Negaduck had just parachuted down from the Iron Vulture. He landed safely enough, but was still fuming from his recent encounter with Don Karnage. Imagine that guy thinking he was in charge of their newly-formed gang! What an ego--it was disgusting!
The malevolent mallard was so mad, he didn't even gather up his parachute; he just stalked off and left it, stomping away through...whatever park he was in now. Who cared? Every part of this place was so sickeningly sweet!
Turning a corner, the first thing Negaduck saw was a bed of flowers. This whole place was filled with flowers--and in his present mood, it was more than he could take!
With a growl, Negaduck leaped into the flower bed, stomping, slashing, and karate-chopping until every last blossom was flattened or decapitated.
Hans had managed to get the guest services/relations job after all, and he'd been assigned to work at the Disney Hollywood Studios. At the moment, he manned a booth for general queries and questions from various guests, and he'd had all the important information drilled into his head over an extensive training period.
It had almost been like learning to be royalty again, but more....pleasant, ultimately. At the moment, he was on his lunch break and wandering the park, taking in the various large buildings and creatures as he did so. It was all rather ingenious, he thought.
He made his way to Echo Lake, admiring the giant plastic "dinosaur" named Gertie that called the lake specifically home.
He quickly realized, however, that he wasn't alone. A strange, small.....duck-man? dressed in yellow, red, and black was furiously stomping on the flowers, which had started to gather a crowd.
"Is that a guy dressed as Negaduck?" he heard one guest whisper. "He's, like, my favorite villain!"
Well then. He cleared his throat with authority. "Uh, sir, I'm going to have to ask that you cease mutilating our flowers, or I'm going to have to call security."
Negaduck ceased his tantrum--because there was nothing left to stomp. The former flower bed was now a mess of broken stems and mangled posies. It was so beautiful. And he felt much better.
I'm going to have to ask that you cease mutilating our flowers, or I'm going to have to call security.
Breathing heavily from the exertion, the crime lord turned to see who would dare to give him orders. And there he was--Prince Hans, the guy he'd been searching for for months.
Fortunately for Hans, Negaduck had calmed down a bit. Otherwise he'd have blown the prince's head off without a word. But in his present mellowed state, Negaduck was in no particular hurry.
"Well, look who finally crawled out of the woodwork," began the malevolent mallard. He dropped his hands to his sides, the better to slide a couple of long knives out of his sleeves and into his hands. Brandishing the twin blades, Negaduck sneered, "You gonna call security, Hans-y boy? Maybe you'd better try maintenance instead, 'cause somebody's gonna have to sweep up what's left of you when I get through! Nobody double-crosses Negaduck!!"
What on Earth? This creature knew him? And his name?
As the duck started to issue threats, his mind raced quickly. He'd been told that he'd been here before, and evidently he had not been in the charitable or self-reflective mood that he'd found himself in at the moment.
And he'd "double-crossed" this Negaduck? Well, that certainly sounded like something he could have done.
....perhaps he could use this to his advantage. The guests cleared away, leaving them mostly alone now, and his face shifted to a practiced, cold exterior.
"Don't be a fool, fowl," he sneered. "We can surely work something out, can't we?"
He smirked. "I'm in a much higher position now, after all. You could use a man on the inside."
Negaduck hesitated, regarding the prince from behind his mask. This was the moment he'd been dreaming about for months, but now...it wasn't going down like Negaduck had imagined. The kid was so self-possessed, it gave a guy pause. And he was a lot more tough-guy, less royal pain than the duck had remembered. Was this the real Hans coming through? Or was he just putting on a good front?
The crime lord ran his thumb along the knife blade. He'd had his heart set on carving Hans up like a Thanksgiving-day turkey. It wasn't easy to swallow that kind of disappointment. But, contrary to what the cheeky prince had said, Negaduck was no fool. Even revenge must give way to advantage.
With a sudden thrust, Negaduck slammed one of his blades into the wooden fence behind Hans, missing the prince (on purpose) by mere millimeters.
"All right, Sonny, start talking. Where've you been all this time? And what happened to your security cuff?" And it better be good.
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Hans stood, tensely, as Negaduck seemed to be considering what to do with him. He let out an undignified yelp as he threw the knife, though thankfully it missed with purpose.
Letting out a relieved breath, he eyed the duck with a newly regained frostiness. "Gathering information," he said with a whiff of condescension, "and getting in good with Her Majesty. I've managed to convince her to at least not freeze me to death at this point."
As for this "security cuff", it must have been when he had been here before. Not that he blamed Elsa for trying to monitor him. "I got that remoed for good behavior. Applying myself. Wasn't that what I was supposed to be doing? I'm the inside man, you're the outside muscle."
Judging by the duck's tone, he'd been a part of something that had gone south. "And what of the rest of our merry band?" he asked next.
Negaduck glowered as he listened to the prince's explanation. It was all very pat, very plausible. So, why did it bug him? Probably because everything about Fancy-pants bugged him. But that didn't mean he wasn't a valuable ally. And Negaduck needed some allies, before Headless Harry decided to come looking for revenge.
