careful.
<<Oh, sorry. Just thinking aloud.>> He added afterward... then paused on that comment, because he actually wasn't thinking 'aloud.' He brushed off the complexity of his last statement given the psychic situation.
<<Yeah, he is drawing you. He's not too bad at it, either.>> He mentally responded when Alice brought up the artist's rendering of her alter-ego. His work was pretty detailed. It seemed a shame that, sooner or later, all of his hard work would disappear from the concrete slabs. It seemed more practical to do such artistic work on paper, but Maui wouldn't question the screever's judgment. He clearly knew what he was doing.
Maui watched with a stoic (humorously so) facial expression when the artist began a song-and-dance routine. He had never heard the song in which man was singing, and thus he didn't join in when prompted; he just continued to stand and stare. At least some people were still having fun in a city wrought with crime.
When the man concluded his song, Maui pushed up the brim of his baseball cap with his fingers, scratching at his scalp in bewilderment. He then removed his wallet from inside his shirt, removed a dollar, and placed it his the man's flat cap. Though the act of taking out the wallet and putting it back again was brief, an observant sort may have caught a quick glimpse of either his ECPD detective's badge and/or his holstered firearm.
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Post by Justice, The Cloaked Cavalier on Jun 16, 2011 21:31:25 GMT -8
Well, Basil's deductions about the screever certainly did not bring the astonished looks and admiring exclamations he'd come to expect. Apparently, his one talent would pass unnoticed in this somewhat dismal future. It was enough to bring on one of the moods of depression Basil was so prone to.
Contrariwise, Bert seemed to be a man of many and varied talents. Which was fortunate, for as he broke into spontaneous song, it so reminded the mouse of England, that his mood was instantly lightened.
"Oh, bravo. Well done, old chap," applauded Basil at the comic song, just the sort of thing one might hear in the local pub.
The well-deserved outpouring of money, however, once again brought home to Basil how destitute he was at the moment. Threatening again to fall into a black mood, he barely flicked an eyebrow at the pistol spotted concealed on the duck-gentleman's person.
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Post by Dreamchild on Jun 16, 2011 21:31:41 GMT -8
Alice looked from the Dreamchild portrait and smiled femininely at the tall Englishman. Admittedly, his accent was a little peculiar and hard to pinpoint, but the man was definitely charming and one of the happiest men she's seen in Epcot City, if not the happiest. Her right hand rested on her brown satchel, while her left hand gripped her left hip, as she listened to the first ten or so seconds of the man's conversation with the English mouse. The mouse was a very inquisitive man, and Alice didn't wish to interrupt his curiosity. After all, she could relate--she was also naturally curious.
Alice smiled jovially when Maui Mallard apologized for his mental tangent. Secretly, she felt disturbed that a duck would want to eat domesticated chicken, but she didn't express her feelings. She looked at the pavement art once again, her smile increasing in warmth. As Dreamchild, Alice had to be careful to not care too much about what everyone in Epcot City thought of her. After all, there are plenty of people who aren't receptive of the vigilantes, and that can't be helped. Still, it was very flattering that a man understood what the Dream League meant, and what they were trying to achieve: to battle with the evil that so plagues Epcot City. This man's obvious respect for the Dream League, emphasized by this gorgeous artwork, touched Alice's heart.
<<When I get back to the Overlook, I'll tell everyone about this man's artwork.>>
Alice's thoughts were interrupted by Bert's song and dance. Alice watched the Englishman as he dance and sang a song that was meant to be humorous. Bert's dancing was incredible and revealed to the public what a lithe dancer he was. However, the lyrics obviously got an unexpected reaction from Alice. She had never heard the song before, and, for a moment, she wished a little that she never did.
Alice's smile had faded by the time the song concluded, and she looked somewhat downcast. Even though it was just a song, and the titular solid citizen wasn't real, she felt pity for the man's fate.
