#verse:crossover

@feathered-riches​

To say he was terrifying in appearance was an understatement. To say he was unsettling was as well. In the manor he had visited and he had stayed for almost a week now, a shadow that lurked about the halls in quiet silence. He hardly spoke unless it was to address Beakley, Chise, or Scrooge. The woman that occupied him, along with her familiar, were far more talkative but still remained relatively quiet. They didn’t socialize much with the residents of the manor, not because they didn’t want to but they weren’t sure how to go about it. Chise and Ruth were still getting used to the idea of normal animals, like ducks, being able to live in a society like this and communicate with the same advancements as humans and yet they still remained hidden from them. Elias on the other hand found that there were few adults that could withstand his presence and appearance, most could only tolerate him in passing and as such it left him avoiding the majority of the residence. Leaving only Scrooge and Beakley to be his only conversation partners other than Chise.

He avoided the children like the plague... He never really liked children, they could see parts of him he didn’t want people to see, they could often leave him vulnerable and open-- but that wasn’t the only thing. He avoided them as well because if animalkind was anything like humankind, than it’d lead to very unneeded consequences. Just by seeing his form they could run and scream, just by looking at his eyes they could flee from him and tell someone that’s more harm than help. Memories of awful humans and attacks permeated his memory and he found himself wondering why. He understood he wasn’t a kind species, a beast that appeared to be no more than a monster, but at the same time he is far different than what he was back in his early years. He no longer feasted on human flesh, even if occasionally he craves it, and he no longer showed a true desire to kill or maul. He was relatively quiet when it came down to it, relatively polite and distant. People look at him and then they wonder if it was some dark thought that appeared in his eyes or just a trick of the light. His behavior was mostly gentlemanly but that didn’t stop that past-- a past nobody could move away from, they cling to it as if it’s some priceless valuable.

Elias sat reading in the library, quiet and silent, his eyes scanning over the books that Scrooge had. Books about psychology and emotions mostly, he was nothing but a child and thus being able to identify and tell what he was feeling would be a major help going forward. Chise can only teach him so much after all... He was surprised when he looked up to see the child that had approached him and stared up at him. He was... confused... Why was this child here? Why were they able to withstand such a presence as himself. Elias tilted his head slightly to the side, almost like a puppy. He wasn’t sure whether to be alarmed because there was a spry little duckling here, or curious because of the same fact. Why would anyone willingly approach him?

“Are you... Suppose to be in here?”

@charwoman-beakley

Beautiful ribbon with lace trim, she had put it together just for her. Silky loved making things for others, she loved sewing, cleaning, organizing, and cooking. It was something she found made her happy. She especially loved taking care of Elias, Chise, and Ruth. She never saw herself in the picture of their family, but they were so happy-- just like her family once was back when she was alive. They smiled, they laughed, they played, and she would do anything to preserve something like that. The love between the ancient magus and his bride was so pure, so innocent, so true that she couldn’t help but smile as she watched them. The young human girl learning magic, the ancient beast teaching her. Sometimes she’d watch them waltz around the garden or she’d watch them sit in the library and read stories together. It was these moments that made her feel the joy of everything.

The guests that had come late in the night were guests that both she and Elias had foreseen. It was far too late for the old mage to be awake, along with his bride, the two of them snuggled up together in bed sleeping. They didn’t have to hold each other, they didn’t have to lay on each other, they were just happy being beside each other. The only contact they had were their hands holding tightly to each other. Fingers intertwined, the faint glisten of Chise’s wedding band in the moonlight sealed their love for each other. They were at peace with all that had happened and were more than happy to be together. Silky, however, was still awake. She hardly slept, if her dozing off in her bed could be counted as sleeping that is. When she heard the gentle knock at the door she almost immediately knew who it was. It had to be those guests that the childish magus had told her about. When she opened the door she was surprised to find that they weren’t human but-- ducks? Of course she didn’t say anything just simply invited them in and guided them to their rooms quietly.

