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[It's only curiosity getting the better of 2B that brought her to the carnival, after hemming and hawing about going for the first day, it isn't until the second that she decides to finally bite the bullet and go—on her own, of course. Having 9S around with her would only complicate matters and would make it very difficult to leave as soon as she wanted to.

But there's something a bit off about things near the carnival grounds when she arrives. It isn't all fun and games like she imagined it would be, but instead... A man runs past her screaming with his hands over his head and behind him, a wet sponge leaving behind a trail of water and bubbles chases after him.]

Hm?

[And in between wondering if she can help him, there's a distressed beep that comes from her Pod.]

"Alert: An excess of water can cause damage to a support units—"

[When she turns around, there's another sponge trying to wipe it down, sopping with water and soapy foam that threatens to consume the pod whole. And when she goes to shoo it away...? She feels something catching and tugging in her hair.]

What the—!?

[SOMEONE HELP.]

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[As for Drake, he needed no persuading to check out the carnival. It seemed like a fun way to spend a day or two, especially on a hot day! He kept his wits about him, just in case something went wrong. ...He just did not anticipate things going wrong in this specific way!

But once he became aware of the cleaning supplies going bonkers, it seems like as good a time as any to spring into action! He suits up, and Darkwing Duck sets off to do battle! He almost immediately spots some familiar figures in trouble. 2B and Pod! Darkwing Duck races towards them to help - and he announces his presence at the same time!]

I am the terror that flaps in the night!
I am the tilt-a-whirl that upsets the stomachs of evil...
I am Darking Du-AAAAAUGHHHHH!!!

[He's cut off as he slips, as the ground as has been made very slippery with soapy water by one renegade sponge! He slides forward and only comes to a stop by colliding into Pod, which he tries to cling to!]

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[Pod can certainly carry a three-hundred-pound android when it needs to, but it can only anticipate anyone else clinging onto its body so suddenly for so long. Its claw-like hands spin and try to grasp at Darkwing Duck—any point of contact it can reach—but that along with the sponge makes it difficult for it to find its balance again.]

"Alert: Initiating self-defense mechanism."

NO! [If 2B could lose her cool at any moment, it's this one.] Don't.

[She doesn't need her Pod self-destructing. Not at all.

Moving to try and grab onto Darkwing latched onto Pod proves to be difficult, even for a battle android and her impeccable balance. It's definitely the sharp heels on her boots, but when has practicality ever won over aesthetic? She slips on the soap coating the road and brings all three of them down with her, landing in a mountain of bubbles with a mighty splash.]

[As he scrambles to hold onto the Pod, one claw ends up grasping his beak. Despite that, he groans a protest.]

N-no, I- I'm the one... defending you...!

[He doesn't get to say much else, because 2B is coming to the rescue at the same time! Or maybe it's more like the opposite of a rescue, because the next thing he knows, this masked mallard is at the bottom of an android pile.]

...Ow.

Pod's self-defense mechanism is to fire or self-destruct.

[An important detail she feels the need to point out, in case that happens again.

2B is quick to rise to her feet when they slip, but it still remains a challenge. She's covered head to toe now in bubbles that cling to her no matter how hard she tries to shake them off, so she gives up and offers a hand to help Drake up as well. Hopefully he isn't too hurt after being slammed into by a three-hundred-pound chunk of steel.

But it pales in comparison to this stupid sponge that's now slipping around Drake's waist trying to clean the underside of his cape.]

What is that thing!? Make it stop!

I feel like he could use a few more options!

[He says that meekly while peeling himself off the ground. It's fine, he'll be fine, he's probably endured worse! He accepts 2B's hand as he gets up to his feet - but something tickles. He looks down at the sponge now zipping around on him.]

Whoa there buddy! My body isn't the freeway, y'know... hehe! It kinda tickles! [He makes some attempts to grab at it, but it keeps on eluding him like an itch on his back that he can't scratch.]

It's... some kind of a sponge. I can't get it. Stop it please!

[The sponge doesn't, and takes that as a sign to scrub harder, going for Drake's beak now, but before it can get far, 2B snatches it up in her hands and gives it a mighty squeeze, draining the water from it so that it pours into a puddle at her feet.]

