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Narrative Arc 1: Welcome to Mad Duckworld, dear hero and dancer

Episodes 1: The madman, the angel and the ducks (I)

Chapter 1: Escape from Purgatory

Complete premise of the story:  The Wizarding World knows me as Arkan, the Occult Detective willing to kill demons, save the world and solve age-old mysteries for $ 50 an hour.
My last job, kill the King of the Leviathans, he was thrown into the Purgatory, a prison dimension similar to hell.

Using a Blackened Denarius, I managed to tighten a faustino contract with the fallen angel, Ailes to get out of my prison.

Unfortunately during his escape something happened, instead of finding myself Gravesfield or the Owl House, they ended up in Duckburg, the city of dreams and nightmares.

I have to find a way to get home, until then I'm stuck in a chaotic world populated by Hyper-intelligent rodents, hooded crusaders, flying bears, living statues, aliens, weird triplets, semi-immortal billionaires, preteen spies, dark witches, a veritable troop of fools, madmen and adventurers.

I ended up growing fond of the Duck Family and a small group of unique girls.

The Cute Genius, Violet, my first friend in this world, a fantastic girl has an incredible potential in magic and science.

The Lonely Shadow, Lena, a tormented girl, enveloped by darkness witch aunt, looking for a way to escape and become a heroine.

The Pink Spy, Webby, a energetic girl, looking to see the wonders of the world and discover her origins.

The Dreaming Orphan, Gosalyn, an exuberant girl who convinced me to take her under my wing and make her my heiress.

The Lost Twins, May and June, born and raised from evil to kill, both with a desire to be more than just hitmen.

Together we are a band (family) of misfits capable of saving the world.

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POV Narrator

Purgatory is a supernatural dimension created by God to contain his first and most dangerous beasts, the Leviathans.

Over time, it became the destination of the souls of monsters.

There are estimated to be 40 million souls in Purgatory. Last month the population of purgatory reached 40 million monsters and three foreigners who do not belong here.

A messy angel, a hunter with a big codipedance problem, and an eccentric young sorcerer named Arkan.

The first two decided to team up with a friendly vampire and look for an elusive exit.

Instead of staying with the group, Arkan decided to work on his own and find a way out of this madhouse full of monsters.

There were three reasons for dividing himself from his allies.

One, according to the friendly vampire's estimates, it would take a full year to find the exit, too long for the Sorcerer.

Two, only a pure human being can walk through the exit, taking a single passenger with them.

Arkan is not a normal person, if he were like everyone else he would not be a prisoner in this beyond the monsters. Above all even his blood is not normal, Arkan has a rather colorful genetic heritage and having carried out various physical improvements by his own hand, he can hardly be considered a pure example of a human being.

The odds that the friendly vampire's planned exit will work for him are quite low, to the point of being next to nil.

Third and final reason, Arkan doesn't want to see an endless fight between a vampire and an angel for a whole year over who can be a doting Hunter's "best friend".

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Purgatory for an unknown reason has the shape of a boundless forest in an almost perpetual / cloudy darkness.

In this remote place full of all sorts of monstrosities that attack everything that moves on its territory, a teenage boy between 15 and 17 years old is walking.

The little-skinned boy he shows is understood that a pale, almost sickly complexion.

His eyes glow with an unnatural fluorescent yellow. Even though they glow in the dark they can't hide her tired expression and deep dark circles, she sure she hasn't slept in a long time.

On his head he wears a black balmoral cap with a military look, although his head is covered you can see some strands of silver hair.

Around the left ear wears an advanced, lightweight and robust headset that features multiple HUD viewing modes of augmented reality, night vision, thermal vision, and electromagnetic field detection.

The jaw and lower part of the face is covered with a kind of futuristic gas mask of gray-black color.

Starting from the neck down to the toes, the body is covered in a black-gray combat suit, the kind of outfit Sam Fisher or Venom Snake wears on their missions.

The suit is made from a special material aesthetically similar to obsidian that offers absurd protection against bladed and firearms.

While the suit offers similar protection, above it are more classic pieces of armor such as a silver bracelet on the right forearm, a pair of knee pads, a single shoulder pad for the left shoulder, neck protection and small metal plates inserted. above the area of the vital organs, each of these pieces is composed of a different material.

The suit incorporates a greyish harness and multiple scabbards / belts to hold an arsenal of weapons and gadgets.

On his left shoulder he wears a strange indigo, black and white device, built around a kind of metal badge. Put simply it appears to be a blaster that can be held on the user's shoulder.

His clothing is not purely military / espionage. For currently unknown reasons she wears quite unique accessories.

Etched in white on the breastplate is a unicursal hexagram called the Aquarian Star. A variety of mystical, arcane, alchemical, runic, glyph and geometric engravings are engraved on various suit segments and pieces of armor.

The suit leaves the hands uncovered, all ten fingers of this character are covered with fancy rings with a precious gem.

A long red sash tied around the waist with the knot on the left side as the tail end falls to the knees, with five silver tassels at the end resembling claws.

She even wears an old red leather coat with the sleeves cut off so it can be worn over the jumpsuit.

This person dressed as a character from a stealth video game with dark fantasy elements is called Arkan and is preparing to escape from purgatory.

Arkan continued walking in silence without saying a word until he came to a clearing.

In this place in the center there are a couple of old trees whose branches join and intertwine to form an arched door, that is, in architecture, a structural element with a curved shape that rests on two piers and typically, but not necessarily, it is suspended on an empty space.

Arkan continued walking towards this strange pair of trees, stopping ten meters from the "door".

He presses a button on a thin metal bracelet located on his left wrist, covering the left forearm in a holographic light screen. Surely it must be a high-tech multifunctional device based on the idea of Mass Effect's Omni-Tools.

Arkan presses a random button on the holographic interface and lifts his wrist towards his mouth.

"Arkan's log. Record J-26 / O-12 / N-01. Exactly thirty days have passed since I was trapped in purgatory.

The cycle of sun and night is irregular, wrapped in more than 48 hours of light or six hours of plague darkness.

The temperature varies from day to day, mostly stick to typical autumn temperatures.

The local flora is based on the temperate deciduous forest, aesthetically reminiscent of the Black Forest of Germany.

The presence of plants that produce fruit or vegetables exists, the attempt to eat the roots of the trees was ... unsuccessful.

The local fauna is devoid of any form of animal life, there are no birds, small mammals, insects, molluscs or worms. Only an infinite number of monsters that do not give me respite.

To avoid starvation I had to get creative, the carcasses of some species of monsters are excellent raw ingredients for alchemical potions capable of supporting my body. "Arkan said, making an audio recording of his experiences in this place.

"The atmosphere in this place contains a great deal of oxygen, good thing, I don't have to worry about dying of suffocation.

Instead it contains a strange element unknown to me that interferes with my magic, basically I'm a Superman living on a planet where Kryptonite is in the air.

My sentient artifacts Alphonse, Alfredo, Sabrina, Judecca and others, along with my contracting creatures stopped reacting to external stimuli after the first 72 hours.

Each of them is in a comatose state, I hope once they get out of here they will recover. "Arkan said, in a very sad and melancholy tone, his weird eyes watering. The loss of his sentient artifacts must have been a hard pill to swallow.

Quickly running his sleeve over his eyes, Arkan continues his monologue.

"By using my special air purification mask, I was able to prevent the fate of my magical followers and allies from being subjected to.

The mask combines with the regular administration of alchemical potions for magical enhancement allows me to still use my magic at regular intervals, albeit with greater difficulty and every day I need a larger dose.

At this rate, within a couple of months, I will lose my magic and will likely be the victim of a "spiritual cancer" that will slowly kill me from the inside out. "Arkan stopped talking when a ringtone rang from his futuristic device. , marking the time to administer the next dose.

Heaving a weary sigh, Arkan pulls a futuristic syringe that contains a bright purple substance out of his coat.

Without too much ceremony Arkan brings the syringe close to the colo, where on the suit there is a small metal protrusion the size of a coin, designed in place to be able to inject a substance straight into the jugular.

Inserting the needle of the syringe into the protrusion, press the button and the purple substance enters his body.

Arkan's exposed skin shows a small side effect of this dosage, the veins begin to glow intensely purple.

Arkan's hands have begun to tremble slightly, his pupils have dilated and his heart rate accelerates.

With all these negative flags, Arkan simply put the syringe in place, continuing his audio diary. Knowing full well that these effects wear off after a few minutes.

"The imminent loss of magic and a terminal illness do not scare me, will be the sure way out of this asylum.

Exposure to this noxious atmosphere, the extremely hostile environment, psychological and physical pressure, lack of real food, sleep deprivation, isolation from all human contact and the daily use of alchemical substances derived from monsters.

All these factors are bringing me to the brink of collapse and madness ... "Arkan stopped speaking, feeling that he was being watched, grabs by pure instinct a semi-automatic pistol and an ancient iron dagger.

Looking around for a mysterious attacker, she sees nothing else in the clearing except ... a fourteen-year-old Dominican-American girl with tan skin, purplish-brown / brownish-purple short hair that is usually styled in a pixie cut, and hazel eyes.

Her clothing consists of a pair of ebony earrings, a short-sleeved half-white and half-indigo hoodie with cat ears attached to the hood, high-waisted jean shorts, dark gray capris leggings, and a pair of white loafers.

"Holmes, I'm always available to talk to you. I really appreciate our moments, our heart-to-heart moments, but I don't think it's the right time to talk about your feelings. You're not well, you have to hurry and escape from here." He pleaded with the "girl" in a tone that was terribly worried about Arkan's health.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

Arkan fired three bullets at the girl, aiming for the head, heart and left leg. Maybe that's too much of a maneuver, but there are shapeshifters in this place who can mimic the looks of your acquaintances to gain psychological advantage.

Arkan's bullets passed through the girl, hitting a nearby tree.

"I rectify my statement, I am on the verge of collapse and I have fallen prey to insanity to the point of hallucinating my best friend, Luz Noceda, urging me not to waste time and continue with my plan." Arkan said, in a calm and incredibly tired tone. Continuing with his audio diary, ignoring the hallucination of a worried Luz about her condition.

"I'm not hallucinating, I'm your best friend who loves you and offers you her unconditional emotionally support." She said "Luz", hugging Arkan tightly who looks stunned by all of this.

When the hallucination stopped hugging him, Arkan took a big step away from "Luz", turning so that his back was to her friend.

"I am rectifying my earlier statement again. Physical and psychological collapse imminent.

So I have subconsciously created an idealized imaginary construct of Luz to prevent my demise indefinitely.

Maybe this is an absurd way of a madman saying he is not mad, but who cares what I say? "Arkan muttered, looking behind him out of the corner of his eye, continuing to see the imaginary friend.

" I care about you." She declared her fictional Luz about her, pouting adorable, not liking being ignored when she tries to help her friend.

"To get out of this place I decided to build a portal between worlds, in the past I managed to create artifacts capable of connecting the Boiling Isles and other Realms that exist parallel to the Earth." Arkan said, pressing a spot on the Omni-Tool, projecting a holographic whiteboard full of formulas and construction diagrams.

"Our old projects, I remember when you made a digital backup to be able to work on them at any time of the day." She commented on the fictional Luz, placing her next to Arkan, looking longingly at the holographic board.

"In a more favorable scenario, I would have used the resources granted by Celestial House to begin the fabrication of a new Portal.

But I cannot enter my most expensive sanctuary without a door, where I can find a door with a lock in an endless forest.

I can't access any of my best tools and resources, I've been forced to improvise like never before. At least being a druid and an experienced runner practitioner offers unique advantages in such an environment. "Arkan said, lifting his head towards the higher branches of the forest.

For hundreds of feet on the branches of each tree hang the corpses of every sort of folkloric creature imaginable from red court vampires to mountain trolls.

Each of these bodies has a complex Rune engraved on the forehead and a large branch that passes through the rib cage reaching the heart. If that's not enough, the bark of these trees are covered with mystical symbols written in their blood.

"In the name of The Good Witch Azura, this place is not only driving you crazy, it pushes you beyond your own moral limits. Blood magic, living sacrifices, you are close to forbidden magic." She declared the fictional Luz in a hysterical tone, fully understanding what Arkan is doing is dangerous in so many ways.

"Using the magic of the druids I was able to create a physical portal body.

The power source has been a problem, my own magic cannot power such a feat, not even the creation of solar crystals or pure electricity from a level four Esper.

I had to resort to capturing and burning hundreds of souls of the monsters who attacked me.

The Blood Runes allowed me to guide the energy into a single point.

Too bad the energy of several hundred creatures is not enough. "

According to my calculations I would need a lot more, two million souls, which is minimal. "Arkan said, highlighting a mathematical formula on the holographic board and some graphs showing the high energy consumption.

"It would take me years to capture so many monsters and burn their souls to power my portal.

Such a quantity is not possible, I have to work on quality. I would need a deeper understanding of Runes, Souls and Blood Magic to make up for the lack of suitable materials.