After the applause had died down, Alice looked up to the man again and clapped softly, blatantly late. "That was nice," she said, "but I do feel sorry for Walter. The story was a little sad." After a short inhale, Alice reached into her satchel and dug inside to retrieve a quarter. "But..." She smiled faintly when she retrieved a quarter from her satchel, and she dropped it into Bert's cap. Delivering the quarter to the man through telekinesis was strictly out of the question.
"It's not a British penny," Alice lightly jested, "but American currency should help just as well!"
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Post by Bert on Jun 16, 2011 21:33:33 GMT -8
Bert's smile was wide and genuine as people from the audience approached him to place small tokens of esteem in his cap as a show that they enjoyed his routine. Even the blue-capped mallard and his newest acquaintance, Alice, were kind enough to pitch in. Even though some present hadn't rewarded his efforts, it didn't bother him in the least. His song and dance routine had been something he had wanted to do, not something he expected payment to do. Any money he received as a result was a bonus; not an obligation. Bert was as far removed from greedy as just about anyone could hope to get.
"Thank ye kindly, one 'n all!" Bert called out as people applauded him. He nodded and smiled at Basil's comment, casting the mouse a focused glance. "Perhaps next time we could do a duet! Whad'ya say to that?" He said comically; though it was difficult to discern whether he was joking or being serious with the comment.
Alice had been the last to place money into his flat cap. Once it became apparent that no one else would be placing any money within it, Bert raised his hat up and placed it upon his head. He received some awkward looks and a couple of gasps as he did this... and yet none of the money fell out when he placed the cap upon his head. In fact, there wasn't even so much as the sound of rattling change. A second later he removed the cap dramatically, revealing that the money within had vanished. He got some amused reactions as people speculated amongst themselves how he had accomplished his latest trick.
He directed his attention back to Alice. "Any gift from a fine young lady such's yerself is adequate a'nuff for me, I says. Though if'n it's a British penny you want, I don't see why ya don't just use this one you've got kept behind yer ear." And having said that, Bert reached over, his fingertips about a half inch from Alice's right ear, and proceeded to produce a single, British penny. This was, of course, one of the oldest tricks in the book.
"Hm. Seems pleasin' enough. But 'ow 'bout a Liddell penny?" Taking the coin atop his left thumb and using his index finger as the base, he flipped the coin into the air, catching it in his left hand. He then slapped his left hand (and the coin) down over the top of his right hand. When he pulled his hand away, the coin had landed on heads... though the visage on the coin was of none other than Alice herself. This trick was especially for Alice, as the majority of the audience couldn't make out the details of such a small coin unless they were standing rather close.
"A gift to commemorate our new found friendship!" Bert told Alice, casting her a warm smile as he offered her the coin.
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Post by Cold Shadow on Jun 16, 2011 21:34:18 GMT -8
Maui felt a bit relieved that Alice didn't comment on his stray thought. Perhaps she hadn't actually heard that one? Yes, he'd just tell himself that to ease his mind, whether it was true or not.
He continued to watch with some mild interest as the screever produced a magic trick with his money-filled cap. So he went from being an artist to a singer and dancer to doing magic tricks. He certainly was the most well-rounded street performer Maui had ever encountered in Epcot City. When he produced a coin from behind Alice's ear Maui's face sunk a bit. That magic trick was about as original as shouting 'alakazam' right along with it. But when he flipped the coin and it changed to reflect a portrait of Alice upon it, Maui was close enough (and observant enough) to have noticed. And that, folks, was a magic trick Maui couldn't hope to describe.
<<How did he do that?>> Maui mentally asked Alice, stroking his chin (or at least where his chin would be, though more appropriately he stroked the bottom of his bill) thoughtfully as he went over some ideas in his mind. But, honestly, unless this street performer carried around coins of every resident of Epcot City (which would be rather creepy), he just couldn't think of a logical means of explaining what he had just witnessed other than it having been authentic magic. And in a city full of costumed weirdos with all sorts of powers and abilities, the notion wasn't as far-fetched to Maui as it once would have been.
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Post by El Tirador on Jun 16, 2011 21:34:56 GMT -8
Panchito sauntered down the street of the unfamiliar city, spurs clicking on the pavement, with a saddlebag containing all his worldly goods slung over his shoulder. He had just arrived, and Epcot City was giving him a stiff neck.
