Why hello there~ You've probably stumbled upon this profile asking yourself, "Just who is this gorgeous creature?" followed by an urge to kiss my feet. I suppose I can take time out of my busy schedule to introduce myself.
My name is Malicia Morrigan Lillith MaCawber, but you can call me 'Malicia' for short. I am a young and ambitious demoness with a taste for trouble. You may be familiar with my surname... that's because I am the cousin of Morgana MaCawber, the goodie two-shoes girlfriend of Darkwing Duck. My cousin and I do not see eye to eye... in fact I find her to be quite pathetic, having given up her criminal title for that puny little waif who poses as a so-called 'hero'.
I always get what I want. If I see something I desire, I simply take it. Money holds no meaning for me. Regardless, I enjoy the occasional bank heist, especially when my Eviklins and I go on a romantic crime spree by the moonlight. I also love jewelry. That's a nice watch you're wearing, by the by... *coy smile*
Despite my criminal lifestyle, I can be a very loyal ally if you get on my good side. But get on my bad side and, well... let's not think about that shall we?
"I can think of better things to be doing than sitting around in some restaurant." Adjusting his fedora on the way out, he gave her a sly grin. "Can't you?"
As stated, the concept of paying for anything was rather foreign to Negaduck, and he was already up and heading for the exit. "What're you doin', toots?" He glanced behind himself in annoyance. "Let's get moving!"
The drake opposite didn't even notice his food being put down - he was staring at Malicia with his jaw on the table top. He couldn't decide whether to be impressed or horrified. Eventually, he reached up to seize the waiter, who was still unloading plates, by the collar. "Better double that order," Negaduck hissed, "Or she'll be eating ME next."
"'Course." Taking a sip from his wine glass coolly, Negaduck mulled over the night's events. After a moment he asked, "So, you think Dorkwing will ever make it out of Vegas? If she doesn't end up dead down an alley, I hope she'll at least get picked up for indecent exposure! Hah!" Trust a villain to turn to the demise of their enemies for small talk.
"And I'll have the vitello saltinbocacwhatever." The menu was practically thrown back at the unfortunate waiter, and Negaduck smirked at the hungry demoness. "No dessert?"
"That guy looked familiar," Negaduck muttered vaguely after the waiter had left, turning his menu around and upsidedown like he didn't know what to make of it.
"What? Oh yeah, sure." Peeling his eyes off a high-end jewellery store across the street, Negaduck opened the restaurant's door for her - given that he could occasionally fake being a gentleman - sneakily cocking his pistol underneath his cape, in case they ran into any trouble.
"Whatever you want, doll," he chimed in an unusually charming manner, drapping a yellow-jacketed arm about Malicia's waist. More to rub their closeness in Pringles' faces than anything else.
Grinning to himself, he guided her out one of the doors to the warehouse and onwards to food. There was a bonus in that he could scope out the neighbourhood for criminal opportunities along the way, but she didn't need to know that.
"Yeah, sure, whatever." He was fairly indifferent on the topic of cuisine, as long as it stopped her complaining. "You wanna take the jet? I'm fine to walk but all the fancy joints are on the other side of town; could take a while."
"HEY!" Snatching his cape from Pringles' maw defensively, he wiped the drool off his hat, and glowered. "Oooh, you don't know who you're dealing with, pal."
The departing figure of Malicia caught his attention, however, and he shot a horrifically taunting smile at the familiar as he strolled away. "But I'm off to spend some 'quality time' with your mistress. Enjoy hanging around this dump on your lonesome."
Echoing the canine's posture, Negaduck bared his teeth and growled right back, pushing up a sleeve as if he was preparing to take on Pringles single-handedly.
Because if there ever was a drake mad enough to pick a fight with a cerberus, it was him.
"Done." Easing the jet around for the docks, it wasn't long before he spied a warehouse large enough near Malicia's. Hitting a button, the enormous sack was released and dropped through the roof. The Negaquack hovered through the resulting hole and touched down firmly opposite the loot. "Right," the mallard announced, hopping out, "I think that's the first time anybody's ever left Vegas substantially richer."
(OOC: Coolio! And strangely, that's no more outlandish than the idea that he came from an evil alterative universe.) He stared. "This isn't some rusty minivan I can swing into the local swill mill so you and the kids can waddle on in and pick up three pounds of lard!" Rant rant rant. "I gotta find somewhere to dump the cargo first!"
"Issues?" Lilly looked a bit surprised, as if to say 'This is the first time I'm hearing about it.' Darryl looked equally so as he spoke. "There's no issue. I'm just a little puzzled, is all. Happy, but puzzled."
(OOC: Well are you going to share, or do I have to keep guessing? ;) Because I will, and it'll only get weirder.)
"Urgh." Standing, his joints shifted back into place with a few unpleasant cracks.
"Yeah, yeah, we're nearly there." Taking over the controls once more, he began entering adjustments in preparation of descent. "So if you want to swim in gold, you'd better find me a swimming pool."
(OOC: Oh rly? Was he actually adopted by a lovely pair of bunnies who raised him like their own, until one day he discovered what bunnies are really good at and it warped his mind forever?)
Beneath her, a firmly stuck Negaduck propped his head up on one hand, and tapped the metal flooring impatiently with the other.
He waited until the 'danger' had obviously passed before asking, "... you done?"
(OOC: Not in depth. I have a few ideas. Think I rabbled about it on Negaverse.net a while ago - that he was indeed born a bastard, rather than made that way as a result of some trauma. You?)
SPLAT.
Needless to say he hadn't been prepared for that, and as a result was crushed under a half a tonne of demon woman.
"Get OFF me you batty git!" exclaimed Negaduck, comforting as always, as he tried to wiggle his bruised spine out from under her weighty rear end.
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