Post by Madam Macabre on Jun 9, 2012 21:55:49 GMT -8
A lingering chill crawled into Morgana’s bones as she pulled the window shut, muffling the screaming wind that raged outside her shop. Memories of her Aunty Shrill returned, a banshee who wailed mercilessly into the pitch of night. Squished between two buildings was House Macabre looking quite peculiar and mismatched in the urban setting, akin to the owner herself. The interior was ornamented with heavy rugs in rich blues and burnt burgundies, and furnished in the dark chocolate textures of ebony wood. Astronomical charts and other wall hangings featuring symbols of the magical arts sparsely dotted the walls, while candles of all sizes, some distorted with tears of wax, filled sconces, casting a bewitching light throughout the dwelling’s three rooms. At the back of the main area, a bookcase groaned under the weight of spell volumes, but the space never felt cramped. In the center of it all was a sleek table standing on iron legs wrought in elaborately curved patterns; a silk cloth, black as night and embroidered with silver star bursts was draped overtop. On one side of the table was a tall backed chair, elaborately carved and thickly padded with cushioning in red wine velvet; a smaller chair that was less visually striking, but no less comfortable, sat on the opposite side. The eye stealing attraction however was the giant crystal ball stationed in the middle of the table, in the opened branches of a brass stand shaped as a tree.
Here the sorceress Morgana McCawber played the psychic.
Madam Macabre, she was called, a pseudonym chosen to mask her true identity. The sorceress had attracted the attention of heroes and villains alike since she established herself in St. Canard, but as the population of villains rose across Calisota, Morgana felt it would be safer to keep a low profile. Unable to truly see the future she had to cleverly find ways to interpret false readings, resorting to magic and careful questioning. Given the location of her business, this new profession brought the vile scum of St. Canard to her doorstep anyway and as a reformed criminal now affiliated with good, she used this dual identity to act as an informant for Darkwing Duck and his Dream League companions.
Morgana sat in the high backed chair at her table pouring over one of her magic tomes. Looking up into the crystal ball she wiggled her fingers and chanted,
”Hocus pocus
And ugly locusts
Bring Darkwing Duck into focus!”
Purple-blue haze like the kind Darkwing emerged from filled the sphere, but when it cleared a grasshopper was found trapped inside the orb instead. She squeaked in horror and quickly freed the insect with a zap of magic.
Her bat familiars Eek and Squeak hovered around her after she breathed a frustrated sigh and she caught Archie the spider in an affectionate squeeze before he scuttled away. As powerful as she could be, Morgana’s spells were clumsy from time to time.
“It looks like it’s going to be a quiet night,” she told her animal companions, gazing through the crackling neon orange sign that blinked ”Open” in her window.
Here the sorceress Morgana McCawber played the psychic.
Madam Macabre, she was called, a pseudonym chosen to mask her true identity. The sorceress had attracted the attention of heroes and villains alike since she established herself in St. Canard, but as the population of villains rose across Calisota, Morgana felt it would be safer to keep a low profile. Unable to truly see the future she had to cleverly find ways to interpret false readings, resorting to magic and careful questioning. Given the location of her business, this new profession brought the vile scum of St. Canard to her doorstep anyway and as a reformed criminal now affiliated with good, she used this dual identity to act as an informant for Darkwing Duck and his Dream League companions.
Morgana sat in the high backed chair at her table pouring over one of her magic tomes. Looking up into the crystal ball she wiggled her fingers and chanted,
”Hocus pocus
And ugly locusts
Bring Darkwing Duck into focus!”
Purple-blue haze like the kind Darkwing emerged from filled the sphere, but when it cleared a grasshopper was found trapped inside the orb instead. She squeaked in horror and quickly freed the insect with a zap of magic.
Her bat familiars Eek and Squeak hovered around her after she breathed a frustrated sigh and she caught Archie the spider in an affectionate squeeze before he scuttled away. As powerful as she could be, Morgana’s spells were clumsy from time to time.
“It looks like it’s going to be a quiet night,” she told her animal companions, gazing through the crackling neon orange sign that blinked ”Open” in her window.