But time passes and I grow weak ... I don't want to die in such a place, not so in complete solitude, defeated by a degenerative disease or suffocated like a rat in a cage! "Arkan yelled, ending the recording, breaking the his stoic mask of calm, tightly clenching his fists, letting out his anger.

Sparks of crimson lightning shot out of his body, turning the nearest trees into makeshift lightning rods.

A large number of pebbles and boulders took off and were thrown randomly into the forest.

The ground are your feet was covered with a thin layer of ice.

His fists glow red, emitting a basic amount of smoke,

giving the feeling that they are about to burn or release a burst of fire.

"Arkan, calm down, having a nervous breakdown right now won't help you!

I know I always tell you to express your emotions, but this is not the right time or place to self-express yourself! "Shouted the imaginary Luz, putting in front of Arkan, drawing his attention to make him calm down before he attracts the attention of. a pack of monsters.

"This place can bend me, but I don't break. Today I escape or die trying." He muttered Arkan, returning calm and stoic after his little outpouring of pent-up anger.

"Arkan's diary. Recording J-30 / O-12 / N-02. To sum up my situation I'm tired, angry, desperate and I have no time left. Basically I've made it to the Godzilla Threshold.

Once the Threshold is crossed, any plan, with even the smallest possibility of success, no matter how ludicrous, dangerous, or abhorrent, suddenly becomes a valid option.

I am forced to use unprecedented measures with irreversible effects that will haunt me for the rest of my life. But better to die on your feet fighting than to rot in a hiding place.

If anything happens to me and by a miracle this diary will return to Earth.

Luz, Amity, Eda, Lily, Camila, King, Woz, Lilith, Arin, Mira, Akio, Levi, Yui, Lieselotte, I love you and want you to continue your life without me.

And I leave all my earthly possessions that I own to Luz on the condition that she marries Amity by her 23rd birthday.

If it doesn't happen, my assets will be divided into eight equal parts and handing over to Trinity Seven and Woz. "Arkan stated, completely shutting down the futuristic recording device, having surrendered his last will.

"The game is in progress." He muttered Arkan, starting to use a specific type of his magic.

Circuit-like symbols of fluorescent blue appeared on the arms, a magical seal appeared on both the backs of the hands.

"Isn't this your space-time seal to seal the most dangerous objects you have recovered in your career, so dangerous you can't leave out of your reach?" She asked the imaginary Luz, starting to sweat, having a vague idea of the type of objects that were sealed in this way.

The kind of weapon that in the right circumstances can destroy a city or experience a catastrophe comparable to a full-scale pandemic.

Arkan did not answer his imaginary friend, instead took a deep breath, closes his eyes and joins his hands, connecting the two seals.

"And war broke out in heaven: Michael and his angels battled with the dragon, and the dragon and its angels battled but it did not prevail, neither was a place found for them any longer in heaven. So down the great dragon was hurled, the original serpent, the one called Devil and Satan, who is misleading the entire inhabited earth; he was hurled down to the earth, and his angels were hurled down with him. Revelation 12: 7-9, The Bible. " Arkan recited a biblical verse, the code word to bring out the most dangerous object of his pandora box.

When the young sorcerer separated his hands, the two magical seals on the palms shone entirely for a second, shooting a light back, pulling a small glass box with an ancient coin inside out of a safe.

"Blackened Denarius!" The fictional Luz cried, with sheer horror and fear, turning pale at the sight of the ancient coin.

"I understand that you are in a very bad situation and you think you have no other hope of victory. But you are so desperate to use this cursed item, you understand what you want to get involved with!" She shouted the fictional Luz who is surely reincarnating Arkan's common sense and conscience.

"Blackened Denarius are said to be the pieces of silver given to Judas Iscariot in exchange for his betrayal of Jesus. Of the thirty coins, eleven are currently believed to be in the possession of the church.

Each coin carried by the Pentacles contains the trapped spirit of a fallen angel.

Whoever touches the coins is contaminated by the interior Fallen, tempted and empowered; the Fallen guide the mortal deeper and deeper into his influence until eventually they surrender enough for the Fallen to take control. "Arkan said, giving a solid gun explanation of what the Blackened Denarius are, their level of danger and the enormous risk of corruption that it entails.

"If you know all these details, why do you want to do it?" She asked the fictional Luz, hoping she would give us a chance to change Arkan's mind.

"I don't want to do it, I have to. I prefer to fight a battle within myself for the rest of my life instead of rotting in this beyond the monsters." Arkan stated, having no other options at the moment but to make a deal with a Fallen Angel sealed in a coin.

"I dream and wake up on the verge of my deception. I take my breath away and I know that he is waiting for me. I hear the echo of his words and the end can no longer wait. Into the dark they throw me!" Arkan said, leaving the exact words to get the glass box opened.

"You used the lines from Giorgio Vanni's song for the Death Note theme as a password. You're a nerd of the highest kind." Luz commented, trying to lift the mood. Incredibly difficult thing to do when one is preparing to negotiate with one of the Devil's lieutenants.

The Young Sorcerer has looked at the Blackened Denarius, his appearance belies enormous power, few would believe that an ancient silver coin just under a quarter could contain the essence of a fallen celestial being.

One side of the coin shows the ancient portrait, possibly in the profile of a man. The opposite side to a kind of mark hidden under a rune-shaped stain that resembles an OOO, which could mean beyond infinity.

"The genius and the demon get dirty with ink. Destiny has chosen me and there is no return. There is an idea that touches my mind, a new world and my light will shine. Nothing will stop me." Arkan recited, grabbing the coin with his left hand, taking a road with no way back.

Luz's mental projection vanished without a trace, leaving Arkan completely alone to proceed with his plan.

In the next instant, Arkan felt a stinging shock rise on his arm, spreading throughout his body.

The Young Sorcerer gets the sudden, intangible impression that someone nearby was waking up from a nap and stretching.

When a pair of invisible eyes stare deep into his soul, his left hand begins to tremble, almost dropping the grip on his hand.

"Don't you dare to paint me as a cowardly race of Bijū sealed in a coin!

I'm John Holmes the Genius of Gravesfield, I'm Bruce Belmont the Monster Hunters who cheated Crowley, I'm Arkan, the most powerful sorcerer of his generation, the Future King of Wizards! "Arkan shouted, letting out a fierce rage, tightening his hand tightly around the Blackened Denarius.

SMASH!

Arkan hit the ground with a punch so hard it created a small crater.

After this little show of willpower, the blackened seal of the Fallen Angel appeared before Arkan's eyes, showing that the entity seals within the Blackened Denarius has fully awakened, devoting its full attention to the young sorcerer.

Arkan's mind and / or soul sensed a metaphysical door opening and slowly slipping inside him.

Slowly, he begins to hear something, an ever-changing voice that whispers almost imperceptibly.

Simultaneously the ancient coin emits a sparkle of red-orange light, the seal in the shape of OOO shines more.

"You did your entrance theatrical show, now you can come out, I want to negotiate face to face with you, Angelo Caduto!" He demanded Arkan, in an authoritative voice, wanting to get straight to the point and get an acceptable deal with his new roommate.

The fallen celestial entity has decided to make a dramatic appearance, perhaps to upset Arkan or because he likes to do things in a big way.

Arkan's shadow began to tremble wildly, widening to a perfect circle.

The shadow has turned into a puddle of black oil as the night, slowly the puddle has begun to boil creating air bubbles and streaks of smoke.

'Interesting, my eyes see a show straight out of a class B horror movie. But my nose doesn't smell like boiled oil, that's also true of my thermal sense, no real temperature change.' Arkan thought, folding his arms, silently observing what is happening, curious how this scenario will end.

Without warning a sad and dramatic melody begins to play, with each passing second instruments, violins, cello, flutes, drums etc are added

An orchestra of skeletons emerge from the puddle, playing their musical instrument in a mistral way, this looks like the work of a necromancer combined with a crazed musician.

The whole orchestra of skeletons positioned in the shape of a semicircle, facing Arkan, begins to accelerate the rhythm of the music.

In the center of the orchestra, seven meters away from Arkan, an elegant wooden western bar emerges from the puddle.

TAM-TAM-TAM!

The sound of trumpets and drums synchronizes with the opening of the bar, revealing an infinite darkness with two large silver eyes.

"If you dance with the devil, the devil doesn't change. It's the devil who changes you." She declared a melodic female voice, the kind of voice that should belong to a siren or a muse however beautiful it sounds.

The fallen angel pops out of the bar, revealing the aspect he has chosen especially for Arkan.

Its appearance is mainly humanoid and female, reminiscent of a Monster-girl or a sexy alien, surely this shape was created to be attractive and stimulates Arkan's exotic tastes.

If you have to give them an age, it would be somewhere between 18 or 20.

A very tall 177cm woman, possessing a slender and well endowed body, her three sizes are from the top, 88, 55, 85.

Her skin is beige in color without the slightest sign of a wrinkle, giving the impression of being smoother than the silk itself.

Her face inspires an elegant and maternal air, instead of possessing the inhuman beauty typical of a supernatural creature or the mathematically precise beauty of a homunculus.

She possesses a more royal beauty, a very pretty girl who can easily pass off as a loving older sister or an attractive girl with a particularly large wealth on hand.

Her "normal" beauty has been framed with imaginative features that make her a kind of fairytale princess.

Perhaps it was intentional, a human beauty made fairytale by small exotic elements, a combination of normality and supernatural.

Its large eyes have six-pointed star-shaped pupils that are glacial blue surrounded by a silver iris. Pair with thick, black lashes, both at the top and at the bottom.

Its ears start out like normal human ears, only longer and end in the shape of bat wings.

Her broad smile shows a mouth full of sharp white teeth.

She has long dark blue hair, with lighter blonde highlights, which is tied in a low, double-banded ponytail. Her blue fringe twists to her left with a curl.

She wears a dark purple fancy dress made with black laces, open at the back and front, to which most of her beige skin is exposed.

The dress was chosen for two reasons, seduction and functional.

The seduction part is easy to understand when you see such beauty in a dress that shows so much.

The functionality part is only understood when one calculates the most obvious exotic traits of this beauty, large bat-like wings coming out of her body and a tail.

A pair of dark blue wings with different shades of blue come out from the shoulder area, under the shoulder blade and the back around the waist. A set of two bat wings of different sizes and shapes for three different areas of the body for a total of six wings.

Finally, a long, thin silver tail that resembles the body of a millipede comes out of the bone / coccyx area.

She also wears a pair of purple gloves that have petal-shaped cuffs, along with long black ribbons that wrap around her arms, coming to an end just enough to be able to show off a complex runic tattoo located on both shoulders.

She wears a beautiful ballet tutu in brilliant hues that looks like it is made of peacock feathers, the semi-sheer jumpsuit reaches to the knees.

Her feet are covered in silver ballet slippers covered in diamond dust.

Oddly, the only accessory that looks out of place from her fairytale image of a princess ballerina of the night are old aviator goggles that appear to have been well maintained and kept around her neck.

"My dear little angel, I am an Occult Detective with only 300 days of memory, in this short moment I managed to meet a bunch of eccentric girls.

But you, you deserve a place of honor, a vampire-like Monster-girl, dressed as a ballerina princess, with a whole orchestra and an illusory stage to accompany them. "Arkan said, smiling under the gas mask. , giving sincere applause to the entity disguised as a dancer of the night.

"I am delighted that you enjoyed my show.

As a celestial being, my true form, which I had to disguise due to the fragility of your dull senses, is the size of your Chrysler building.

My real voice would make you deaf. My real face would make you blind. Truly appreciating my grace would make you dead. "He declared the fallen angel, dancing with unnatural grace towards Arkan, as if all purgatory were his stage.

"Well over eight hundred years have passed since someone had the honor of seeing my performance. If I remember correctly the last one was a certain alchemist named Gara, who abandoned him." She muttered the fallen angel, talking to herself, forgetting for a moment about everything except her next dance move.

"You, what will you be to me?

A mere spectator in the grandstand, a chaperone for my show or the manager who will take my talent to the next level. "Asked the fallen angel, taking a step forward, looking straight into his golden eyes.

The celestial silver meets the gold of eden that the dances begin.

"When you are in hell only the devil can help you. I find myself a prisoner in this remote place and you are my ticket out." Arkan said, wanting to start the discussion by making clear his current goals.

"A spectator asks for my autograph, are you willing to pay the full price for this act?" She asked the dancer of the night, handing over to Arkan, expecting the young wizard to make a deal right away.

"I'm desperate, not stupid." Arkan said, slapping the Fallen Angel's hand, not accepting the roommate's initial offer of him.

"I don't know if I must feel insulted or intrigued, no man before has refused my hand in this way, so crude and simple." The dancer said, looking at Arkna more carefully, comparing the human in front of her with the humans he remembers seeing 800 years ago.

'Because it doesn't surprise me, of all the Fallen Angels, I receive the Blackened Denarius which contains a diva dancer with a princess attitude. I almost miss Castiel, he was Dean's little dog troublemaker, at least he was more peaceful. ' Arkan thought, sure that one or more higher forces are having fun at his expense, pairing him with a character just as eccentric as himself.