Not from gawking at the high-rises, for, though they were impressive, the rooster had seen plenty of skyscrapers in Buenos Aries and other great cities.
No, it was from the many pretty girls who strolled by, jerking his head first to one side and then back the other way. A pleasant way to pass the time.
His pockets were as empty as his stomache, and so the vacquero decided to take a break from his search for an old amigo and earn a few pesos. This looked like a good place with lots of rich people, so he dropped the bags on the sidewalk, pulled his battered guitar from behind his back, and bagean to strum.
It wouldn't be the first time Panchito sang for his supper, but before he could get properly started, he heard another voice singing away. Curious, the rooster followed the sound in time to catch the end of the act. A very tall stranger sang and danced for coins, just as Panchito had intended, and received a nice hat-ful, too.
Bueno! Panchito was right--this was a good spot.
"Bravo, senor!" he shouted with genuine appreciation, and began to play the same tune the man had just sung. "Do you wish for some music to sing to?"
Maybe they could work the crowd together, if the stranger was willing. If not, then Panchito would have to move on to another corner.
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Post by Dreamchild on Jun 16, 2011 21:35:39 GMT -8
Alice watched in wonder as Bert placed the cap on his head, and no coins escaped or rattled. When Bert removed his hat again to reveal that the money had disappeared, Alice was very impressed by the trick. Alice was highly fond of illusionists, and she was happy to have met one. He was an illusionist, an artist, a singer, a dancer... was there anything he couldn't do?
Bert then performed one of the oldest tricks in the book, as well as the least interesting: the illusion of removing a coin from behind/inside the ear. Alice had seen this trick (also performed for her) many times over before, and so she was not impressed. Nevertheless, she smiled politely and allowed the talented man to perform, though her smile lost sincerity.
That changed, though, when Bert added a twist to this mundane trick: the penny turned into a 'Liddell penny,' complete with Alice's visage on the coin! Alice gasped and covered her mouth with both hands as her wide sapphire eyes stared at the coin. She was unsettled by the trick, but when she looked up to see the man's face, it was warm and kind, and Alice was calmed by the face. She even smiled with sincerity once more, and she accepted the coin and pocketed it in her uniform jacket. "Thank you, sir. That was wonderful!"
That was when she heard Maui Mallard's mental query. <<I don't know, Maui!>> Even her mental voice was louder and with a surprised tone. <<I don't know if we can trust him, but, but he seems kind. But on the other hand...>> If there was one thing Alice learned as Dreamchild, it's that not everything was as it seemed.
As she trailed off in her thought, she heard a new voice: a Mexican accent that belonged to a fun-loving, boisterous rooster. The English human looked at the bird with curiosity. The bird's accent was definitely Mexican, and the girl immediately noticed said bird's talent for guitar-playing.
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Post by El Tirador on Jun 16, 2011 21:36:06 GMT -8
Panchito's fingers raced across the strings, embellishing the simple melody in true Latino style. Some of the onlookers began to move on, but a few seemed to appreciate the change of venue, even tossing a few coins into the sombrero placed strategically on the sidewalk.
Shielding his beak with his hand, Panchito whispered to the tall hombre, "Do you wish to work together and split the monies, Senor? Or else I will move on." The vacquero was no claim-jumper.
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Post by Justice, The Cloaked Cavalier on Jun 16, 2011 21:37:37 GMT -8
At the man's suggestion, Basil blanched visibly. Perform comic songs on the streetcorner? Although he had enjoyed the entertainment, the mouse was no singer, and he only danced socially, not for exhibition.
"Thank you, no, I must be going," he began to murmur, making his excuses while searching for a swift means of egress, when another...being joined the group. Foreigner, by his accent...not very well-off...only just arrived in the city...works with horses...wearing sidearms, which was rather surprising.
The cheeky rooster simply joined in on the musical presentation, which suited Basil just fine, as it might serve to cover his own exit.