She remembered one of them, Scrooge McDuck. She remembered hearing stories when Elias brought him up no more than twelve hours ago, explaining the situation at hand and that they were to be staying with them. That they would probably arrive late in the night. When she finished getting them to their rooms, she quickly departed and began going back to what she was doing before she fell asleep. Cleaning. When morning came she found herself speaking to Beakley and immediately warming up to her. Although she hardly said antyhing if she said anything at all, just single quiet words. She was once a Banshee and as such any words would probably cause trouble wouldn’t it? It didn’t take long for the fairy to begin working on such a pretty lace bow.

“Ah? Silky? Is this the mistress of the house that Mr McDuck brought with him?” he was referring to mistress of the house in the same way Silky was. She was the head of the house’s care and cleaning. She made sure everything ran smoothly and while Elias was shocked to see a duck so large, he wasn’t completely surprised to see a talking duck. After all he had met Scrooge long before.

@duckavcnger

“Donald don’t ye be goin’ t’ th’ money bin today. It is going t’ be closed for emergency business, lest ye be going t’ tha’ top floor of yours, I nae be wantin’ ye to be lingerin’ round.”

Scrooge had told his nephew about that, he didn’t expand on his explanation, leaving it at what it was. There was to be nobody in the money bin but the old duck himself. His plans were beyond anyone. The why to explain it absent, what could be so important that nobody would be allowed within the confines of such a quiet and secure building. Well the answer was simple, visitation from an ‘old friend’. A man to whom the old duck was quite fond of for what he has done for him. The miracles to which encased his life, gave him another chance to live and thrive upon the face of this planet.

When the younger came in to the money bin, all the lights were off. The hallways were mostly encased in shadows, an eerie feeling as dark halls became apparent in the eternal night fall. There were hardly any windows in this building and as such the darkness was not interrupted. This was perfect for the bizarre guest that had shown up for a meeting in this place. As one climbed the stairs, for the elevator was not working in the present moment, it became darker and darker. Not necessarily via the lights but somehow with the same amount of light the world still grew darker. In the dim light something became visible upon the walls.

What was that which jutted out on the floor of Scrooge’s office? Something that coated the walls-- at first one would think it was something animal like, with how it twitched slightly, perhaps snakes. But upon closer inspection it became apparent that they were thorns! Inky black thorns like something straight out of a horror film, all coming from Scrooge’s office. The door was cold as ice and threw it there was conversation, calm conversation, friendly conversation. There was no distortion in the duo that talked, one being the Scot the other being a deep voiced stranger.

“Duckburg is surely going to fall, you know this Scrooge.”

“But how would we purify such a large city without alarmin’ people?”

“That’s something you have to find out, my friend, you’re the one who owns the town are you not?”

“Are ye able t’ erase memories.”

“You have seen my power used on that woman of yours in the Klondike.”

“Yes I have... An’ on me own nephew.”

“Indeed, if the memory is not valuable for your cause than it shall be erased.”

“Perhaps ye can erase a whole town’s worth of memories, t’ forget they were ever evacuated or saw th’ cleansin’.”

“You mean trap them in the town and do the job then wipe their memories?”

“Aye, or somethin’ similar, perhaps even put them t’ sleep.”

“That will require unbelievable amounts of power.”

“....Didn’t ye say ye married a Sleigh Beggy.”

“Chise... Yes... If it does not bring her harm I could tap into her power and ask the fairy kingdom for help.”

“Why does everythin’ have t’ be so difficu--”

Scrooge’s voice was cut off as the door swung open suddenly, the monster that towered over duck kind stared down at the hero before him, his eyes a glowing ethereal red, the candlelight behind him casting an ominous shadow as he grabbed hold of the duck and dragged him into the room, closing the door behind him. “We have an eavesdropper, your kind never learns it seems.”

“Nae they do not... Donald what are ye doin’ here! I hope ye were jus’ makin’ your way t’ your headquarters, aye?” Scrooge was enraged as he glared at the younger, before turning to the beast. “My sincerest apologies, Elias, I told ‘im t’ stay away.” It was easy to tell the figure was on edge with how the vines on the walls twitched and spasmed.

“It is fine, Scrooge, I know your family is a rowdy bunch.”