"Before going on with business, please can you give me the pleasure of knowing your name." She kindly asked Arkan, trying to be civil, wanting to start this long relationship of collaboration / cohabitation with the right step, if such a thing is possible with a Fallen Angel who has moved into his soul / mind.

"I'm surprised, you know the basic ways to approach a young lady in my class. But you haven't yet proved your worth in receiving such an honor." She said the dancer of the night, seeming surprised at Arkan's good manners, expecting more ugly behavior from him.

"You will have to make do with my stage name, Ailes Sieben Schläger Wahnsinn." She declared the dancing diva, running her hand through her hair, pronouncing her name with clock and clarity as if she were the most important woman in the world.

'A long pompous name, perfect for such a character.' Arkan thought, sure this stage name fits Ailes perfectly.

"If this beautiful name is too complex for your crude mind, I give you the privilege of using this short nickname, Sunstar." Ailes said, deciding to be friendly to Arkan, wanting to keep things civil and at his level of professionalism ... for the time being.

"Ailes, do you know where we are?" Asked Arkan, wanting to know how much information the fallen angel possesses, during his eight hundred years of imprisonment in the Blackened Denarius did he have a chance to see what happens around the coin or was it left in the dark and isolated from the rest of the world?

"In a horrible wood before a good light or acoustics ..." Ailes is about to list more unflattering words about this forest, but notices something wrong and pauses for a second to look around.

"This is not Earth, Heaven or Hell. How did you end up in this closet for failed interpreters !?" Ailes exclaimed aloud, putting aside her good manners and her aristocratic attitude.

"Simple, I stabbed the Leviathan King in the heart with a bone of a righteous mortal washed in the three bloods of the fallen. My reward for this stunt, captivity." Arkan said in a bitter tone, giving a fairly brief overview of how he got to Purgatory.

Too bad that even so little is a lot for a creature like Ailes who has seen the construction and destruction of Rome up close.

"Being a hero involves so many risks, codes of conduct to respect and face so many adversities, always thinking you have others and never yourself." Ailes said, walking in a circle around Arkan, noting his unusual clothing and armament that belongs to a person who faces many dangers.

"In the end look where it takes you?" Ailes asked, stopping in front of Arkan, spreading his hands and six wings to make more scene.

"In a remote place and your only victory will be to be able to say that you have done the right thing for the greater good." Ailes said, with a melancholy face, taking a couple of steps towards the young wizard.

"Wouldn't it be better to be free to do whatever you want, how and when you want, without consequences and worries?" Ailes asked, placing a hand on the sorcerer's shoulder and using her tail to push him from behind towards her.

"I could help you set you free." He proposed Ailes, with a smile and a seductive tone, placing a finger on Arkan's chest, drawing imaginary circles with his finger.

"All you have to do is say yes." He whispered Ailes straight into Arkan's left ear, his voice and his words bouncing in Arkan's head.

Arkan's sense of smell begins to perceive a sweet and pleasant smell. Her body temperature rose and the light hit Ailes' face so that she looked like a woodland fairy.

"I accept that your features are beautiful, your words tempt me and your voice is a true aphrodisiac. Right now I am experiencing impulses that I have not felt for more than 100 days." Arkan said, looking enchanted by Ailes, gently placing his hand on the Fallen Angel's right cheek, giving it a loving caress.

"Too bad that love and sex with a mental projection of my subconscious desires are among the last things that cross my mind." Arkan said, with a wry smile, giving the Fallen Angel a sudden slap.

"If you like the play, here are some profound words: Nothing is real, everything is lawful.

Nothing is real, everything is lawful, it does not mean think what you want and do as you please.

It indicates that freedom has its consequences and decisions affect the lives of others.

So you have to be wise rather than free. But what kind of morality does it appeal to? "Arkan said, quoting phrases from a famous video game series.

"Philosophy? Are you proving to be more cultured than I expected?" Ailes stated, wide-eyed from Arkan's slap or rejection.

"Let me summarize the situation for you. We're both stuck in purgatory, if I can't get out of here in no time I'll die." Arkan said aloud, looking ready to have a screaming match.

Ailes is about to open his mouth to say something, but Arkan won't let them speak.

"Don't interrupt my presentation. If I die here, you will be imprisoned in purgatory for eternity without a second pomace to stand on the real stage.

Purgatory is an endless forest full of sacks of meat that you cannot fit into.

Ailes, Sunstar or whatever you want to be called, you are an Angel, Fallen or not. Angels can only enter the bodies of humans strong enough to contain their power. "Arkan stated the bare facts, Angels unlike many mystical entities can only gain control of humans who agree with the idea and have given their explicit permission.

"I am the only human abomination strong and mad enough in all of Purgatory to make a pact with you." Arkan stated, slapping his hand on his chest, highlighting the fact that she is the only ship available to Ailes.

"My little angel, you have only two choices. You can live with me or die with me." Arkan stated, putting in front of Ailes, looking her straight in her eyes, hinting that there are only two options with him.

"Human beings are so ... interesting." She said Ailes, starting to giggle, feeling amused and delighted by Arkan's monologue.

"I just realized what you will be for me, a manager, a producer looking for an unparalleled star for his show. Let's hear your offer." Ailes said, with a mischievous smile, flapping his wings forcefully, feeling stimulated to return to the scene.

"Ailes you are an entity that precedes the Creation of the Human Race and of planet Earth itself.

You possess an unparalleled wisdom that makes each of your guests a truly terrifying force.

Help me improve my Runes and I will be able to create a portal to exit Purgatory. "Arkan said, in a calm tone, pointing to the pair of strange semi-arched trees and the forest covered with blood glyphs.

"My artist eye can see a very precise set of Runes, a combination of Celtic and Nordic traditions, with some more exotic details." Ailes said, walking towards the trees covered with mystical carvings, noting Arkan's high level of craftsmanship.

"Taking into account your age and the circumstances you are in here, you have done a beautiful work. But there is a lot of room for improvement here." Ailes said, acting like a skilled art critic.

"Let's run away from this place together, then let's see how this strange collaboration of ours will end?" Arkan asked, confident that Ailes will accept his offer, having everything to lose if he rejects his business offer.

"I will be the star, the set designer and artistic consultant of your work, only this time I will do this work for free. After that you will have to pay for any of my services." Ailes said, turning to Arkan, holding out his hand.

"An acceptable deal, we work together to get out, then we fight to see who will lead this walking play." Arkan declared, shaking Ailes' hand, ending his first pact with the fallen angel.

XXX

After several hours of Arkan's manual work and Ailes' technical assistance, the 2.0 portal has been finalized.

"Producer you have the honor to kick off this show." Ailes said, standing behind Arkan, putting his fingers so he could better frame the portal

" Make it or brake it !" Arkan stated, standing in front of the two strange trees that come together to form a semi-arch door.

"Poartă către o lume nouă, devorează sufletele blestemate a 333 de creaturi a nopți și trezește, deschide un drum că să fug din această închisoare! (Door to a new world, devour the damned souls of 333 creatures of the night and wake up, April la strain to escape this prison!) "Arkan said, using a type of magic powered by his soul power, creating a globe of rainbow light in his hands.

Simultaneously all the mystical carvings in the forest began to glow, no, burn!

Orange flames come out of the Runes and are proposed everywhere, the old and new corpses of the sacrifices turning into a crimson miasma that is sucked into the pair of trees that form the exit gate.

"The climax of this show has arrived, time to make a grand finale worthy of my scenography or to make an epochal failure!" Ailes exclaimed, ordering Arkan to continue with his spell or else there will be a huge explosion that will shake the whole purgatory.

"This is the most unusual prison break of my life." He muttered Arkan, throwing the rainbow-colored ball of light at the gate filled with crimson miasma.

When the raw power of the monster souls combined with Arkan's space-dimensional spell they caused a chain reaction, resulting in a whirlwind of neon light that acts like a kind of black hole.

Without even being able to fight, Arkan was sucked into the gravitational force of the portal.

"This is not written in my scenario!" Ailes said, in a shocked tone, sure that such a thing shouldn't happen, the portal should be completely different in both shape and color.

Arkan couldn't even say his last words, because half of his body has already been sucked into the vortex, the last thing he saw was a flood of blinding colors.

XXX

Simultaneously in a completely different corner of the Omniverse.

It was a perfectly normal day on the streets of Duckburg. The sun was shining. The adults did their daily chores as usual and the children went to kindergarten or school.

Somewhere in Duckburg, precisely in a very dirty alley, a crack has appeared in the space-time continum fabric above the dustbin of a shady restaurant.

This anomaly lasted long enough to spit out a certain half-passed young sorcerer from indescribable experience.

"I hate ... portals ... magical." He muttered Arkan, before losing being knocked out by travel fatigue or the smell of rotten fish.

Continues ...

Chapter Text

Narrative Arc 1: Welcome to Mad Duckworld, dear hero and dancer

Episodes 1: The madman, the angel and the ducks (II)

Chapter 2: The alien in the alley and the Green Room

POV Narrator

Today is a beautiful summer day in Duckburg, a clear cloudless sky and bright sunshine.

The adults are on their way to work, the children are taking advantage of the summer vacation to have fun, the multimillionaires are preparing for yet another treasure hunt, the thugs are completing revenge plans or ways to get rich quick.

In a quiet urban area of Duckburg, a purple hummingbird girl is taking a shortcut to get to the public library as quickly as possible and read her beloved books all day, the dream of any intellectual or literary enthusiast.

This person is called Violet, she is a preteen between 11 and 12 years, 135 centimeters tall.

Like most of the inhabitants of this world, Violet is an anthropomorphic animal.

In her case it is a purple hummingbird with a dark purple beak, freckles and claws, purplish black hair with a curly tip and the end in a bun with a dark green headband, blue eyeshadow.

She wears a long-sleeved green shirt with light blue accents, black pants and a tail with white ends. Over her shoulders she carries a red-brown backpack full of books and school supplies for taking notes.

Violet is a girl with a high intellectual level and a low level of social skills, living her life under the rules of science and logic.

This combination of traits makes her a model student and a very difficult girl to approach from her peers.

Fortunately, Violet has never suffered from the lack of social interactions, receiving enough affection from her adoptive parents, preferring to focus her energies on studying and doing the Junior Woodchucks.

In a normal situation Violet would not go through the narrow alleys of the city to get to the public library as quickly as possible.

But today the bookshop receives the long-awaited order from Violet, a book that details the languages and cultures of various civilizations that have disappeared under unknown circumstances.

In order to get her hands on the book and read it as soon as possible, Violet decided to take several shortcuts.

Currently, Violet is walking quietly through an alley when she notices something fallen to the ground, a black balmoral cap, decorated with a thick silver band on it.

"Has anyone lost a hat?" Violet asked, lifting the black cap off the ground, looking for a label or a clue to bring it back to its rightful owner.

"An angel ... of all ... obedience." Ha mormorato with one voice roca, sounding mezzo addormentato.

Violet's head turns to the sound of the voice coming from the dustbin in the alley.

The hummingbird girl saw ... well, Violet isn't quite sure what she's looking at.

It doesn't help that the thing ... person ... creature is half buried in a dumpster, having his chest and head hanging out of the dumpster.

Did Violet stand still for a second, thinking about what she should do, walk away and ignore it, call her parents or an ambulance, maybe the police?

Violet's train of thought was cut short, when a gust of wind appeared without warning, knocking the strange being off balance who immediately fell out of the dustbin, and ended up rolling in front of Violet.

The literature lover approaches to see the creature better than to capture his attention.

Violent is still hesitant, but when he sees the stranger stretched out with no one to care for him, coupled with the fact that he starts moaning and fidgeting as if in a nightmare ...

For a moment Violet remembered the time she spent with her biological family and at the orphanage, a not-too-happy period of her short life, at least until she was adopted by her fathers.

The civic sense and spirit of Violet's Junior Woodchucks have come into operation to the fullest of her competence.

"Junior Woodchucks Rule Five: Always Help a Person in Need." She played Violet, getting down on her knees and pulling out of her red-brown backpack, a Junior Woodchucks first aid kit for emergencies.

Violet began inspecting the creature for wounds and mentally writing down her findings.

"Two arms, two legs, each with five fingers, a chest, a head, two literally positioned ears and two eyes, no trace of a tail or a beak. No fur, feathers or scales, only bare skin except hair on the head." She muttered Violet, running her hands through the creature's body and groping it in various places.

"At first glance from the build it looks like a boy ... surely it is a boy." Violet whispered, with a slight blush on her cheeks, after doing a simple and straightforward check to figure out the creature's sex.

"I'm pretty sure it's a mammal, the closest thing in nature I can compare it with is a primate, specifically a chimpanzee." Violet said, using her knowledge as a model student to compare the creature with the closest animal she knows.

"Visibly I can't find any stab wounds or signs of external physical trauma. If there are micro fractures or internal bleeding I can't find them." She muttered Violet, finishing her first physical inspection, hoping the creature was in perfect health.

The lover of literature has begun to observe the chest to check the respiratory movements, listen with the ear if there are respiratory noises, bring the cheek to the nose and mouth of the injured person to perceive the flow of air.