I'm the inside man, you're the outside muscle.
He yanked the knife out of the fence board, sliding it back up his sleeve for future reference.
"Right," muttered the duck, still wishing deep down that Hans had no alibi and could be carved up with impunity. "You could've called."
And what of the rest of our merry band?
"Oh, that's funny," snorted Negaduck. Hans knew as well as he did that there were only three of them. "The Duke took a powder, I don't know where. And good riddance!" Were Negaduck to tell the truth, he'd actually liked Igthorn a little, more than any other villain he'd ever worked with. "I don't need that loser."
"Let's find someplace quieter to talk, away from the yokels." With a jerk of the head to indicate direction, Negaduck stalked over to a little-used side path screened from the general public by a clump of trees.
(OOC: does he have a communicator for Negs? I don't remember lol)
"After everything went south before," he drawled, figuring that SOMETHING must have happened to make the duck so irritated at him for a perceived betrayal, "I thought it best to limit our contact for the moment while I ingratiated myself. If you were so concerned, you could have made your own efforts to seek me out, right?"
Hmm, it seemed that they'd had a fairly small group, with the duck only mentioning someone called "the Duke" who'd evidently also disappeared. Hans gave a theatrical sigh. "A shame," he said.
And now he was inviting Hans to go to a more private area. He didn't need to act much to look dubious. "And give you a pretense to slice me into ribbons with no witnesses? You'll forgive me if I'm skeptical of that."
<<No, no communicator, walkie-talkie, or cell phone. I just thought it sounded funny.>>
When Hans refused to step away from the crowds, Negaduck began to simmer. He wasn't used to being dissed by the help. And where did that know-it-all attitude come from?
"You wanna be seen consorting with a known felon? Is that your idea of incognito?" With every sentence, Negaduck's voice grew louder and harsher, until he was pretty much screaming at the prince. "Why don't you just take a selfie and post it on your Facebook page: Status Update: 'I'm working with Negaduck.' Tell the whole world!!"
Some of the tourists had stopped to watch, forming a crude ring around the odd couple.
"I don't get it," said one to his wife.
"Is that Daffy Duck?" asked another.
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The duck was getting progressively louder and angrier. This was not precisely going well.
He gave a quick smile to the tourist circle wondering aloud who the bird was. "Everything's fine!" he called out. "Just a guest in need of assistance!"
He quickly moved to the area away from the main guests, indicating for Negaduck to follow him. "Just step right this way with me, sir, and I'll find precisel what you need."
Once he was done with this conversation, he would need to tell Elsa-the Queen-immediately. The reports of villains starting to converge was a seeming reality, and this one seemed like a naturally born thug-leader, a bird who could cow weaker ones into working with him.
Quieter now: "If you're done ranting, I have information." Which was true, though he would carefully omit things to keep the side of light safe.
Things just might be getting, if you'll pardon the familiar phrase, dangerous, for Hans at least, when Negaduck heard something that made him wheel around to face the rubberneckers:
"Is that Daffy Duck?"
"Who said that?" he snarled with blood in his eye. But then Hans shooed the crowd away and moved away for more privacy. Which was just what Negaduck had tried to do a second ago. Before he could point out that fact, and none too politely, the prince began to speak:
"If you're done ranting, I have information."
"If you're done ranting, I have information," Negaduck repeated in that snarky muttering he sometimes used to mock others. "Sonny, I haven't even begun to rant." But business before pleasure. Folding his arms across his jacket front, the crime boss commanded, "So, spill it."
He ignored the mockery.....for now. And truth of the matter was, he didn't know THAT much about Elsa's inner workings beyond what he'd already been told. But he was good enough to lie with a hint of truth; he'd been doing that for a long time, after all. "The queen's little task force has grown, it seems. I noticed some new faces who looked like they were tailing me. I've made a lot of progress, though I don't think she'll ever fully trust me. Not that I'd want her to, of course." He said the last part with a smirk.
"More importantly, it seems that we might have some potential new allies. I heard something about a fellow with a tiger head and an air pirate who's been making a lot of noise."
He knew a bit more about the latter, one Don Karnage, who had made several public spectacles at this point, often accompanied by an apparition known as the Headless Horseman. "Either way, it's something to look into if we wanted to make a move."
Negaduck listened impassively to the young prince's report, up to the point of:
I noticed some new faces who looked like they were tailing me.
"You're being tailed?!" A weapon appeared in his hand as the crime boss spun around, eyes darting from one tourist to another. "What're you lookin' at, Grandma?" No, he was pretty sure she wasn't following them. None of these yokels were. Lucky for Hans; if he'd led Negaduck into a trap, he'd learn just how foul this fowl could be!
More importantly, it seems that we might have some potential new allies
Finally, some good news. Or so Negaduck thought at first. At the mention of Don Karnage, he made an involuntary grimace.
"That weasel," he snarled. "Karnage is out! I gave him a chance to join up, but he was impossible to work with. Guy's got an ego as big as that blimp he rides around in. It's disgusting. But this other guy, the tiger--what else do you know about him?"
They don't come around when I'm on duty, that'd be indecent.