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Post by El Tirador on Jun 16, 2011 21:38:01 GMT -8
Responding to the lively tune Panchito played, several strollers tossed coins at his feet. Not a fortune, by any means; just a few nickels and dimes. The rooster finished with a flourish, bowed extravagantly to the thinning crowd, and scooped up the money, holding it out for the tall man.
"You see, my frien'? We make a good team, no?"
This could turn into a profitable enterprise, but, first things first. "Perdón, but I am looking for an amigo of mine, Senor Donald Duck. Do you know where he lives, por favor?"
Panchito had come a long way to visit his old pal.
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Post by Bert on Jun 16, 2011 21:38:14 GMT -8
Bert was distracted away from Alice at the arrival of a new individual. Though it was quickly made apparent that this rooster was not a mere spectator, but a performer, as well! The kind jack-of-all-trades adjusted his flat cap and offered a warm smile to the newest member of the street performance.
This Spanish rooster sure had some pep to him, to say the least. He seemed full of zest and prone to speaking in a hurried manner. Why, the rooster had spoken up three times before he himself had even had the opportunity to respond to his first inquiry. A more impatient man might have been irritated, but the ever-friendly Bert was nothing but excited at the prospect of making a new amigo.
"And a good day to you, traveler!" Bert addressed the Spanish avian. He was about to address him further when he took note of Basil's intended departure. He knelt down, as to be closer to the rodent. "Well it was a pleasure to have met'cha, Basil. I have the faintest feelin' that we'll be crossin' paths again some day." He said with a nod, then rose and faced the rooster.
"Donald Duck? Why, I know just the very person you mean, guv'na! But I'm afraid you've found yerself in the wrong city. Sho enough 'e's in Calisota, but the fine-feathered friend you seek lives in Duckburg, and this 'ere is Epcot City. 1313 Webfoot Walk is 'is address. Duckburg, Calisota." He informed the rooster.
"Now, then. About yer earlier inquiry; I think it's a splendid idea to join forces!" He said with a tone of delight. When the rooster offered him some of the latest earnings, Bert waved a hand and shook his head in polite denial. "That's all yours, friend. I wager you'll be needin' it for your trip to Duckburg. But, what do you say we 'ave ourselves a little team-up before you go? Whad'ya say, folks?" With the tail end of his last statement he looked between the spectators who had gathered. Some vocally gave their approval, while others clapped their consent.
"Looks like the people 'ave spoken! 'ere's a lit'l somethin' I figure you know. Join in at your leisure!" And with that, Bert cleared his throat and prepared for another song.
"Oh Baía, when twilight is deep in the sky, Baiá Someone that I long to see, keeps hauntin' my memory And so the loneliness deep in my 'art calls to you, calls to you!
Oh Baía, I live in the memory of many dreams ago When the stars were bright and you were mine alone My love for you cannot die, though the oceans run dry Or heaven's call from the sky, now yer gone!
Baía, can't you 'ere my lonely call? Morena, make my life complete again! How I pray for the day when I’ll see your smile And my heart will beat again!
Oh Baía, when twilight is deep in the sky, Baía Someone that I long to see, keeps hauntin' my memory And so the loneliness deep in my 'art calls to you, calls to you! Oh Baía..."
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Post by El Tirador on Jun 16, 2011 21:39:04 GMT -8
Panchito should've been dismayed to learn he was in the wrong city, but he just shrugged good-naturedly. What were a few more miles when he'd already come so far? At least the stranger knew of Donald.
"You are Donald's amigo also? My name is Panchito Pistoles." It was certainly past time for introductions, and maybe Donald had spoken of him at one time or another.
Dropping the coins in his pocket, the rooster prepared to leave, as he still had a long walk ahead of him, when the tall man surprised him with another, and this time familiar song.
The vacquero couldn't help joining in with both voice and guitar to such an old favorite.
When the song was through, he deposited his guitar behind his back, commenting, "Not so many grin--I mean, anglos know this song. You are one hokay guy, my frien'." With that, Panchito seized the other's hand and pumped it mercilessly, though in a friendly way.
