#thread:storm

@stereotypcd

Gentle fallen leaves and blades of grass, they filled his vision and met the base of standing wooden giants. Arms reaching into the sky, trees were the true guardians of the Earth. He had decided this long ago. Having seen how they stretched so high up, behemoths of wood and life, it seemed to him that he was always astonished by the sheer height the organisms could reach… They were so different from animals and from other forms of life, it fascinated him. But that wasn’t why he had come here. No, to admire plant life was one of the last things he wanted to do right now. He was on an adventure, that was an obvious thing, and as such he wanted to keep moving. Cautious movements as he remembered distant and quiet tales.

Danger and death was never a concern for Scrooge McDuck however. He always encountered it and as such it was something he grew a taste for. But it was always better to work smarter, and not harder. To fight on in a way that was safest and easiest, that was his objective. He would work harder if it kept him safe, but that was about it. But of course it seemed in the moment there was no clear distinction. His white feathered body practically blended in with the pure snow that fell on the ground, sparkling tears of heaven’s angels that coated the ground in a carpet of ice and frost. Such beauty is crystallized water, and yet he couldn’t help but loathe it so much in the moment. The moon’s reflection wasn’t too bad, but he knew the sun’s would be in a few hours, never mind how cold it was.

Donald had nearly died due to conditions like these… Migration for Christmas should be, for the most part, taken seriously unless one could keep themselves extremely warm. He remembered having to help nurse his nephew back to health– he didn’t mind as much as he let on but then again he supposed it was just the undying worry. His hand pressed against the wooden base of a tree as he found that he could hear a noise off in the distance. Something, or someone, was there in the distance. Talking, movement, footsteps, there was someone there. He had no idea of what was nearby, all he knew was he was going through the motions of his explorations. Searching for some wonderful piece, some story to tell, and here it might be… Although not the one he wanted.

He was surprised when he saw a girl, a human, a creature he hadn’t seen in a long time. Humans were not uncommon, but they were by no means common for him. He didn’t see them around much, they appeared in Duckburg every now and again, and they certainly had their events that he knew about. But at the same time they were not normal in his day-to-day life. Not that he minded that much, he’s heard mostly horror stories about them, but at the same time he wasn’t scared nor worried. The woman couldn’t be harmful after all, and if any human was he was faster, smaller, and he was sure he could outsmart one. Despite how he was only three feet tall, he could figure it out if the time ever came to him. He watched the girl for a moment, and when her eyes had locked upon him and they exchanged glances, he found himself so startled that he unconsciously took a step back.

The ground came up to meet him quickly, and he was alarmed at the sudden topple. Snow cushioned his fall, but that didn’t stop him from getting the powder into his clothing, soaking him and getting the icy water, which was melting, locked in his feathers. It froze him and he found himself shivering just a bit, and worst of all he could have sworn he had cried out when he fell thus giving away his position, existence, and the fact that he wasn’t a hallucination or anything of the like all in one go. He could’ve had a chance to escape and now he had just ruined that. Hopefully this human wasn’t a threat, hopefully those memories of sea salt ice cream were correct and weren’t just strange dreams or false memories that came from the delusions of an old man.

Seeing her silhouette crest the hill as he rose to his feet, brushing off the snow, he felt the anxiety begin to grow. He was hesitant to let himself get too close. Confusion and worry, the mixture of the sudden encounter and the exposure to the cold– he was sure this was just going to end up like the sea cave from so long ago. Where Donald and Gladstone had to save his sorry self and take him straight to the hospital without much else to do. Maybe not as bad, and with significantly less need for a cast, but still bad enough to warrant his contacting relatives for some help.

“Hello?” He greeted, trying to keep his composure, and succeeding rather well despite the shivering.

@virtuosoofchaos

The moon hung high in the sky, her night had just begun, and she was enjoying it. The streets were too quiet and she loved it, the isolation that came from the presences of Duckburg hiding away from the rain. She was here not because she wanted to be, but because she was searching for something. She was searching for something that hid from her so often that she couldn’t even think straight. She had found it-- not Scrooge’s number one dime, sadly that was a harder trinket to gather, but something that could help her obtain such an object. She will take over the world with the power of the ancient gods eventually. Granted that may not be now but she will certainly do it. As she slipped through the darkened streets, made wet by the ever heavy rainfall, she found that her mission was going to be a success, she was going to find what she was looking for.

At least she thought so until she felt her search be rudely interrupted. Her dark umbrella held over her head, she cast a glare back behind her to the figure she saw just out of her vision. She had sensed them, her abilities making it so easy to feel when there was someone just out of her vision. She knew, she knew so well, that the person standing there was going to get in her way if they knew what she was looking for. The artifact she planned to steal from a mere antique shop that didn’t understand it’s value! It was so valuable, to worth something that there was no way she would let some fool buy it and use it as basic decorum. It was worth more than every soul in this damned city-- except Scrooge that is, his soul was worth quite a bit due to that lucky dime of his. This item will give her the ability to stop time, a clock with such a talent that perhaps she could conquer the world with it alone-- that is if it’s power wasn’t so limited. If she could get her hands on it than she could very well get that dime with ease and the old duck would be none the wiser.

“Can I help you?” She asked, her voice sharp and cold, she was not in the easiest to humor mood, and she was certainly not too keen on being interrupted like this.

@ssmsdaisy

Gentle tapping rainwater, Selene watching from her position in the sky-- serenity of the moon’s watching eye. Sweet and kind she scouted the world with her moon beams searching for Endymion. The storm, however, blocked away her abilities only enraging the sky further. The thunder argued with the lightning and the shadows slipped about the mansion with a practiced ease. They seemed harmless for the most part, but to Scrooge McDuck they were all too dangerous. They clawed at him with memories, biting like the hounds of hell. He ignored it however, the night was far too pleasant and peaceful with it’s gentle rain song. Mostly everyone was asleep it seemed except himself.

He wandered aimlessly about the manor with his cane in one hand, a glass of whiskey in another, mind traveling onward with it’s train of thought, never pausing to stop and think further on one topic. Ugly thoughts, but as the train left one station of despair and distaste it moved to another, his mind continued like this for a while. The heavy images of Scotland, of that woman in the Klondike, of what happened to the family that made him practically disappear for ten years... All of it were things that bothered his mind, agitated him, caused the elder duck to be as bitter and cynical as he was. And yet, it was also what made him so kind when he found himself in those favorable moods.

He had invited them all over for dinner, it was one of those rare times where he felt he was inclined to, Donald was already staying with him anyways so might as well invite a few more right? Everyone but Daisy had left before the storm hit, and when it did hit it was a doosey. Storm warning, every device had said, every phone and every television. Feeling particularly empathetic, for once, Scrooge had told her he had many spare bedrooms that she could stay in. He was quite fond of her and openly encouraged her relationship with his nephew, so the old duck didn’t seem to mind.

What he was surprised about was seeing the woman walking about the manor at such a late time. Her footsteps alarmed him and he nearly snapped on her, but held himself to reason and logic. She was unawares to him at the moment he saw her and so he watched her for a moment. He didn’t know if she was a sleepwalker or not, he wanted to be sure. Once he was positive she was awake, not just some wandering body, he called out to her.

“Daisy? Are ye alright? It is rather late, shouldn’t ye be asleep? Is somethin’ the matter?”