Not exactly reassured, Negaduck replaced his weapon for the present. Whenever Hans spoke, it seemed he set off Negaduck's mental alarms. Of course, the crime lord's nerves were always on high alert. And Hans did continually manage to come back with a plausible reply.
Fortunately for Negaduck, he never quite trusted anybody 100%, possibly because he planned ultimately to double-cross any and all of his allies whenever it suited him.
They supposedly call him Shere Khan. Some kind of businessman from the sound of things. He could be a valuable strategist.
"Strategist, huh? I was hoping for somebody a little more down-and-dirty. Are you sure he's not a philanthropist or something equally sickening?" Not every businessman was a crook, after all. "All right, kid, I'll track down Khan and see what he's about. What we really need right now is somebody with magic powers. Got anybody like that up your sleeve?"
A smirk. "I doubt many tiger-headed men are secretly softies. Besides, we could give him a trial run of sorts, right? Try to make a deal, and if he rejects it, we just move on to the next possible partner."
In truth, he knew little of Khan's actual ethics or morals, but it was a good start, and if he wasn't likely to side with the duck, so much the better for him in the end.
"In the meantime, why don't you tell me where you're staying these days? That way we have a solid place to meet in case the heat comes down on either of us or anyone we bring into the circle."
Of course, he had an ulterior motive; should the fowl comply, he was going to take that information to the task force straight away.
why don't you tell me where you're staying these days?
"Wouldn't you like to know," snorted Negaduck through his bill. "Nice try, Princey, I haven't forgotten what happened when I let you into my last hideout." And it still rankled. "I loved that lair. The place had everything: rusting metal, rank weeds..it was paradise." The duck's eyes narrowed as he came back to the present. "Then you show up and lead that brat and her shrimpy rodent pall right to it. And now it's blown to smithereens!" Not that it wasn't an entertaining explosion. Still, it was such a shame...
"We'll set up a meeting place. Let's see..." Every spot in this place was nauseatingly, unbearably sweet. "There's a mountain in the park with all the wild animals. Roller coaster runs through it. It's got a pretty decent monster inside. You're a park employee, you should have no trouble getting inside the non-tourist sections. I'll meet you in the monster's lair in three days. Capiche?"
I'll see if there's anything juicy I can dig up in the meantime.
"You'd better," was all Negaduck had to say to that.
He and the prince parted company then, and it was pretty obvious there was no regret on either side. Nope, this was strictly a partnership of necessity. And the kid had better come through this time. Or it could just become a partnership of one.
Negaduck turned to exit the scene in the opposite direction as Mr. Fancy-Pants, just so no one could spot them together.
Don't get your feathers too ruffled in the meantime.
" 'Don't get your feathers ruffled in the meantime', " muttered the crime boss, mocking his accomplice, even if nobody else could hear it. Although he bought Hans's story for the most part, he was still royally ticked off at the royal pain. Oh, well, stomping a few flowers would put him in a better mood. It always did.
Panchito: It's nothing like I expected, but I'm still anticipating good things.
Jun 4, 2019 18:31:36 GMT -5
Nick Wilde: Well, I had a thread idea now that Galaxy's Edge is opened in Disneyland.
Jun 5, 2019 16:50:31 GMT -5
Nick Wilde: And figuring things out with it, considering how that land is operating.
Jun 5, 2019 16:59:12 GMT -5
Basil: All I know about it is what I read. I won't be able to visit until 2020 (in Florida).
Jun 6, 2019 19:16:55 GMT -5
Nick Wilde: Aye. I am hoping to visit sometime t his year. Or early next year. I really, really,really, want to go there.
Jun 7, 2019 21:57:51 GMT -5
Nick Wilde: But so far from what I read, it is good. The most immersive Disney ever did. Cast members actually having a backstory and name in the setting, characters constantly interacting with the guests in-character...
Jun 8, 2019 8:49:33 GMT -5
Nick Wilde: Guests actually being encouraged to make their own story, and play a part in the land..
Jun 8, 2019 8:50:01 GMT -5
Nick Wilde: And also has an app to allow guests to actually do things more.
Jun 8, 2019 8:54:23 GMT -5
Nick Wilde: Of course, I imagine our characters checking it out in it's full glory.
Jun 8, 2019 8:58:20 GMT -5
Judy Hopps: An app...Disney didn't bother to make their app to work on my phone.
Jun 8, 2019 11:23:19 GMT -5
Jiminy: Apologies for the extended absence, all! I finished up graduation stuff and immediately have to launch into college program prep so I've been busy as of late. I'm really hoping to get back on top of things soon.
Jun 8, 2019 15:44:41 GMT -5
Papá Héctor: Lol aww that darn phone :/ And welcome back, Jiminy! <3
Jun 8, 2019 15:52:09 GMT -5
Papá Héctor: Congratulations on your graduation! Yayy! <3
Jun 8, 2019 15:52:58 GMT -5
Nick Wilde: Congrats Jiminiy. And aye. Hopefully can get it to work, with the app.
Jun 8, 2019 16:03:42 GMT -5