And just so as not to leave anybody out, he proceeded to shake the mouse's hand as well, although Panchito's enthusiastic greeting administered to a creature so small shook Basil up and down like a Mexican jumping bean.
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Post by Justice, The Cloaked Cavalier on Jun 16, 2011 21:39:56 GMT -8
It felt more like an earthquake than a handshake, thought Basil as he tried unsuccessfully to stammer out a proper greeting. When the rooster finally released his hand, the mouse continued to vibrate for a bit, finally landing on the seat of his trousers on the pavement.
Mortified, he rose to his feet, attempted to adjust his rumpled appearance, and muttered his name with an uncivil, "Charmed, I'm sure."
Having spent quite enough time at the makeshift concert, enjoyable though it had been, Basil determined to continue his study of the city's plan. Accordingly, he tossed farewells all round and made his way down the street, though he pondered this Dream League as he went. Very interesting indeed...
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Post by She-Wolf on Jun 16, 2011 21:40:56 GMT -8
And just as Basil went on his way, yet another citizen of Epcot City would arrive on the scene.
It was a young girl who appeared to be in her late teens, although her height was only slightly shorter than average for such an age. Short, thick brown hair, just barely reaching the bottom of her neck, covered her head, and she had striking eyes that seemed to be grayish in color, and had a lonesome, wary look about them. While her facial features were clear enough, her body shape seemed nondescript thanks to her clothing; a loose, baggy hooded sweater of a dark blue color, and long jeans that were of a slightly lighter hue of blue. The mysterious girl was San - much better known to the rest of Epcot City as a member of the Dream League, She-Wolf.
San, frankly, disliked the city... which essentially went hand in hand with her general dislike of being around people. But she was not out and about simply to enjoy herself - unlike Alice, she was on a mission. She felt she couldn't trust the news or police reports alone on the matter of crimes happening in the city - they were, like all people, fallible, and couldn't catch everything that was going on. San knew there were crimes going on out there that were being unnoticed, and if nobody else was going to bother ensuring that they were stopped, then she would.
She felt she would have better luck doing so - and would go unnoticed by the city folk, most likely all of whom would recognize her as She-Wolf - while 'disguised' as an average civilian. In addition to her wardrobe change, she had a distinct lack of several things that would have made her immediately recognizable as She-Wolf; her headband and large, round earrings were missing, and there were not crimson paint markings on her face. It had been quite some time since she had worn anything besides her animal-skin forest clothing, though... many years, in fact. She was even just a little reluctant to wear human clothes once again, but, to be honest... she didn't mind it too much. She hated to admit it, but it was actually nice to be wearing them again. She found the clothes she currently wore to be particularly comfortable, and they thankfully weren't too hot in this chilly weather. Still, even now... it was just a little difficult to come to terms with walking out and about in the city as an average "civilian". Was she finally coming to terms with human society...? O-of course not, she told herself. The more she thought about such things, the angrier she became with herself... so she put those thoughts aside, for now. She was on a mission, and that was all.
A large, noisy gathered crowd of people, including both humans and anthropomorphic animals, eventually caught her attention as she wandered through the city. From the laughter and happy voices (not to mention the singing, which she had managed to just hear the last of) she heard, she gathered that it wasn't the scene of a crime... but, all the same, it made her just the slightest bit curious. She quietly wandered over to the scene by the front gates of the park, trying to get a good look at what was so interesting... when something very interesting indeed caught her eye. Sidewalk art... of the Dream League...!
San's almost permanently morose, disinterested expression showed visible intrigue as her eyebrows lifted. She figured she shouldn't be too surprised by it... there were plenty of people in the city that admired the Dream League's efforts. Not that San cared too much about that. But she certainly didn't expect to come across something like this... seeing a portrait of herself drawn on the sidewalk was a pretty unusual experience. What surprised her the most was how well the likeness was... it looked almost like a stylized photograph of her. Were people taking pictures of her and drawing from them...?! She wasn't sure she liked the sound of that...
San was definitely curious, more than anything, about just who had drawn this. She lifted her gaze up from the sidewalk to see a gangly young man with a boisterous voice and animated movements, who seemed to be the real center of attention here... was it him that drew this?