That's enough.

[As if the sponge can understand a word she's saying, but... it escapes from her grip as quickly as she'd grabbed it, and it flees.]

Something strange is going on?

[Even she knows that sponges aren't supposed to act like that... She's seen a sponge in the inn room and it stayed inanimate.

But there's something strange indeed. Not even a few seconds later, the distant, ominous sounds of... clinging and clanging? can be heard... And if they look hard enough, they'll see the sponge returning, and behind it, a horde of utensils and brooms and any other cleaning tool imaginable... And they are coming with a vengeance.]

Edited 2021-07-14 01:32 (UTC)

[Not the beak!! He hasn't even said any swears recently! He's relieved when 2B comes to the rescue and watches in awe as she squeezes that sponge dry. ...Then he just has to blink and the sponge is gone.]

Thanks for the assist, um, Citizen! [He tries to maintain his secret identity! Even if that might not be possible depending on someone's capabilities.] Something strange is definitely afoot! Sponges normally aren't up to such mischief... or automated at all!

[He supposes 'magic' is probably the easy explanation, but he doesn't have time to elaborate further as those ominous sounds are drawing closer. He turns and faces the approaching army.]

Scratch that, make it a... a whole platoon of something strange!

[He assumes a battle pose! Because he guesses this is his life now.]

[A masked duck and a battle android vs. an army of cleaning supplies. There's a sentence I never thought I'd type.]

You've got to be kidding me.

[There are a lot of strange things she's had to fight since coming here—zombies, giant minotaurs, a watermelon, but nothing comes close to the strangeness that's marching at them right now. But a battle is a battle, no matter how exasperated she is, so she reaches back for her larger sword, not even bothering with the kinetic magic to wield it this time.

The sponge stops, and so does its army, and it wiggles around in the air as if it's saying something to them, and all 2B can do is watch in awe for a moment. If this is magic, then that's impressive... and annoying.]

We don't have time for this! [The sword cuts through the air with a WHOOSH.] What do you want?

[Does she think she's going to get any kind of response from them? Yes. Yes, she does.]

[Maybe it's a sentence that was meant to be.

It certainly numbers among the strangest enemies he's had to face in his whole career! It seems like something more fitting of the old Darkwing Duck show, where they'd be under the control of some cleaning-themed villain, like Ammonia Pine! But he doubts that such a villain is around these parts. Not when there's another explanation tied to this world, in the form of magic.

Darkwing stands poised and ready for battle! And watches as 2B... tries to make contact. He looks back and forth between the sponge and the android.]

It's almost like it's trying to say something, but it's - not really saying anything at all. I don't think we can talk to this one.

[A pause, and then something dawns on him.]

Wait, can you talk to it?!

[For a moment, he wonders if this advanced android can even speak Sponge.]

[Some small part of her hopes that she can, even if the logical part doesn't believe it's possible. It's like it's talking to the others, and it's also like they're listening, so that was the only conclusion she could come to at the time.

2B looks to Drake, then to the sponge again, a resounding growl coming from the back of her throat.]

Answer me!

[It turns around, slowly, before it dunks itself into a nearby bucket filled with water.

... ]

I don't think so.

[A sudden breeze blows through the air, and weeds roll across the street. This looks like a scene taken straight out of a western. And then... The brooms flourish and sweep across the ground at them, and the sponge takes flight again, heading straight for the unlikely pair and leading the rest. 2B brings her sword out in front of her to try slicing through it, but it's small enough that it's able to dodge the blade, ducking underneath and behind and slapping itself against the back of her head like a starfish.

A broom comes in and tries to sweep Drake off his feet—literally! It's trying to sweep and bat his feet away.]

[It's the tensest stand-off! Darkwing's hands hang by his side, itching until he remembers that he doesn't have any holstered weapon. Negotiations truly seem to be breaking down, and he'll try to not feel disappointed that his new android friend can't communicate with sponges.

In any case, the fight soon breaks out! As they charge, Darkwing utters his battle cry.]

Let's get dangerous!!

[And things do get dangerous! His attention is first drawn by the sponge heading for 2B. This causes him to be caught off guard by the broom's sweep! He yelps as he falls over... but he grabs onto the broom at the same time and manages to flip it to smack it against the ground. Then he tries to get up while struggling with the flailing broom, in hopes of using it as a weapon.]