"The mask makes it difficult to identify the breath, but not impossible. In my opinion it breathes within the standard rhythms of its kind." She muttered Violet, quickly moving on to the third and final part of her "medical check", she checks her heart rate.

Violet rests her index and middle fingers on her raised chin, where there is a notch in the neck, just below the jaw, to the right of the larynx, slowly pressing her fingers there.

"The suit makes it difficult to identify the wrist." Violet said, failing to check her heart rate due to the creature's thick garment or a biological oddity about her.

Violet decides to rest her head against the creature's chest, finding the rhythm of ... two or three hearts?

"Other than the unknown number of hearts, I consider him to be fine. No noticeable wounds, no respiratory or heart problems. He must have just passed out." She concluded Violet, letting out a sigh of relief that she didn't know she was holding back, not needing to use her first aid kit.

"You're fine, probably. But what are you?" Violet asked, beginning to wonder about the creature she ... she inspected for medical aid purposes.

"An unknown life form with no precedent, could it be an alien or a laboratory experiment?" She muttered Violet, finding only two explanations for the creature's presence.

Most likely of all, Violet has found an alien, how and why she is in Duckburg is a puzzle to be solved for later.

The least likely, someone for an unknown reason did illegal experiments on monkeys, creating this creature that most likely came out of the laboratory.

"It can't be a lab experiment. The lab rats wore no clothes or precious jewelry." Violet said, shaking her head, erasing the theory of the escaped laboratory experiment that sounds something out of a science fiction movie in favor of the alien theory.

Perhaps some can say that aliens are more far-fetched than monsters created in an underground laboratory.

But what makes the most sense to Violet?

Does a man and / or woman of science often have a fortune to create an evolved being from a primate to lose them on the streets of Duckburg?

Not only do they lack logic, but creating a life form from scratch is too great a financial cost, full of philosophical controversies, with little to gain. It would be more profitable and easier to do research on genetics or another branch of science.

On the other hand, in an infinite universe full of billions of suns and as many planets, is it possible that the single world has had the good fortune to develop its own intelligent life?

For Violet, the alien theory is the most likely and the most correct, especially when she has turned her attention back to the clothing and equipment of the potential alien.

"He's wearing a suit made from an unknown polymer, covered with carvings I can't recognize." Violet muttered, looking carefully at the carvings on the suit and various pieces of armor.

Violet's more scholarly side is experiencing an unprecedented lust for study, her passion for history and ancient cultures made her an unofficial expert in dead languages, being able to identify dozens of scriptures at a glance.

The fact that he cannot recognize the symbols present on the clothing of the potential alien in the slightest stimulates his curiosity to an unprecedented level.

Who is this alien?

How did it get here?

Why is he in Duckburg?

What do these symbols mean?

How advanced is its technology?

What are the socio-cultural habits of your homeland?

A similar chain of questions is going through Violet's head, one after another, almost taking over.

The hummingbird girl took a deep inhale, then breathes, repeating the process several times, with each breath Violet calms down.

"Once he wakes up, you can get some answers, until then keep an eye on him and keep gathering information." Violet muttered, returning to think objectively and rationally.

"The stranger is well equipped, they recognize the equivalent of a semiautomatic pistol and a knife, even if the style and materials are unknown. Could it be a soldier?" Violet murmured, they glimpse various devices and weapons present on the body of the potential alien, making the hypothesis of the soldier or a belonging to a caste of warriors.

Violet is not a great techie, preferring by a long way to study traditional history and science, but she does recognize a piece of advanced technology.

Without a thorough examination, Violet can do nothing more than use her eye to infer the function of each device.

"On the shoulder there seems to be some kind of advanced blaster with a badge incorporated while on the forearm a kind of personal arm computer?" Violet muttered, focusing on the futuristic device that could hold a lot of information.

On the left shoulder of the potential alien is a strange indigo, black and white device built around a kind of metal badge. Put simply, it appears to be a blaster that can be held on the user's shoulder.

The entire left forearm is covered with a kind of Gauntlet or a metallic bracelet of silver-red color, with a rectangular screen.

"The otherworldly aspect and these advanced devices support my theory of the extraterrestrial.

Something like this can only be had by the richest people in the world or state-of-the-art research labs. "Violet said, lifting the left forearm of the potential alien so she could tinker with the futuristic device.

By randomly pressing the colored symbols on the screen, Violet brought up a red holographic interface that covers the entire left forearm, making sure to overlap with the physical body of the silver bracelet.

"Intriguing, a holographic interface that can be touched with bare hands." Violet commented, surely that not even Scrooge McDuck's research labs have anything like this locked away in such a small device.

"Audentes fortuna iuvat (fortune favors the bold)." Violet starred, continuing to see how this device works and what it may contain.

By pressing a button on the Gauntlet's physical screen, he was lucky enough to pop up a holographic screen, showing the image of the Titan, a gigantic corpse the size of the British Isles, used as the basis for the construction of a civilization known as the Boiling Isles.

Including the purple colored boiling sea and the red sky, main clues that it is not a remote and unknown corner of the Duckworld.

Violet remained silent looking at the photograph with graphics impossible for current technology.

He simply gestured with his hand on the surface of the holographic screen, hoping that it works like a smartphone screen.

The image of the Boiling Isles has been replaced with the image of Luz and Amity exercising with their magic sticks in the middle of the forest.

Violet continued to browse through the photo gallery further, getting the chance to see places, people and life forms that cannot exist in her world.

"Violet Apollonia Sabrewing you are the first person in history to make First Contact with an alien, you will end up in the Junior Woodchucks manual and in the history books." He muttered Violet, managing to stay calm in such a situation that can completely change the course of history and the evolution of the planet itself.

"First of all, I should try to wake the alien without frightening it.

I'd rather take him to a more civilized and hygienic spot than a street alley, but seriously doubt I can lift him. "Violet muttered, deciding it was the right time to wake the confirmed alien from his sleep.

XXX

While Violet was doing her rescue / investigation operation, something is happening inside Arkan's "mental palace / inner world".

The Young Sorcerer found himself sitting on a chair fit for a king, made of pure gold, red upholstery, decorated with precious jewels.

Before him is the Fallen Angel who presented herself with her long and ridiculous stage name, Ailes Sieben Schläger Wahnsinn.

Ailes has remained identical to her previous appearance as a princess ballerina of the night, only for a small detail in folding her wings in a hooded robe, much like a poncho, taking on the appearance of a ghost princess.

"Hi, Ailes, you are doing a nice imitation of a Necrofriggian." Arkan said, cheerfully greeting his new roommate, feeling more willing than ever.

"Manager, I have to admit that I expected to have to carry most of the weight for the sake of my show.

Surprisingly, I found that you are more capable and cultured than I imagined.

Even if your personal aesthetic sense is a long way to go, look at this bad place except for a few details it's so lifeless. "Ailes declared, giving Arkan a compliment and insult, making dramatic gestures towards the surroundings.

This "mental palace / inner world" resembles the perfect combination of a library and a labyrinth.

The room here is Arkan and Ailes, it is absurdly large, made up entirely of shelves and books scattered endlessly.

It has a stone dome like ceiling, a cylindrical wall, which appears to be made of plain brick, with many layers of stairs built into the surface of the walls.

The distance between the ground floor and the library canopy - on the other side of the long gallery that stretches like a multi-story labyrinth - is easily at least 40 meters, corresponding to the size of a ten-story building in the real world.

The air inside the library is filled with a dry smell, reminiscent of time-worn paper.

The place is littered with shelves tens of meters large, filled with books of all shapes and sizes that talk about every type of possible subject.

A good part of these shelves are sealed with bars, chains and padlocks, wanting to prevent anyone from touching these books.

Somewhere within the frequent bifurcations and slopes of the shelves is a circular space, in which is the pompous chair with Arkan sitting on it.

Behind the golden chair are four doors of different shapes and sizes, all four positioned so as to form a semi-arch.

Around this circular space there are several semitransparent colored spheres of light having shimmering marks inside them.

"I like how this place is decorated. I allow myself to keep track of my knowledge and access it easily." Arkan stated, defending the aesthetics and design of this "mental palace / inner world".

"Yes he understands that you are single without a mistress, this place lacks a feminine touch.

If we add a stage, a piano, a chandelier, some flowers and some paintings and this place is going to be fabulous. "Ailes said, presenting some ideas to make this mental space more pleasant.

'I expected having a Fallen Angel inside me to be more dramatic, something like Naruto and Kurama or Ichigo and Hollow Ichigo.

Instead I find myself with an eccentric roommate who seems to want to renovate her house instead of chaining me and taking control of my body. ' Arkan thought, leaning his head against his fist, taking the pose of a bored king, not knowing if he should love or hate this trait of his new roommate.

"I love libraries, Amity and I became friends in a bookstore, then we became best friends and sisters in arms by fighting an imaginary monster in the library. Finally, we even had our first kiss in a library." She recounted the imaginary Luz of her, with a slight blush on her cheeks, remembering her first kiss with Amity, stepping out of one of the four doors located behind the golden chair.

"Luz, you shouldn't be here, I understand that you are the beneficial manifestation of my subconscious. But how can you be present up to this point in my psyche." Arkan asked, in an incredulous tone, jumping up from his chair, approaching his new roommate.

"I have been inside the soul of a great number of individuals over the millennia. But I have never seen anything like it, not even inside the minds of the mentally ill, the closest would be people suffering from multiple personalities." Ailes exclaimed, in a pleasantly surprised tone, smiling at the sight of Luz, no, she is actually smiling at what Luz represents, an unprecedented novelty.

"The only negative thing about being an interpreter with my experience is that in the long run there are very few shows that can surprise you." Ailes said, finding this event unprecedented entertainment and she wishes to watch it closely as it unfolds.

"If even the fallen angel sees my hallucinations / imaginary friend it means I'm the craziest man in history, worse than Dexter Morgan, or this Luz is not purely the result of a harvest of isolation and potion abuse." He muttered Arkan, having to decide what is worse for himself, the awareness of being insane or suffering from a second psychic invasion?

"Holmes, I repeat to you not a hallucination or an invader waiting for the opportune moment to attack." Luz stated, glancing at Ailes who snorted at Azula's fan comment.

"I'm your best friend who loves you and offers her unconditional emotional support." Luz said, approaching Arkan to give him a warm welcome back hug.

"Manager, you are a pretty messed up specimen. A girl shows up in your head and the only thing you get is a hug, it's no surprise this place is so boring." Ailes stated, once again criticizing Arkan's tastes in terms of both physical desire and aesthetics.

"Oh yeah, I'm crazy. And you're stuck here with me." Arkan stated, not giving too much weight to Ailes' criticism, preferring to highlight a more important factor, the fallen angel is stuck inside him at his messed up mind / soul.

"Well, I think it's a good idea, but then, I'm a madman's roommate." Ailes stated, with an intrigued look, deciding to launch her own rerun.

"By the way when you wake up, don't act aggressive, a girl has found you and is giving you first aid." Luz said, delivering information on what's really going on in the outside world.

"It means that we have to keep this discussion short, in a short time I have to wake up and see where I am exactly." Arkan said, wanting to get it over with this roommate meeting shortly.

His paranoid side is screaming to wake up immediately and take action before something bad happens to his physical body.

His good and more carefree side, which hasn't been felt for a month,

he eagerly desires to see a world where the entire population does not want to kill him and eat real food or read a book in blissful serenity.

"Ariel, then give me a little hint as to what's going on. We can't continue our collaboration if the phantom of the opera interrupts us every now and then." Arkan stated, wishing he could get out of here, but first he has to figure out what precisely this "Luz" is inside his head.

"Time to do a little introductory show to the mechanics of my new home." Ailes said, with a smile on her face, appreciating having the entire attention of the room on herself.

"The outside of this chamber is a maze city filled with traps and obstacles to prevent intruders from entering your mind, a manifestation of your mental defenses and willpower.

This room is the interminable area of your mind, keep your superficial thoughts and daily knowledge. "Ailes said, giving a general presentation of the interior and exterior of this place.

Arkan is not in the least interested in this tale, being the person who more or less created this place, even if mainly it was his subconscious and a whole life experience, if 300 days full of adventures and trauma can equate to a life of experiences.

Luz on the other hand is quite interested in learning more about how her best friend's mind works, the last time she was here with Amity they didn't have time to look deeper as they were busy solving a magical problem.

"These luminous spheres are representatives of your connections / contracts with various magical entities, all of them appear to be in a state of deep sleep. It will take a long time to awaken them from their slumber." Ailes commented, nodding to the dozens of glowing spheres decorated with glittering brands floating around the library.

"These four doors lead to the most primal and heavily protected parts of your mind." Ailes declared, doing a pirouette, that is a turn done on the tip of one foot, landed in front of the doors.

With a couple of dance moves, Alcatraz arrives to stand in front of the first of four doors in this mental palace / inner world.

"During my various travels and performances on various stages I have seen similar manifestations, each of these doors leading to a specific part of your essence." Ailes said, understanding at a glance what these doors are and where they lead.