Whether she realized it or not, San had become distracted from her mission, and quietly stood in the midst of the crowd, observing the man with solemn curiosity. Her eyes also wandered around to glance at those close to him... a noisy red rooster, a young girl with long blonde hair (she vaguely reminded San of Dreamchild), and... Maui Mallard? The duck detective? What was he doing here...? San's eyebrows lowered - now she was more interested in these goings on than ever.
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Post by Cold Shadow on Jun 16, 2011 21:41:05 GMT -8
<<Yeah, he-->> Maui train of thought was cut-off at the arrival of a colorful (both figuratively and literally) rooster. Apparently, the rooster was also a performer, and both he and Bert performed together, much to the amusement of the crowd. Maui continued to watch with mixed emotions and a rather stoic facial expression. Although he knew he had better things to be doing with his time, he couldn't bring himself to leave just yet. He felt like a moth entranced by a flame. He had a brief mental image of what Chief O'Hara would say, were he to stumble by and catch him loitering about at a street performance. He discarded the thought nearly as quickly as it had cropped up. After all, he was currently on his own time.
Watching as the rooster (who had introduced himself as Panchito Pistoles, in the long run) and the mouse (Basil) left to pursue their own agendas, he pushed up the brim of his blue baseball cap with his left hand, scratching at his scalp as he ruffled the feathers which poked out there.
The duck detective then noticed that the sky had darkened. Glancing skyward he noted that dark gray clouds were eclipsing the sun. On retrospect, the weather report he had observed on the news earlier in the day had mentioned a chance for rain. At present, however, there was no rain falling. It seemed evident that it soon would, however. As he looked back down he saw that others had come to the same realization that he had, and large chunks of the audience were departing, breaking to the four winds as they went back to their daily routine.
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Post by Bert on Jun 16, 2011 21:42:08 GMT -8
The friendly street performer raised his cap and bid farewell to Panchito and Basil as they left. He had a hunch that he hadn't seen the last of either of them, which was a warming feeling to him. He certainly wouldn't mind encountering either fine individual again in the future, and perhaps joining together with Panchito once again for another gig. Once they had faded from his view he placed his flat cap back upon his head, turning back toward those who remained (though many had begun to dissipate with the arrival of storm clouds).
"I sure hope that Panchito fella manages to find his friend." Bert stated, his gaze jumping from Alice, to the duck in the Hawaiian shirt who had yet to introduce himself, though was thoughtful enough to have tipped him, and then back to Alice. "Friends are one o' the most important things in life, if'n I do say so meself; which I just did! Ol' Bert 'ere's traveled the world, and I've made friends just about everywhere I went, and you can bet that's the truth. I'll wager a pretty young thing such as yerself has lots of friends."
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Post by Dreamchild on Jun 16, 2011 21:42:15 GMT -8
Alice watched and listened Bert and the rooster conversed about Donald Duck. The name was unfamiliar to the girl, and she was curious to know more about this seemingly important waterfowl. Even Bert knew him, and Donald evidently lived in a different city. Was Bert so personable with everyone in Calisota?
Alice's thoughts were interrupted by another song number from the jack-of-all-trades, as well as the rooster. The rooster had a great voice, and was also an accomplished guitarist. The song pleased the girl, and she was immediately taken with the melody and lyrics. Compared to the surprisingly depressing Solid Citizen, this new song was much more charming. When the song concluded, she applauded just as she did with the previous song, except this time the clap was far more sincere. "That was lovely!" she said to both the man and the rooster.
After the rooster and Basil departed, the little girl didn't have time to notice the presence of someone new: a young Japanese-American woman in baggy clothes. She didn't have time because she was addressed by Bert. The man proudly declared that friends are vitally important in life. He proceeded to compliment her and insinuate that she has a lot of friends.
After Bert said his words and looked her in the eyes, Alice's face was numb with shock for a few seconds. Her cheeks quickly reddened as she blushed profusely. Not knowing how to react, she smiled gently--helplessly, and she looked away from Bert's eyes, down to her twiddling hands, almost ashamedly. It was clear that Bert had struck a chord with her.
