Smell like I sound, I'm lost in a crowd

[lifesa_witch]

Characters: Magica De Spell (Circe), Scrooge McDuck (Odin)
Campaign: Post-Wonderland
Format: Matching
Closed
Summary: Scrooge gains more familiars... with some not-great timing.

It really annoyed Magica to no end how much Scrooge was improving with his magic. It wasn't fair. She grumbled and groused, but ultimately couldn't lie to him about his progression. Magic was serious business to her, even if they were mortal enemies - albeit not the exact one she was used to.

Not!Ratface was at the window, pausing as he heard an unusual sound from outside. Magica had yet to notice, taking a seat. "That's enough for today. Anymore and your old-man bones will break."

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[richestduck]

Scrooge snorted, retorting, "I'm sure my 'old man bones' are hardier than yours."

However, he did stop. His "stamina" (for lack of a better term) was getting better but he was starting to feel a bit light-headed. He moved over to the table where the usual basket he brought waited, a small dish towel covering up the loaf of sourdough bread he'd made along with something a little extra.

"The jam lady had a lot of blackberry jam to get rid of. Brought you an extra jar of the stuff."

He didn't even know if she liked blackberries, but it wouldn't do to let her think he went out of his way for her or anything. He just happened to bake an extra loaf every time he came for magic lessons, after all.

Thought and Memory were perched on top of a bookshelf, Thought preening her tailfeathers while Memory napped with her head tucked under a wing.

[lifesa_witch]

"Hmph. I suppose if I'm that hungry, I might have it." Don't expect any thanks from her anytime soon. However...

"I don't need you passing out on the way back so everyone thinks I did it. Eat up before you go."

Ratface pressed his head to the window, trying to listen to whatever it could be outside. He didn't want to bother his mistress if he was blowing something out of proportion (since that usually resulted in her blowing him up.) He let out a quiet caw, trying to get Thought and Memory's opinion on this.

[richestduck]

"Fine, fine."

He cut himself a meager slice and spread some of the jam thinly over it. He didn't want her whining about him taking too much.

His two ravens looked up and over at Ratface before Thought fluttered over, Memory working on shaking herself fully awake. Thought looked out the window, giving a small "caw" of intrigue of her own.

Scrooge looked over. "Wonder what's so interesting."

[lifesa_witch]

"Oh, who knows, maybe they saw someone drop some actually good bread." Magica snarked, although she was taking some very big bites of her own share.

That's when there were scratches at the door. Magica paused, eyebrows raised. "... Did you tell anyone you're here?"

[richestduck]

"No. I kept up our deal."

Scrooge turned towards the door.

"I take it you're not expecting visitors."

[lifesa_witch]

"No one in their right mind would visit me." Scrooge included. She stood up, and headed for the door. "I'll make them regret ever stepping foot on my land!"

She opened the door.

Stood there with wide eyes.

Then closed the door.

"... Somehow. Somehow, this is your fault."

[richestduck]

"You said I was doing 'adequate' not five minutes ago!" Scrooge complained, getting up and heading towards the door.

[lifesa_witch]

"SOMEHOW, THIS IS YOUR-"

That's all Magica got out before the door burst open, bowling her over, and revealing two very large gray wolves!

Ratface cawed, flapping around, unsure how to protect his mistress.

[richestduck]

Scrooge ran towards Magica without thinking, trying to get between her and the wolves.

A pointless action given that the second they saw him, the pair charged him, pounced, pinned him to the ground...

...and started licking his face.

Then Scrooge felt that same sensation he'd felt when he'd first met Thought and Memory, the two wolves' names coming to his mind as he started laughing.

"All right, all right! Down, Peace! Down, Quiet!"

[lifesa_witch]

Magica bolted upright, blinking wildly - but as usual, anger come to her very quickly.

"Four?! You're getting FOUR familiars?!" She screeched, getting up to her feet. "I have to deal with this knock-off of my homegrown familiar, and you get FOUR without even trying?!"

This was wildly unfair!

[richestduck]

"Odin's essence, remember?" Scrooge said as he pushed the two energetic wolves' snouts off of his face, sitting up. "Odin had two ravens, two wolves, and Sleipnir."

He started petting the two wolves whose tails wagged even more excitedly. It was a miracle they didn't start hovering in the air by their tails.

[lifesa_witch]

Logic and pettiness rarely worked together. "If you get Slepinir, I swear I won't teach you another thing for as long as you live!"

With a huff, she turned her back to him, crossing her arms.

[richestduck]

"I doubt that will happen any time soon."

Peace and Quiet finally settled, sitting down as Scrooge stood up.

He brushed himself off.

[lifesa_witch]

Magica continue to hem and haw, huffing and puffing. "Take your giant pets and get out, your lessons are done." She didn't want to be around this constant reminder that Scrooge - in this form - was potentially more powerful than she was.

[richestduck]

"All right, all right. I'll just leave you the jam and bread then."

Scrooge walked over to the table to retrieve his basket. He hesitated before he grasped the handle, almost missing it with his initial grab due to his lack of proper depth perception. (Was it sad that he was starting to get used to only using one eye?)

[lifesa_witch]

Magica rolled her eyes, heading over to the basket and shoving it into his arm. "I'm entitled to all the old-man quips. Get going."

[richestduck]

He grunted in annoyance but took the basket.

"I'll see you soon then. DOn't get used to the free bread."

That was a lie, but he had a valid reason for feeding her: He needed someone to teach him.

[lifesa_witch]

"As if I'd ever get used to your lousy baking." Huff and huff, with Ratface on her shoulder to huff along with her.

[richestduck]

"Then buy your own for once!" he groused as Memory settled onto his shoulder and Thought landed on Peace's head.

He opened the door, letting the two wolves exit first.

[lifesa_witch]

"Maybe I will! And you won't get a single bite!"

When Magica wasn't looking, Ratface rolled his eyes. Every single lesson ended the same way - and when they'd meet up again, it'd be like the arguments never happened.

[richestduck]

"Fine with me!"

Peace and Quiet looked at one another before glancing at Memory who just shook her head in disgust.

[lifesa_witch]

"FINE!"

Ratface shrugged helplessly, as if to say, 'get used to this nonsense'.