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]

"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'.