"Erm. Thank you, but no. No--no, I mean--what I mean is, I, I--I.." She hated being the center of attention like this. She felt like she was shrinking, and felt as though she could shrink into nothingness, and go out like a candle.
She knew that she had to look the man in the eye again to be polite. It was difficult, but she managed. She looked to Bert's eyes. Her cheeks, red as tomatoes and controlled sadness in her eyes, responded to him. "I don't have too many friends. At least, not before I came here, in America."
Then she thought of the Dream League. Were they her friends? Then she thought of Maui Mallard--the urge to look to him was staggering, but she didn't. Did he consider her a friend at all?
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Post by She-Wolf on Jun 16, 2011 21:42:35 GMT -8
It seemed that San's interest had led her to nothing special in particular. It looked like Maui Mallard wasn't on a mission, himself... all he was doing was standing around and watching that man with the strange accent; he'd obviously just stopped by to watch the show. Some hardcore detective, San bitterly thought... unaware of the irony of that very thought, when she, too, had taken time out of her day to watch the last of it.
For now, however, her attention had drifted to the young blonde girl. As she spoke and moved about... San became increasingly surprised at just how much she continued to remind her of Dreamchild. Their voices sounded practically the same... but... no, don't push it, San told herself. It's just a coincidence - a striking similarity. Very striking... but still just a coincidence.
San looked around her, taking notice of the slowly parting crowd... no doubt because of those dark clouds gathering overhead, which she noticed as her grayish eyes drifted upward to the sky. She, too, should be moving on, she realized. There was nothing of interest, here, even if Epcot City's most renowned detective was standing about... it was just a street performance. Crimes were happening, elsewhere, and she needed to be there when they were.
And so, San began to move on from the crowd, trudging onward with her hands buried into the pockets of her sweater. The path she took to leave, however, would have given Bert a good look at her face (and her humorless, almost cold facial expression) before she walked too far away.
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Post by The Masked Mallard on Jun 16, 2011 21:42:57 GMT -8
Just as She-Wolf was departing, another Dreamer was arriving on the scene. It was Scrooge McDuck, dressed in his blue broadcloth coat and red spats, one hand clutched around his trusty cane. Though it might seem a bit odd for a wealthy citizen such as himself to be walking around here, it was such a fine day that he decided to come to the park and bring along his nephews Huey, Dewey, and Louie, as well as the grandchild of the boys' nanny, Webbigail.
Earlier, they had spent time playing a little baseball before deciding to walk around the park. The youths' enthusiasm was contagious, and soon Scrooge was laughing and talking animatedly along with them -- about school, about their respective days had gone, and other topics. Scrooge relished spending time with the children like this. A few years ago, his life hadn't been like this. He had been more consumed with wealth then interacting with his family members. Why, were it not for the children, he might've wound up like Shere Kahn, or Flinheart Glomgold: heartless, selfish men with no loved ones in their lives.
Noticing the sudden absence of sunshine, Scrooge glanced up at the sky and noticed heavy dark clouds beginning to roll in. "Blast. We just may have to cut our day short." His announcement was greeted by much groaning and mutterings of displeasure. Scrooge raised a hand to try and halt the griping. "Now now, we're not going to let some rain spoil our day, are we? We'll go to the ice cream parlor." Their previous complaints forgotten, the four children enthusiastically voiced their approval of their uncle's idea.
There was a crowd up ahead, though it was slowly petering away, probably due to the weather. Attracted by the gathering, Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webbigail ran up ahead to see what was going on. Scrooge took his time. Lord knows he got enough running in as the Masked Mallard.
"Wow, look at this, Unca Scrooge!" He heard Louie shout. He and the other three ducklings had made their way to the forefront of the crowd, which really wasn't much of a crowd anymore.