C'mon... Quit struggling...!

[2B's heel comes down to trap the broom's handle while she rips the sponge that's trying to cling to the back of her head. Whipping her hair around brings with it a splash of water and soap, so hopefully Drake knows better than to look up with wide eyes, lest he get the soap in them!

The broom's struggle is too much that she can't hold it down for long, and it almost takes her down with it. Almost. She knows that when there's resistance to stop, and it's a good thing too, because more brooms are making their way in, some of them flying in like birds rather than sweeping the ground. Not to mention the ominous clanging noise in the background that 2B has only barely noticed...

GRAAGH she's pissed off now!]

He said quit struggling!

[With a mighty kick, she sends the broom on its way, sailing through the air until it lands on the roof of a house.]

...Thanks. [He says that blankly, while he watches the broom sail to its resting place.]

Wow, you are strong!

[He can't dwell on that too much, because the brooms are about to divebomb them! As one swoops down at him, Darkwing narrowly manages to dodge and grabs onto the broom. He lets it carry him up into the air and then tries to get on top of it, like it's a wild horse!]

N-now I'm really starting to feel like a wizard!

[Meanwhile, 2B is still busy on the ground, hacking and slashing at the brooms. The sponge makes its return, going after her Pod unit again. There's way too much happening all at once...! Not to mention the broom carrying her battle partner up and up and up, high into the sky and far out of her reach. Just how high are they going to go!?

She's about to call out to him when more of the magical army arrives. This time, it's utensils! Forks, knives, spoons, and even some spatulas and other cooking supplies... and 2B has had quite enough.]

Stop it!

[With her Kinetic magic, she tries to force everything to grind to a halt, and while they don't completely stop, it feels like time has slowed down. More like... everything else has slowed down but the two of them. And, her breathing ragged, she looks up.]

Think you can finish this? Put your magic to work like a wizard.

[She might not have a plan for what comes after the spell wears off...]

[Darkwing's so preoccupied with his wild ride that he doesn't notice much of the other goings-on at the moment. The arrival of the utensils would sure be frightful! After all, the only reason he would want a fork stuck in him is because he feels Done.

But then, everything comes to a stop. It's like watching an overused bullet time sequence in a movie! He looks down towards her, while holding onto the broom carefully. He listens to her words and frowns for a moment as he tries to think.]

I don't know. I...

[While he's been practicing his magic a lot, he's still used to mostly relying on his own physical prowess when it comes to fights. Not to mention that his light magic wouldn't be too effective against beings that don't have eyes and probably not even normal human senses in general. ...But then, something does strike him, and his expression lights up!]

...I know exactly what to do! You can release that spell any moment now, because the time has come for Darkwing Duck, Siphon Wizard Extraordinaire!

[With that, he focuses as he drains the magic from a broom, making it normal. He'll still hold onto it - now able to truly use it as a weapon as he falls down to fight off the rest of the forces, armed with the broom and his siphon magic!]

[ ...

She makes a noise in the back of her throat, eyes darting between the utensils and the brooms, and then at this Siphon Wizard Extraordinaire when he descends. It's a risky move, but she'll trust that he knows what he's doing. She hopes that he knows what he's doing because the moment she lets the spell go, the knives and forks are making a move.

The metal utensils fly at her, pointy ends first, like she's a magnet and 2B has to duck to avoid them. Thankfully, rather than sink into her skin when they hit, they bend and ricochet off her, only to turn on Drake instead.]

They're coming!

[Okay, he wasn't thinking about how the utensils would still be heading towards her. Good thing they don't hurt her! And now they're his problem.]

And I'm ready for them!

[With the now lifeless broom in his hands, he wields it as a baseball bat and smacks them out of the air with it! With that, he reaches down a hand to drain their magic too.]

I'm getting used to this... but I think the quickest way to stop this will be to go for the ringleader! Where has that subversive sponge gotten off to...? [He looks around quickly for any sign of it!]

[Right, that stupid sponge.

2B is still being battered by the forks and knives, slapping whatever she can away with her sword, but the sponge is... nowhere to be found? At least not immediately.]