The first gate, a modern white metal door, equipped with an electronic lock. Above it is a plaque that reads: My Room.

"My Room, simple enough to understand, a room for the most intimate and personal thoughts, as well as keeping your memories. I have never seen such a lock, another novelty." Ailes said, leaning forward to be able to take a closer look at the electric lock, finding it very fascinating.

"Maybe I let Edric and Emira invade Amity's privacy, I won't let you do something like this with Holmes." Luz declared aloud, grabbing Ailes by her hand and dragging her away from the door, My Room.

"Ailes, you are not allowed to put feet or one of your wings in that room!" Arkan said, in an authoritarian tone, ready to fight for hours and take drastic measures to prevent anyone from getting into that part of his mind.

"I am a professional actress, perfectly capable of separating private from professional life. I am only interested in the well-being of the show, nothing more, nothing less." Ailes replied, seeming offended that she may be interested in Arkan's worldly desires and intimate thoughts, finding them unnecessary material to her creative process.

Ailes walks to the second gate, this time accompanied by Luz and Arkan who they find less than a meter behind her.

This door is more fanciful and darker than My Room, factory to resemble a heavily strengthened medieval gate to withstand a prolonged siege or lock up something powerful.

The gate is made of a black material, decorated with iron bars, a complex lock mechanism worthy of a bank, all covered with dozens of silver chains that pass through the bars and hundreds of padlocks.

The word Alcatraz is engraved on the surface of the gate.

"Alcatraz, a dressing room to keep the most frenetic actors in their place and repress your most traumatic experiences. Small curiosity seems to be open only from the outside.

I perceive the presence of various entities, mainly demons, someone enjoys collecting and locking monsters inside him.

You're taking the phrase, Inner Demons to a too literal sense. "Ailes said, with a mischievous smile, taking a twisted pleasure in this discovery, demons and similar entities are locked up and subjected to the will of his Manager.

"If you make a scene, you'll end up locked up behind that door." Arkan has issued a warning to the Fallen Angel, quite confident that Alcatraz could contain an unruly new roommate, perhaps not indefinitely, but enough to give them a moment of respite.

"I strongly doubt that it will ever happen, I am an irreplaceable star, without me the show will end." Ailes stated, not believing that Arkan and Alcatraz can lock its splendor behind a miserable door.

"You can not fight, I'm sincerely curious to see the ending, maybe we can find out how I got here?" Luz said, not wanting to become the mediator between Arkan and Ailes, she is enough and advances her current role as mediator between Arkan and Amity.

"Perfect, not even the psychic hallucination / manifestation itself knows its origin." Arkan commented, finding this little revelation to be a bad sign.

"Can any of you two tell me what your birth was like?" Luz asked a good question, no one being in the world remembers the exact process with which he appeared to the world, the same is true for Angels and similar entities who appeared simply without understanding the mechanisms behind their creation.

Arkan and Ailes were silent for a moment, having to give Luz a point.

The first is an amnesiac with only 300 of memory, his origins are shrouded in the deepest mystery and from the current findings, his birth was not normal and / or his parents were not completely human.

The second is a Fallen Angel, a celestial being created by God himself, a moment he did not exist then suddenly exists in a huge room surrounded by his fellows with a giant in front of him and his first creations, the archangels.

"Let's go to the next gate." He suggested Luz, seeing that the young sorcerer and the fallen angel are lost in their respective theories and memory of their "birth".

Arkan and Ailes just nod in agreement with Luz's proposal.

The third gate is the most diverse state of all, having an otherworldly aura.

A frame of pure celestial gold decorated with symbols incomprehensible to everyone, even a Fallen Angel.

The door itself possesses a shimmering golden aesthetic, giving off liquefied specks of gold dust that swirl from the edge of the door to vanish.

The surface of the door is decorated with what appear to be a hundred different constellations, forming a one-of-a-kind starry sky.

Finally, there is no handle, this means it is a one-way street.

"Three news in a single day, something like this hasn't happened in a very long time." Ailes said, smiling genuinely having not gotten such fun since humans invented naval warfare, theater, and poetry.

Ailes took a step towards the otherworldly door, wanting to take a closer look at it and understand how it works.

Once she took her first step, a shiver ran through her entire body, sending out a warning not to get any closer.

"This is not a creation of your mind. It was created from something powerful, truly powerful at the level of an Archangel or King of a Divine Pantheon, I dare say even something close to the power of my Father." Ailes said, trying and failing to hide a tone of fear in his voice.

It doesn't help that he is slowly backing away from the discomfort caused by the proximity to the third door.

"Do managers and Kuroko have an idea what could have created such an opening?" She asked Ailes, getting behind Arkan and Luz, wanting to have something between herself and the otherworldly door.

The grimace on Arkan's face is a clear sign that he doesn't want to talk to Ailes about Celestial House and his mysterious benefactor.

For this reason, Luz decided to provide a different to move the discussion to something else.

"Kuroko?" Luz asked, never having heard this foreign word, delivering a great diversion for someone who likes to explain at any time of day.

"Kuroko can be translated as the black man or black clothes, they are theatrical machinists foreseen in the traditional works of the Japanese theater who, during their work, wear particular black clothes that cover them entirely.

In kabuki the kurokos perform many of the functions performed by the technicians who normally work behind the scenes of the scene.

Among their tasks there are those related to moving the backdrops present on the stage; moving objects used during the performance; provide assistance during the change of scenes and clothes.

Kurokos are also often used to represent animals or other roles that do not require an actor to play but can be rendered by holding or moving an object. "Arkan said, providing the definition and a brief description of what a kuroko is.

"It's nice to hear I'm not the only one with a little culture." Ailes commented, appreciating that he wasn't the only person in the room who knows the art of theatricality.

"This means that my presence is recognized. Will you stop considering me a hallucination or an imaginary friend?" Luz asked, hoping that Arkan would stop referring to her as a mental problem of unknown origin.

"If you act like Luz and aren't planning anything nefarious I can recognize you as a valid replacement for Luz, until I get home and meet the real Luz." Arkan said, willing to give it a try with this Luz-like entity residing in his mind.

What does a man do to have a keepsake of his loved ones and get a great guard dog to keep an eye on a fallen angel.

"This is progress!" Luz exclaimed, in a joyful tone, giving Arkan a second hug.

"Manager, your kuroko came out this door, right?" Ailes said, shifting his attention to the fourth and final gate, ignoring the existence of the heavenly gate.

This door is the most normal of all, a simple wooden door, with an old metal handle.

The symbol of the Star of Atlantis is engraved on the top of the door. Under the symbol there are seven small boxes on which photos can be inserted, three arranged horizontally above and four below.

The first two of the seven boxes are already filled, having the image of Luz and Amity.

Below the mosaic of images is the inscription: Rounds of Lionheart.

"This gate was created recently, it doesn't even have 24 hours of existence.

It seems to have a two-way link between you and what Kuroko is, but I believe you can close and open the link at your will, judging by the key in the lock. "Ailes observed, pointing to an old key in the lock of this one. brings.

"What are we waiting for, let's enter, cross the threshold and find out what they really are!" She exclaimed the counterpart of Luz Noceda, she is always ready to live a new adventure.

"Every time we walk through a strange, potentially magical door we are in a lot of trouble." Arkan commented, having a pretty long personal list of how many times he and Luz went through a mysterious door and ended up in a bunch of problems.

"In the end it all ends well, we chased Eda in the Boiling Isles, we had a great time for the duration of the summer holidays. I found the love of my life, you made a long list of potential girlfriends, we saved the world. " Luz generally recounted the happiest events and love successes that happened on the Boiling Isles, leaving out all the pain, trauma, time travel and the many difficulties to face.

"Surely you behave like the real Luz, you always manage to convince me to do a madness for free." He muttered Arkan, turning his gaze to Ailes, having a petty idea that promises results.

"Ladies first, tell me if there are any traps or unwanted guests!" Arkan declared, opening the door and pushing the fallen angel inside, then hastily closed the door.

Luz glanced over, not appreciating Arkan's gesture.

"Manager, Kuroko, this room is not a trap, it is a green room and there is a guest waiting for you." Ailes stated, speaking loudly to be heard through the door.

"Green Room?" Luz asked, not knowing the term.

"In show business, the green room is the space in a theatre or similar venue that functions as a waiting room and lounge for performers before, during, and after a performance or show when they are not engaged on stage. Green rooms typically have seating for the performers, such as upholstered chairs and sofas." Ha detto Arkan, non potendo fare a meno di raccontare spiegazioni. Allungando la mano il giovane stregone apre la porta ed entra dentro alla green room.

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Ailes, Arkan and Luz entered the Green Room, finding a spacious and elegant green room, with walls covered with paintings, feet of Victorian chairs around it and walls.

In the middle of the room sitting in a chair is a very close acquaintance of Luz and Arkan.

"Mi Corazón estoy muy feliz de verte! (My Heart I'm so happy to see you!)" Luz shouted, jumping on top of Amity to hug and kiss her.

Amity is a Witch of the Boiling Isles, very pretty and a little taller than Luz,

he has pale skin, golden eyes, pointed ears.

Her hair is lilac colored and she wears it down with a bob cut.

She wears a short sleeved black dress with orchid leggings and black pointy shoes with gold crescent buckles.

"Manager, you are not such a boring man, your mind contains two younger and prettier girls kissing in front of you.

Being a spectator isn't bad, but I much prefer the men attending. "Ailes said, with a mischievous smile on his face, whether he's talking seriously or just joking with Arkan is a mystery.

Arkan doesn't respond to Ailes' taunt, preferring to concentrate on finding out why Luz and Amity are inside his head.

Ailes decided to step aside and observe the scene between his Manager, Kuroko and the Machinist.

"Amity, because I'm not surprised to see you here, wherever Luz goes, you chase her like a lovesick puppy." Arkan declared aloud, forcing the human and the witch to stop expressing their love in front of everyone.

Lumity reluctantly stopped kissing, realizing they have an audience in front of them.

Luz's entire face is red with embarrassment, realizing that she has overdone her affection, acting as if Amity is her long-lost love.

Amity blushes less, giving Arkan a bad look for ruining the moment with her Amor.

"I didn't want to be in your mind of all places either, as they say one round is enough. But I can't leave Luz alone with you, you will endanger her with your investigation or research." Amity stated, crossing her arms and walking towards Arkan, followed behind by Luz.

"This is Amity's typical jealous and possessive response. I still don't understand what you two are, but you definitely act like the real Amity and Luz." Arkan muttered, smirking, trying to see the good part of the deal, he has the presence and support of his best friend and his best friend's girlfriend.

'This means I'm stuck having an Amity counterpart in my head indefinitely. I'll have unprecedented headaches. ' Arkan thought, realizing the bad part of this situation, being stuck 24/7 with a 15-year-old teenage Witch with a "love-hate" relationship here.

"Amity, you've always been the smart one of the couple. When you appeared in this, Green Room, do you remember anything?" Arkan asked, getting straight to the point with no problems.

"In the shadow of the king, all those who support him lie invisible and unrecognized." Amity replied, trying to sound enigmatic and mysterious, managing to charm Luz who went completely red in her face.

"Don't play the cryptic Witch, I'm the one who loves to play these mind tricks." Arkan stated, wanting a sensible answer from Amity, not having the desire or the energy to handle something like that.

"For you, though, the idea of these invisible allies is a bit more literal. I don't know how or why, but before you came out of Purgatory you awakened the ability to manifest replicas within your shadow and in your mind. perfect of your closest allies. " Amity delivered the long-awaited answer from the young wizard.

When Luz's awesome girlfriend delivered this description for the newly manifested ability, something clicked in Arkan's mind.

"Rounds of Lionheart." He muttered Arkan, poking his forehead, remembering that before using the Blackened Denarius and seeing Shadow Luz, he experienced a familiar tingle that only appears when his benefactor decides to throw a bone at him.

"Nice name for a friend who invokes friends and allies." Commented Luz, as she rests her head on Amity's shoulder, finding the name Rounds of Lionheart fantastic.

'A little over a month of complete silence, Celestial House decided to give me a gift, no release from captivity, no, I receive the power to use my shadow to create perfect simulacra of my closest allies.' Arkan thought, realizing what really happened.

"Manager apparently got your answer." Ailes said, in an intrigued tone, having found something new and interesting about Arkan.

"I don't want to argue with a Fallen Angel and a Jealous Witch, I prefer to wake up." Arkan stated, often having enough time inside his Mindscape.

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They return to the real world.

Arkan is starting to wake up, the first thing he perceives is a girl's voice.

"Wake up, you have to wake up." You said the voice of a certain hummingbird girl.

Arkan blinks as he gets used to the first and true ray of light he receives from his often month in purgatory.

The Young Sorcerer begins to moan when he has felt something probably a hand hitting and prodding his ribs, a fairly effective method of awakening and / or irritating a person.

"You woke up, you're okay, do you understand what I'm saying?" She asked the hummingbird girl, slightly worried that Arkan isn't waking up or answering her questions.