Drawing closer, the old duck adjusted his spectacles and raised his eyebrows in interest as he took in the image on the pavement. It was a chalk drawing of the Dream League, including himself as Masked Mallard. He wasn't vain, but he had to admit the likeness was uncanny and rather flattering. He also saw a separate drawing of that ninja fellow, Cold Shadow. Scrooge turned his gaze to a human who seemed to have a friendly air about him nearby. The artist, perhaps? He was speaking to young girl with long golden hair
"Look, he got She-Wolf and Sir Pendragon!" Huey exclaimed, pointing to the superheroes in question.
"And Sunshine and Powermouse! They're the best!" Webbigail gushed.
Scrooge merely chuckled at their comments. If they only knew...
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Post by Cold Shadow on Jun 16, 2011 21:43:52 GMT -8
When Bert started to go on about the importance of friendship, before initiating what was apparently a touchy subject for Alice, Detective Maui Mallard concluded that he had likely idled here for too long. If Bulba had, in fact, apprehended his informant, Maui was essentially back to square one in getting enough dirt on the crime lord to find him and lock him away for good. And not all of the singing and magic tricks in the world could lift the defeated detective's mood with that realization.
Turning away from Alice and Bert, Maui intended to walk in the direction leading back to his home when four young children whizzed past him. He didn't focus on them for long though; not when he observed who was approaching next. It was none other than Scrooge McDuck, the richest duck in all of the world. And walking around with the common people, no less. Today had been one strange encounter after the other for Maui Mallard.
He quickly ascertained that the wealthy duck was here with the four children he had just seen. Likely heading to the park, though not if the storm warning had anything to say about it. Once again distracted (he was bad with that), and a bit intrigued, he turned back to face the newest arrivals.
Though, once the bulk of the crowd had departed, he noticed a suspicious figure in their midst. Honing in on them he then saw that it was a young girl, and he eased up a bit with that realization. Still, she looked somewhat familiar to him, though he couldn't quite place where he had seen her before. He stroked the underside of his bill, closing one eye, as he became lost in thought.
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Post by Bert on Jun 16, 2011 21:44:44 GMT -8
"Ohhh, come, now." Bert responded to the flustered Alice, dropping down to a crouch to be more at eye level with the considerably shorter blonde. He adjusted his flat cap and offered a sincere smile. "Y'know, I bet you have more friends'n you give yerself credit for. Sometimes we find we have friends in places we might not normally consider. But when yer really down on yer luck, that's the best time when you'll find out 'oo your friends really are." He advised her.
Glancing up, he noted that another girl was passing by. She had a haunting, solemn expression on her face which struck Bert as tragic. He had seen that look before, but rarely in one so young. Going back to a full stand he turned to face her. "'ere, now! You wasn't gonna run off just yet, now were ya?" He addressed her. "I 'ave a good feelin' you might want to stick around. The real show's liable to be startin' 'ere soon enough. And, call it'a hunch, but I've a strong feelin' you're a main character in said show." Bert said with a wink. Perhaps he could find a way to insert some joy into those eyes which ominously reflected the gray of the clouds above.
His attention then went to four ducklings approaching his sidewalk art. He smiled as they admired it, professing their fondness for certain members of the Dream League. Who followed them was certainly not one who was unknown to the worldly Bert. "Well! If it ain't Scrooge McDuck 'imself!" Bert announced with enthusiasm. "And 'e's brought some fine art admirers along!" He added, grinning toward the four children.
Shifting his position, he stood in such a way where he could easily look between Scrooge and his group as well as Alice and the rather serious newcomer. "See 'ere, Alice? All the money in the world, and what's 'e doin'? Spendin' time with his loved ones. I think Mr. McDuck understands the importance of friendship, to be sure."
He looked between the four youthful ducks, the duck in the hawaiian shirt, and the girl in the hooded sweatshirt. At that point, the aforementioned six, as well as Alice, Scrooge, and Bert himself, were the only remnants left of the gathering. Everyone else had departed, leaving the nine of them remaining. "For those of you just now joinin' us, and for a certain someone who's stuck to a self-imposed vow of silence, me name's Bert. How about some introductions all 'round?" He introduced himself, then awaited to see if his suggestion that they all exchange names would be accepted among them.
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