Where are you, you stupid son of a—?

[And just as she parted her lips to speak, she gets a mouthful of soap instead. There it is, shooting soap right at her face like a super soaker! She has to pause to spit it out because wow, this tastes like shit, but hopefully Drake caught sight of where it had flown off to!?

Hint: to the line of buckets at the end of the street.]

[He gasps, shocked as he witnesses the sponge cleaning out 2B's mouth! And to think that she hasn't even used any foul language!

He keeps his eyes trained on the sponge and sprints as he follows it towards the buckets.]

Leave it to me, 2B!

[He dives straight at the buckets! ...And he ends up slipping and falling. There's water everywhere as he scrambles frantically, reaching for the sponge that keeps on slipping just out of his grasp, so that he can drain its magic and hopefully put an end to this.]

Come on...

[This sponge is going to be her undoing. Never, in 2B's short life of fighting machines has she ever been up against something so slippery and annoying. Usually, machines were easy. They weren't fast and she could dispose of them in seconds, but this...!?

She wipes the leftover soap away from the back of her mouth and looks up just as the sponge slips out of Drake's grip again. And now... Now it will pay.

From behind, 2B picks up Drake by his cape and places him down on his feet, holding him steady with a hand on his shoulder so he doesn't slip again. The sponge has flown off, further away past the buckets while they dump their soapy water all over the ground. It's time for a finishing move, and 2B looks over Drake.]

Are you afraid of flying?

[This sponge soaks up nothing but trouble!! And it's eluded him once again. But he's not alone in this alone. He gives a smile of gratitude as he's set back on his feet and gets himself into a fighting stance again! But from 2B's question, it's not hard to guess what kind of plan she's going for.]

What kind of hero would I be if I was afraid of soaring to new heights? [He spreads out his cape.]

I'm ready for fight and flight!

[It still is scary. But he's ready for whatever comes next!]

Good.

[That's all the warning he gets before 2B hoists him up off the ground again, so easily that it makes it look like she's picking up a toy rather than a live duck. Then, she winds up a throw with a spin and hurls him up towards the sky like a javelin, so that he might find a way over all of the soap that's coating the ground like ice.

To anyone else this might be a tad overkill, sure, but she doesn't think so.

Hope he knows how to fly!?]

[He felt like a prophet in that moment, for he saw the future. The inevitable. He knew that 2B would launch him into the air, in pursuit of the prey. And he welcomes this with open arms. Or rather, with an open cape! He holds onto the edges of his cape so that it catches the wind. He's not actually flying, but it's more like he's gliding - or falling with style. With a steely, determined look in his eye, he sails over the trail of soap and swoops down towards his target, like an actual bird of prey!

Down, down, down he goes! And he hits the ground - but only right after he's squeezed a sponge in his hands. And he siphons the life out of it, then he holds up the now lifeless sponge.]

Your leader has fallen. It's over!

[It truly is a spectacle to behold: 2B looking like an Olympic player who's coming in from behind determined for the gold, the javelin duck gliding through the air with his cape casting a shadow over the audience of utensils, buckets, and all manner of household cleaning items as they watch him sail above their defenses and landing only to take down their leader in one fell swoop (no pun intended).

From the other side, 2B would be proud that her plan worked, but she remains cautious while she waits to see what the rest of them will do now that the sponge is out of commission, dripping what water it has left through Drake's hands into a small, sad puddle on the ground. It takes them all a moment of looking between each other (or so she assumes) before they make their quick retreat back the way they came.

As for the ring-leader sponge... It's as good as gone.

2B rolls her head back with a sigh, glad that it's finally... over... And once she finally lets out that breath, she crosses the street, approaching Drake, stopping just short of the skating rink of soap on the ground. Her hand comes up to cross over her chest in a YoRHa salute.]

Thank you for your help.

[With that out of the way, the corner of her lip quirks up with the faintest trace of a smile. She recognized him the moment she saw him—it's hard not to, honestly.]

What's with the mask and the cape?

closed ❖ our minds are troubled by the emptiness

drake mallard/darkwing duck.

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i'm so sorry

Be the opposite of sorry

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good place to wrap 😎

Yeah! I have the wrapping paper ready

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