"Maybe you suffer from a concussion celebrate, in which case I should call an ambulance." She said Violet, before she could reach out to pick up her phone.

Arkan suddenly reaches out and grabs Violet's wrist without even bothering to look in her direction.

"I'm awake, I don't suffer from any serious injuries or illnesses, I understand you perfectly, calling an ambulance is a bad idea." Arkan communicated, releasing his grip on Violet's wrist, rising quietly to her feet, noting that he is more than a foot tall than the girl who woke her.

"A little anthropomorphic bird girl, not the most bizarre life form I've seen so far." He muttered Arkan, having accepted Violet's cartoonish appearance without too much trouble, having been in far stranger situations thanks to Luz, Thor and other acquaintances in the wizarding world.

On the other hand, Violet was silent for a moment about what just happened and how Arkan responded.

Arkan married the gaze towards the street, noting the presence of dozens of anthropomorphic animals that are living everyday life.

'Toto, I've got a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.' Arkan thought, raising his left arm to use his Personal Arm Computer, pressing a button to get essential information about his surroundings.

"How do you understand and speak my language perfectly, have some kind of advanced translator or did you study the planet from a safe distance before coming here." Violet said, asking the first question that crosses his head.

'He believes that I am an alien, in some sense with good reason, I am a xenon from a completely different place. I can use this bias in my favor. ' He thought Arkan, realizing that Violet thinks her origins are extraterrestrial instead of extra-dimensional.

"The first theory is the right one, he has a foreign language translator device, but I ditched it in favor of a technique / skill obtained by the people of Thor.

Allspeak or All-Tongue, a mystical and / or psychic ability that allows me to communicate and make other intelligent beings understand that I perceive what I say in their mother tongue. "Arkan replied, shifting his attention to the Silver Gauntlet, seeing that the analysis of the atmosphere is complete.

"Good news, the atmosphere is breathable, finally I can take off this gas mask." He muttered Arkan, carelessly removing his futuristic mask, revealing paler skin than the rest of his face, dry lips and a small nose.

"I was right that you look like a primate, the easy structure fits perfectly with that of a primate." She observed Violet, happy to have guessed the similarities between the alien and the apes.

"Baby, I'm willing to play the 100 questions game, but in return I want a meal and a good read in a quiet place." Arkan stated the price of him for answering Violet's questions.

"Those are acceptable terms, Mr. ..." Violet said, agreeing to temporarily provide assistance to the alien in exchange for unique knowledge of its kind.

"Arkan." The young sorcerer replied, having no problem offering his alias to the first native he met in this world of anthropomorphic animals.

"Violet." She said the literature lover, reaching out her feather-covered hand to shake Arkan's bare hand.

So in a dirty alley, near the dumpster of a mediocre restaurant, a Model Student and a Detective Occult had the first contact between their worlds.

Continues ...

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Power received during the last day of captivity in Purgatory:

■ Rounds of Lionheart (Fate/Legends - God Save the Queen)(600): In the shadow of the king, lies all those who support him unseen and unrecognised. Royalty naturally takes the focus of history, the figures whose decisions change the fate of nations, and their servants are often forgotten behind them. For you though, the idea of these unseen allies is quite a bit more literal. Those who form a bond with you in their lives, even an antagonistic one, can be summoned by you to act as a Servant for your cause. The target must accept to aid you, making it rare but not impossible for your enemies to give aid, but manifest immediately to you if they do. Normally, each summoned Servant would require a hefty price of mana as upkeep to remain summoned even for weaker allies, but your chosen ones manifest within your shadow. This reduces the drain to a small constant, making it possible for notably magical warriors to maintain up to seven useful allies without feeling much strain. Within the shadow, they are each aware of your surroundings and able to communicate with you mentally to provide advice or warnings, though you must verbally respond for them to hear you. They can briefly and partially manifest from the shadow at a small cost of energy, handing you tools they have access to or even firing off attacks and special techniques available to them. They can act without input from you, shielding blindspots and weaknesses but all energy costs they must meet come from your own stores. Full manifestation of these Servants is possible but would require you to pay the entire cost of their upkeep, a hefty requirement for even a single ally. Within your shadow, each ally appears in a mental world of their choice, a place that you can mentally place yourself to talk and interact 'in person', even taking others you are in contact with to the mental realm.

Chapter Text

Narrative Arc 1: Welcome to Mad Duckworld, dear hero and dancer

Episodes 1: The madman, the angel and the ducks (III)

Chapter 3: A hummingbird girl and an owl boy walk into a bakery

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POV Narrator

Arkan and Violet have just finished introducing themselves and shaking hands.

The hummingbird girl immediately began to think about how to keep her side of agreement.

'My fathers handed me $ 50 today so I can have lunch after my stay in the library.

That's enough money to get a decent nutritional meal for two at a coffee shop near the library.

But how do I get Arkan with me without attracting unwanted attention? ' Violet thought, knowing full well that most people will not react well to the sight of an alien life form, especially if it wields a large number of futuristic weapons.

"Arkan, do you mind if you wait here, until I can get some clothes to help you blend in. I don't want to offend you but the more closed-minded citizens might react badly to your presence." Violet said, presenting the problem and the solution.

Sure, buying baggy clothes to hide Arkan's alien traits isn't the most efficient plan in the world, but when there's no time and funds are limited to $ 50, you can't have big claims.

"Violet, it won't be the first or last time in here I have to hide my true nature. I am well prepared to deal with this type of situation." Arkan said, having lost count of the number of times he had to use a disguise or / or pretend to be a completely different person for a completely different goal.

"Does it have technology that allows you to disguise yourself with your surroundings just like a chameleon?" Violet asked, assuming Arkan had such a device at hand.

"I am a Sorcerer full of tricks, you will never know what I will bring out at the next show." Arkan said, with a slight smile on his face, turning his back to Violet.

'After a month often in Purgatory, I can finally change my clothes and skin.' Arkan thought, closing his eyes, slowly beginning to visualize something that does not exist in the physical world.

'Without the nefarious and toxic presence of purgatory I can finally access you have my tools and you have their deposits.' Arkan thought, feeling a great relief and longing to feel that his magic is slowly returning to work.

After a few seconds in the mind of the young sorcerer the image of a large golden circle appeared, divided into a multitude of sections, each of them filled with a symbol representing a mystical weapon. All of this is vaguely reminiscent of the weapon swap menu of many video games.

The golden circle is called Kriegsring, it is a pocket size that contains most of the mystical armament that Arkan has, allowing you to summon and switch weapons in a second.

A very useful tool in battle, but not in anything else, because the Kriegsring works exclusively with magical weaponry.

Fortunately this isn't the only pocket size Arkan owns. Present on your body there are various types of seals some more complex and safer than others that contain a more varied type of tools.

Even the Gauntlet / Personal Arm Computer after several updates has a scientific pocket size, Inventarium, built to contain purely scientific equipment.

But none of these dimensions are needed by the young sorcerer at the moment.

'Kriegsring is good to see you, how useful it would have been to be able to use each of you. Too bad I don't need you at the moment, but in the future I will use each of you. ' Arkan thought, treating each of his weapons as a pet and in some cases as true friends.

Arkan has changed his mental image by concentrating, putting the Kriegsring aside, not needing any form of weapon at the moment.

In Arkan's mind a picture has appeared of a huge closet that is bigger inside, just like the Tardis, only instead of a time machine control room there is a huge wardrobe.

The place is chock full of clothes of all kinds and eras, having accessories for every possible social event.

Not only are several shelves in this place stocked with props and musical instruments from violin to piano.

There are also craft workbenches such as tailoring, sculpture and painting. Having all kinds of worldly tools and materials to build everything you need for a play.

Oddly, in this port dedicated to art there is a large vending machine.

'Vestis Artificis (Artist's Wardrobe), my first pocket size and favorite of all. Let's see what I can wear to look like the inhabitants of this parallel world. ' Arkan thought, looking through his mental wardrobe, finding clothing similar to what Violet wears.

The Young Sorcerer raised his left hand to the sky, finger snapping his clothes along with the internal equipment he was deposited inside the Vestis Artificis, leaving him whole naked.

This is one of the reasons why he decided to turn his back, avoid showing Violet more than necessary.

The hummingbird girl can be a model student, antisocial, able to keep calm and be reasonable in any situation.

But after all, Violet remains a preteen girl who is starting to go through puberty.

So it's no surprise that Violet stood a second staring at Arkan's bare shoulders, both for noble scientific purposes and other stuff ...

Violet has noticed a lot about Arkan, her skin is incredibly pale comparable to a person suffering from albinism or a vampire if you are someone with a streak for fantasy.

Arkan's body is thin, some would dare to describe him as bony or on the verge of being underweight. However, the lack of excessive muscle mass is compensated for by a toned musculature, devoid of a gram of fat.

Skin like porcelain is tainted with a flood of devil tattoos that spread eagerly over every inch of Arkan's body, starting from the feet to the neck and twisting to each long finger.

Violet didn't know what is most fascinating to her, Arkan's unique biological or the ink-like colored artwork that adorned Arkan's skin, having not seen anything like it before.

{I'm not sure there are tattoos in the DuckTales world, I mean most of the intelligent population is covered in feathers or fur.

But in my world I will make sure that in DuckTales they never invented the art of tattoos, because they need bare skin to be done.}

"Transformarea în pasăre humanoidă (Transformation into a humanoid)." He exclaimed Arkan, using one of his spells, each of his tattoos shining briefly in a fluorescent blue.

After that Arkan snapped his fingers, releasing her a golden powder.

At that moment Violet's face began to blush slightly.

Somehow Arkan has transformed into a very cute and very undressed anthropomorphic owl, even by the standards of Violet's world.

Arkan's animal form is primarily based on an Owl Bubo scandiacus aka Snowy Owl, the avian form he uses primarily for when he has to fly without attracting attention.

Arkan has grown slightly shorter, reaching exactly 160 centimeters in height, his age seems to be somewhere around 14 or 15.

The build remained lean and bony, the whole body covered with snow-white feathers with small black spots. Four fingers on the hands, two fingers on the paws.

Its face is slightly androgynous, a small black beak and a pair of large golden eyes. Her hair remained gray-white and tousled.

Arkan snapped his fingers for the third time, causing clothes to appear over his body, probably due to some magic his clothes perfectly fit his anthropomorphic owl shape.

A faded blue vest, a dark green shirt, faded black jeans and a black shoulder strap decorated with an arcane symbol.

"Violet Meet Arkan Bird Boy Version - Owl Module." Arkan said, turning to Violet, introducing her new shape, while doing some extension exercises to get used to her new proportions.

"Do you have shape-shifting abilities, how does it work, how far do they go !?" Violet asked, letting go of the hormones in favor of the scientific curiosity that she tries to understand how this could have happened.

"Yes, he has a low to mid level shapeshifting skill set. By the way, do you think I'll be able to go unnoticed or I've forgotten a crucial detail, early attempts to reshape have the greatest chance of errors." She asked Arkan, taking a couple of laps around her, wanting to see if Violet can find any anomalies in her anthropomorphic Polar Owl body.

"The disguise is flawless, proportions right, no extra fingers, you will go unnoticed." Violet said, reassuring the alien that his native form of this world can fulfill its intended purpose without any problems.

"Great, it means we can go to a decent place and have a bite to eat." Arkan said in a happy tone, dying to eat real food.

Waving his hand, his black cap flew off the floor, landing on top of his head, leaving only a few strands of his tousled hair exposed.

"I know a coffee shop not far from here. Before I go there, are you an omnivore?" Violet asked, without any preamble, wanting to know if Arkan can eat his own food or if he needs more exotic and specialized food.

"Technically yes, although it would be more accurate to classify myself as an Extreme Omnivore, with a predilection for metals." Arkan admitted, having inadvertently acquired a rather unusual diet due to various choices over the course of his short life.

"Do you eat metals?" She asked Violet, raising an eyebrow, not having heard of a life form eating metals in life.

"If you want to hear another response from me, you'd better buy me something to eat." Arkan said, not wanting to talk without having something in his stomach.

"I'll show you the way to the coffee shop." Violet stated, exiting the alley with Arkan a few steps behind her.

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Meanwhile Violet and Arkan are walking across the street, Ailes materializes on top of the young wizard, spreading her six wings so she can fly around the pair of anthropomorphic birds.

The only being in the entire world who can sense his presence is Arkan. This is not due to a unique occular ability or simply the fact that Ailes only wants to be seen by Arkan.

Most of Ailes' essence and power is trapped in an ancient silver coin, a Roman coin, which is hidden inside Arkan's hat.

When Arkan Voluntarily touched the Blackened Denarius, Ailes' core core broke out of his prison, stepping into Arkan's soul, transforming into a completely distinct mental entity living in the young sorcerer's head / soul.

This allows Ailes to perceive the surrounding world through Arkan's eyes and ears.

Using this link with the hero turned anthropomorphic owl can create illusions perceived only by Arkan, he is currently creating an illusion of both physical presence to interact with Arkan and pretend to actually exist in the physical world.

For Violet and the rest of the world, she and Arkan quietly walked out of the alleys, walking side by side on the sidewalk. Arkan is asking questions about the city and how things work here, pretending to be a tourist.

For Arkan's eyes, things turned out differently. Once Violet leads the way, Ailes appears out of nowhere and rushes out of the alley, his elegant clothes swaying elegantly in the summer breeze.

The fallen angel flutters to the end of the alley and took a huge gulp of air and then let out an exhalation.

Ailes opens her eyes ready to see her new stage, expecting to see a slightly more civilized society since her last walk on Earth.

The fallen angel was completely shocked by what she saw.

Ailes admits that he is in a place he has never seen before on Earth. Before her tour 800 years ago was abruptly stopped, Ailes was able to see through her human assistants every major city in Europe, Asia and Africa.

But none of her previous experiences with humans may have prepared her for this scenario.

In this place there are huge buildings comparable to the Tower of Babel, built of glass and other unknown materials.

Instead of seeing wooden carriages pulled by big horses there are metal boxes on four wheels that move by themselves up and down the strange black road at high speed.

The inhabitants instead of human beings dressed in rags or pompous clothes there are a huge variety of anthropomorphic animals that walk on two legs mostly dressed.

People were dressed strangely, and when he finally noticed them pointing and staring at him, he also noticed that they didn't speak a language he'd ever heard before.

Ailes can feel how his heart beats wildly as a huge smile paints his face.

"A blank canvas all to myself, painting this new world will be my greatest masterpiece!

Father, get ready to be mute from my talent! "Ailes exclaimed, letting out his crazy artist side, turning towards the sky, raising his hands and spreading his wings to the fullest of their ability.

'Surely it must be obvious why Ailes has been sealed inside the Blackened Denarius here for a good eight hundred years.' Arkan thought, shifting her attention from Violet to Ailes who is finding a new way to express her unresolved issues with her creator.

After this "little outburst", Ailes reverted to her usual demeanor, continuing to circle around Violet and Arkan, starting to wonder how she came to a world where God chose birds in favor of monkeys. to become the gardeners of Eden.

'The accompaniment of the Manager was crude and done with scarce tools, but it worked well. After a mistral tuning and with me in the foreground shining, we should have arrived on my old stage. Something interfered with my work. ' Ailes thought, sure there must be a wrong verse or a broken string somewhere that changed the symphony of her masterpiece.

Ailes stopped flying in circles and decided to fly right behind Arkan, so close that he could stretch his neck and whisper directly into his ear: "Manager, I'll give you a day off from your services, have fun with your canary. I'm going to prepare the script for our next opera. "

"Can you give me more details." He said Arkan, without turning to the fallen angel, giving the impression that he is continuing to talk to Violet.

"Duckburg is the largest city in the state of Calisota ..." Violet unable to see or hear Ailes continued her detailed explanation of Duckburg, unaware that most of Arkan's attention is on the winged diva.

"I think I can give you a little notice. You see, Manager, this brief exposure to a new scenario filled me with inspiration, I want to create a new artistic current for this world. Maybe I'll be able to find out what went wrong with the portal." Ailes said, keeping his eyes on Arkan, sensing that there must be a lot more to his host than meets the eye.

Without saying anything else the fallen angel has disappeared from Arkan's sight, going into his "dressing room" to work on his art projects without interruption.

'This diva will undoubtedly be the source of so much trouble for me.' Arkan thought, not having to use her intellect or oracle magic to recognize a troubled woman.

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After a few minutes Violet and Arkan's walk took a sharp change of direction.

Instead of stopping at a coffee shop near the public library as Violet had planned.

Arkan's nose smelled exquisite and irresistible, grabbing Violet's hand, the hungry Sorcerer let himself be guided by her nose ... superhuman beak.

Before long, Violet and Arkan ended up in a cute place that looks like a combination of a bakery and a bar, called Ladynoir.

The entrance to the bakery features white walls with white rectangles slightly detached from the walls, outlined in gold. The windows are dark black with gold capital letters.

Six of the windows that appear as a pair have a gold design, each depicting a husk, grains of wheat, and a croissant as a logo. In the center of two of these pairs is an arched window, outlined in white.

Above each arch there is a small rectangular transparent window. The door is similar in style to the outer walls, with the same black window, gold lettering and white outline. Above the windows and the door is a white overlay with crests, gold lettering and a black background.

"I'm a long way from home, some things are completely different, others are incredibly similar, like the existence of a bakery." Ailes said, with a huge smile, looking like she was about to jump in place with delight.

Violet is not a huge fan of sweets and other confectionery products, preferring spicy foods and coffee-based drinks by far. But seeing how happy Arkan is, to the point of acting like a small child, Violet doesn't have the heart to get him out of the bakery.

"You, take a seat, I'm going to order." Violet stated, going to spend half of her money on sweets and pastries along with a couple of drinks.

In less than a minute, Violet and Arkan are seated at a table by the window, each with their own tray full of food and their own cup.

"I love establishments that make and sell oven-baked flour-based foods such as bread, cookies, cakes, donuts, pastries and pies.

Bonus, this shop serves coffee and tea to customers who wish to consume the baked goods on the premises. "Arkan said, with a sincere smile on his lips, grabbing a fork and knife to eat a slice of chocolate cake.

The hummingbird girl was stunned when she saw Arkan cry tears of wound after the first bite, looking like a man revisiting civilization after thick years stuck on a desert island.

"The best thing he has eaten in a month! For offering me this meal, one day I will pay you back in precious metals or by making a problem disappear in your life." Arkan said, in a serious and grateful tone, using the knife to poke a pastry at heart.

Violet wisely decided not to respond to this statement, not knowing in the least what to do with the gratitude of an alien.

If he refuses it could offend him, if he accepts how can he explain you have parents for earning a backpack full of gold?

"I'm surprised you know so much about our cooking." Violet said, changing the subject, wanting to talk about science and get some concrete answers about Arkan.

"Violet life forms in the universe can be of all shapes and sizes, but most have the same basic wants and needs: Eat, sleep, cleanse and reproduce." Arkan said, putting down the knife, raising four fingers, one finger for every basic need.

"With this reasoning, aliens are more like us than we think." Violet said, taking out a notebook to take notes, this could become a future certified study in xeno-sociology.

"Yes and no. Each breed has its strengths and weaknesses.

For example, the Galvan, a species of small bipedal frog-like amphibians, averaging about six inches tall, are among the best scientists in the universe and staunch supporters of peace. But they have a ridiculous superiority complex and a protracted feud with the Cerebrocrustaceans.

Another example is the Apoplexy, a species of tiger-like humanoid with enormous muscles. Apoplexy people appreciate emotional openness: if an apoplexy has a feeling, they express it openly.

The main feeling problem is blind anger. Bonus, they believe that any problem can be solved by hitting it. "Arkan shared some background information on two species of aliens, giving examples of their advantages and disadvantages.

Obviously everything was written in Violet's notebook, as if her whole life depended on this fact.

The young sorcerer did not just talk, tearing two pages from an empty notebook, he made a small magic number.

Somehow Arkan's fingers started dripping ink as if it were some kind of tap.

The ink once it touched the blank pages began to move and extend by itself, becoming two incredibly detailed sketches of a Galvan and an Apoplexy.

"In short, all living things are imperfect. We have preferences, habits and traditions that are incomprehensible if you don't really try to understand. But after all we are all people who want to live our lives our way." Arkan expressed his sincere opinion on how all living things are similar deep down, then handed over his uniquely created drawings.

"Deep and surprising true." Violet commented, noting the sentence in the notebook and inserting Arkan's sketches inside the notebook.

"Now that I've offered you a meal, you can answer my questions." Violet asked, wanting to take the opportunity to get answers to her long list of questions that seem to grow by the minute

"If it's nothing too personal I can answer without too much trouble." Arkan said, having no trouble answering some innocent questions, especially when it comes to things directly related to himself.

"I've seen you transform from a mammal to a bird. How did you do it? How does it work? What are the limitations? Is the shape you used earlier your true likeness?" Violet pulled a long list of questions all of them focused on the shapeshifting ability demonstrated recently.

"Believe it or not, I am a sorcerer, a practitioner of mysticism, through study and practice I have managed to master the art of Self Shapeshifting.

The exact operation is difficult to explain. To keep everything simple I use magic to rearrange my molecules into a predetermined shape, extra-dimensional energy can add or subtract mass to make me smaller or larger. "Arkan said, finding no better words to describe the exact process of how. instant shape change works.

"The limits of this ability is pretty insignificant. No matter what it turned me into, the shape somehow remains is me.

You could become a version of myself of the opposite sex or take the form of a fox or even a humanoid fox of the opposite sex.

However, such forms always remain me, I remain me as a woman or as an animal, I will always be me as I would have been born in that form, retaining all the traits and self-inflicted changes.

It is impossible to use this ability to take the form of another individual. "Arkan explained how this shapeshifting ability works, it does not add the ability to use additional spells or items such as wigs and makeup to further change aesthetic details.

"Looking back at the question of whether my human form is the truthful one. I much prefer not to answer." Arkan said, folding his arms, not confirming or denying whether the previous form is completely or only partially his true likeness.

Violet made a note to avoid asking similar questions in the future to her ... alien acquaintance.

"Was that the smallest and biggest thing you turned into here?" Violet asked, wanting to understand are the minimum and maximum limits of the transformation ability.

"The smaller form would be a snake, very useful for going through prison bars or holes in a building.

The largest form I assumed would be a 12-meter-tall metal giant, regardless of the unique properties of that precise shape. "Arkan said, amusing to see Violet's surprised face when he mentioned the 12-meter metal giant.

Violet took note, putting a question mark on maximum form, not knowing if Arkan is joking or telling the truth.

"When you mean magic, do you mean advanced science comparable to magic or magic like in fairy tales?" Violet asked, wanting to know this distinction to be accurate in her notes.

"I am a scientist and a sorcerer at the same time, I can distinguish the difference between science and magic. Self Shapeshifting is purely a power of mystical origin." Arkan said, sounding slightly annoyed as if he had been through a similar scenario several times.

Violet prepares to ask some questions about magic, but Arkan beats her on time.

"And to avoid wasting time, yes, the magic is real.

They are a more unique than rare case capable of learning and using all kinds of arcane systems.

I use various internal and external energies to perform my magic, if you want to feel each energy in part we would need hours or even weeks if you want to go into detail.

The functioning and application of magic varies a lot, depending on the type of arcane system I want to use at the moment. For certain spells I have specially designed objects such as sticks and rings. In most cases, verbal phrases, hand gestures and simple concentration for small things are enough.

Whether you can learn magic, it all depends on how you were born or how much you are willing to give magic in return.

Study and practice can do something if you're willing to spend years or decades. But a lot is decided from birth. "Arkan said, in a monotone and bored tone, having surely been through a similar situation.

Violet prepares to ask a question, but once again Arkan can predict what the hummingbird girl means.

"Yes, I've been through such an argument almost a hundred times. Please continue your questions, preferably something not related to mysticism." Arkan said, using a fork to stick a piece of cake into his beak, when he shut the beak to chew, he also took a bite of the fork.

Arkan apparently seeming to prefer discussion on a more scientific side, having received enough magic in his life for the time being.

"How can you eat metals without problems?" Violet asked, watching as Arkan continues to chew his fork and swallow it smoothly.

"I was born as an omnivore, a being who feeds on foods of both animal and vegetable origin.

Then I exposed myself to genetic therapies, cybernetic implants and other improvement projects and became able to eat and survive in extreme environments.

You must have noticed that I have more than one heart, I was born with one of them, the rest have been implanted, if anyone wants to tear my heart out, I will have a spare vital organ. "Arkan said, joyfully slamming his fist against his chest , having no problem talking about a morbid subject.

"How did you get here, there must be a spaceship somewhere in Duckburg?" Violet asked, wanting to know how Arkan got to Duckburg from all over the world.

"No spaceships, I came here through a portal, I should have gone home. Instead I'm in a completely different world." Arkan replied, with a melancholy tone, denying eating, bad sign.

"At least nobody here tries to eat me 24/7 and there is some edible food." Arkan said, trying to look at the positive side, the current world is billions of times better than Purgatory, it's basically a parallel version of the Earth with only anthropomorphic animals instead of humans.

Violet has never been good at distinguishing social signs, but she realizes that Arkan isn't happy to be here.

Closing her notebook, the hummingbird girl tries to be a good person and help out.

"From now on our transaction is over, you are no longer obligated to provide me with answers to my questions for information purposes." Violet said, wanting to make it clear that Arkan no longer has to answer her questions due to the previous agreement.

"We just met and maybe I'm pushing my limits, but are you okay?" Violet asked in a worried tone. By drawing on her most unpleasant experiences to understand how Arkan feels.

"I was adopted when I was six by a couple of loving parents.

Before that I was in an orphanage for a year, the first few days were unpleasant to say the least, living in a place that is not my home, surrounded by strangers I don't know, not knowing what will happen next day. "She said. Violet, tightening her grip on the notebook, feeling profound discomfort pulling out these memories that she tried to bury.

"If I felt so bad just to change the living environment in a state facility.

I can't imagine how it can feel to be in a completely different world surrounded by bizarre aliens without having the slightest contact with your own home. Tell me how do you feel? "She asked Violet, trying to get into Arkan's skin to better understand what she may be feeling at the moment.

"Physically I have never been this good in a whole month. I was able to turn a blind eye for half an hour and my stomach is digesting very good quality food." Arkan said, with a smirk on his face, patting himself lightly on the stomach. Having spoken only of his physical state.

"I don't just mean physically, I also talk about your mental and emotional status which are just as important as your body." Violet said, knowing that the alien is only addressing a purely biological plan without mentioning his state of mind.

Arkan remains silent, not knowing if he should lie, tell the truth or just disappear.

'It's been a while since I last used my Inkwalkers abilities to teleport away.' Arkan thought, considering the option of disappearing without a trace.

A part of himself feels slightly touched by Violet's speech, not wanting to admit that in some ways Violet hit the mark, her first days as a resident of Casa Noceda were at the same very happy and full of anxiety.

Another part doesn't want to bring out its figurative demons on a twelve-year-old hummingbird girl.

Before the young sorcerer can express his answer or leave, Amity's mental projection appears near the window, having her arms crossed and a frown on her face.

"Don't do anything stupid like lie or disappear in a cloud of darkness and ink splatters." Amity said out loud, sounding quite angry.

Arkan doesn't answer, he just turns his head towards Amity, giving the impression of looking out the window.

"I'm not Luz, I can't console people. But I'm good at being straightforward and giving a piece of my mind to the people who make Luz sad." Amity said, slamming her fist against the surface of the table, if the lilac-haired witch could interfere with her physical world she would knock the cups and glasses over.

Arkan is not too impressed with Amity's show of strength, having seen much worse, especially seeing Amity in the throes of a love potion-induced rage / jealousy.

"Luz is delighted to see that you are making friends with this Violet, but now she sees how you prepare to disappear the door on the verge of tears." She said Amity, looking Arkan straight in her eyes, trying to look more intimidating and more bossy.

Neither option worked, even though Amity's tone sounds angry, Arkan can see a hint of frustration, sadness, worry and pity in her eyes.

'Amity Blight of all the people in the world is looking at me this way, it means I'm in pretty bad shape.' Arkan thought, realizing that Amity is playing the card of anger to be heard.

"For the Titan's sake, how Luz manages to get people to open their hearts, it's so hard!" She exclaimed Amity, realizing that her act has been discovered and is useless.

Taking a sigh, Amity provoked her to solve the problem from another angle.

"You have been isolated in one of the most horrible places in creation, pushed to the limit physically and mentally. By making a pact with that creature with six wings, you managed to escape." Amity said, showing a worried face normally reserved for Luz.

"You've done something remarkable and unprecedented. You're stuck in the Bird Realm now, is it with this?

You've been in a similar situation before with the Boiling Isles, you have all the time in the world to come home and annoy the real Amity.

Here's a piece of advice you gave me once: Take some time to have fun, make new friends, express how you feel, maybe find a girlfriend. "Amity said, patting Arkan on the shoulder before disappearing, leaving. the young sorcerer thinking.

'My own advice used first for Amity, then for Luz, is used against me.' Arkan thought, looking at Violet who remained silent, waiting for a response from him.

'It will take me months to create a portal and as many months to synchronize the portal with the magical signature of the Boiling Isles. I could be stuck here for six months or even a year if the unexpected happens. ' Arkan thought, putting a hand under his chin, a gesture he often makes when he thinks hard.

'A small period of leisure before going to work can be useful, recharge the batteries before the big effort.' Arkan thought, considering Amity's offer to take a rest.

'I don't need a girlfriend or a mistress. But it would be nice to have someone here to talk and interact with.

I don't like to admit it, but I work best when I have at least one Watson by my side, even the Great Doctor Who needs a partner to accomplish his feats. ' Arkan thought, deciding to give it a chance to make new friends during his time off on Duckworld.

"I'm not too sure how I feel. I think I'm happy and sad at the same time. I'm mostly joyful, but I feel a lot of worry and a lot of tiredness." Arkan admitted, having a hard time describing his current emotional stage.

"Why do you feel this way?" Violet asked, trying to help, maybe she'll be able to get the counseling badge.

"It's probably some kind of disbelief. Not an hour ago I was stuck in a bad place, now I'm in a world full of birds, sitting at a small table, eating delicious pastries." Arkan stated, trying to understand how surreal this situation can be for himself.

"Bad place?" Violet asked, trying to figure out what Arkan means by the phrase, bad place.

"Violet, you are willing to hear a long story about an unknown world, a good deal of strangers you will probably never meet. All to understand the context of my situation." Arkan asked, wanting to know if Violet wants to hear a long explanation of here she will probably understand very little.

"Rule 2: All Junior Groundhogs must be open to the unknown in their search for truth." Violet replied, wanting to help as best she can, if her help consists in listening and learning new things so well.

"My name is Arkan, I am the founder and the Primus inter pares alias the first among the peers of the CGO" declared Arkan, making a small presentation of his profession.

"CGO?" Violet said, pronouncing the letters of this anagram.

"CGO alias Celestial Grand Order, under the light of the day we are a normal Detective Agency accepts consulting contracts with law enforcement agencies and discreetly deals with solving the problems of private clients." Arkan said, presenting the face the masses get from the agency to him.

"I don't think you're just an investigator, you talked about portals, shapeshifting magic and aliens, there must be so much more." She has deduced Violet, quite sure that Arkan cannot be a mere private investigator, not when he possesses advanced technology and an unknown number of superhuman abilities.

"You are right, Violent, when the moon rises the CGO shows its true nature as a Problem Solver of the Wizarding World." Arkan said, with a smile on his face, appreciating to see that Violet is smart enough to guess the true nature of CGO.

"On the other hand we investigate strange events, find and hunt evil in the form of monsters, demons or corrupt witches, as well as save the innocent.

We provide arcane counseling to Wizards' Association bigwigs, the Church, Royal Families, Old Houses, independent Cabals and an extraordinary number of teenage girls who have ended up in bad situations due to unique abilities or sheer bad luck. "Arkan said, giving an overview of the real activities of his detective agency.

Violet wanted to take notes on what Arkan is saying, but not wanting to be rude, she decided to hold back and keep it all in mind.

"The most important works have been provided by prominent individuals such as Woz, Sir Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing, Barthomeloi Lorelei, Touko Aozaki, Shirou Kotomine, Master Biblia, Master Liber, Castiel, Luviagelita Edelfelt, Winter Queen Mab and Nick Fury Head of SHIELD "Arkan has listed the names of his biggest and most problematic clients he has met throughout his career.

Every single job offered by these individuals was well paid, but the kind of adversity you faced hardly deserved the price offered.

"SHIELD?" Violet asked, sensing that this acronym must belong to something important.

"Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division alias SHIELD is an international intelligence agency dedicated to the maintenance of world peace and balance.

Primarily charged with combating terrorism, investigating supernatural events by neutralizing them if they pose a security threat, as well as coordinating and monitoring superhuman activity, since some of its agents are superheroes.

When Nick Fury shows up in your office you will surely end up participating in a job of global proportions, along with Iron-Man, Spider-Man, Hawkeye, Wolverine. "Arkan said, grabbing Violet's blank notebook, tearing five pages, repeating the ink trick to make five portraits of the men I listed.

Violet took a long look at the five portraits, each of them featuring a new specimen of Arkan's species, each of them dressed differently, having their own name and little account at the bottom.

Nick Fury, a man dressed as a spy agent, his signature trait is a bandage on his left eye.

Iron-Man, a person completely wrapped in a futuristic armor, having the power source present on the chest.

Spider-Man, a person of smaller and more agile stature, dressed in a costume decorated with a spider web design, carries a spider symbol on his chest.

Hawkeye, an adult dressed in a custom paramilitary uniform, armed with a bow and arrow. The most normal of the whole group.

Wolverine, an animalistic person, dressed in a simpler costume than Spider-Man, but in possession of a one-of-a-kind mask that vaguely resembles a bat. Oddly, three long metal claws protrude from his knuckles, a unique trait that is highlighted by the art style used by Arkan.

"Superheroes, you mean where did people somehow gain superpowers and dress up in brightly colored costumes to fight crime?" Violet asked, having little trouble digesting this information.

Magic is real, no problem.

Aliens are real, nothing strange, Earth cannot be the only planet with intelligent life in the universe.

But superheroes with superpowers in real life, this is a difficult concept for Violet to assimilate.

"Are you going to tell me that on this world superheroes are still the stuff of comics and cartoons?" Arkan asked, in an incredulous tone, sounding as if the sky had just fallen or someone told them that the world is flat.

"This is really absurd to me. A world where people do not receive a power and / or ability that sets them apart from other people. Without men and women who do not wear elaborate costumes and often unusual and world-saving equipment. You probably die. of boredom. "

Arkan commented, sure he can't live in an ordinary world where an alien invasion doesn't happen every few years.

Violet seeing Arkan's reaction, realizes that her new acquaintance is not joking in the least, where the superheroes are from are real.

"How did the phenomenon of heroes carrying their own brand on their chest start in your world?" Violet asked, really wanting to know what caused a kind of fiction to turn into pure truth.

"According to historical arcs this phenomenon began to appear in the last century. The first was Steven Rogers, the first super soldier and above all the first modern superhero.

Then in the Showa Era, the first Kamen Riders and other individuals with unique abilities appeared. But in the last two decades the amount of Superheroes and Meta-Humans has increased by dozens of times. "With these words Arkan began to give an effective overview of the greatest Superhero teams in the world of himself and their enemies.

Asking permission, Violet pulled out her notebook, taking notes on the Avengers, Fantastic 4, Guardians of the Galaxy, X-Men, and more than a dozen heroes who share the title of Kamen Rider.

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After an hour of chatting and buying another five courses of pastries so as not to be thrown out of the room.

"I don't want to insult you but your world feels like the combination of an Urban Fantasy series, a Classic Comic and a Tokusatsu series." Violet stated, getting some sort of idea how messed up Arkan's world is if there are so many superheroes and even more supervillains on the loose.

"I'm not offended, even you and your world seem straight out of a cartoon, especially you remind me of Looney Tunes with all these ducks around." Arkan commented, expecting to meet either Daffy Duck or Bugs Bunny on the road.

"I think we missed the point of this discussion, how did you get to Duckburg?" Violet said, having learned a great many things, but not how Arkan got to her hometown.

"In short, I am an Occult Detective helping people or organizations to deal with mystical problems, all for 50 monetary units of the local currency every 60 minutes of service." Arkan said, giving a brief recap on himself.

"That's not low pay for such a dangerous job." Violet commented, sure that $ 50 for now is not adequate pay that you have to fight aliens invading New York or killer robots who want to cause the extinction of the world by making a city fly.

"I adjust the valuables according to the financial possibilities of the clients.

Girls 5 MU, Teen 10 MU, Adults 50 MU, Wealthy People 100 MU, Wealthy People 500 MU Government Organizations or Billionaires 10,000 MU. "Arkan replied, ready to change the price of services based on what kind of person his is. customer.

"Putting aside the prices of my services. My last job wasn't easy, I had to work with the Winchester Brothers, Black Widow, Hawkeye and other CGO members to prevent a crisis caused by a cursed invading race with shape-shifting powers. genetic level, the Chompers. "" Arkan said, hating the Leviathans aka Chompers wholeheartedly, nothing is worse than an enemy capable of impersonalizing your closest allies to perfection.

"Everything went as planned, raiding the main base, ready to eliminate the King of the Chompers, without his presence his race will no longer know what to do.

After several fights, with a little help from Dean Winchester and Castiel I managed to hit the ravenous shapeshifter leader right in the heart.

The dying King has decided to take us with him to the afterlife. "Arkan said, vividly remembering how Dick Roman decided to make one last spite before he died, take them to purgatory to rot.

"But you are not dead, you are in front of me." Violet stated the obvious.

"Instead of being vaporized, I ended up locked up in a prison dimension.

A place comparable to Hell, extreme climate, inedible fauna even for me, an atmosphere that kills you slowly and above all a monstrous fauna that works tirelessly to kill me. "Arkan said, with a deadly serious tone and a lost look in the empty, tightening his grip on the knife enough to bend it in. Even a blind person can understand that continuing to talk about this subject is a bad idea.

' I am sorry for you. You did the right thing and ended up stuck in such a place for a long time.

Splitting the energies between surviving and gathering materials to build a portal must have been a difficult and traumatizing experience. ' Violet thought, trying not to show how bad she feels about Arkan.

"What have you decided to do now that you are in Duckburg?" Violet asked, hoping Arkan had an idea of what to do to live in this new world.

"Honestly, I decided to take a month off, I'll let myself be carried away by the current, I'll do a youthful folly or two, I'll try to reinvent myself." Arkan said, admitting he doesn't have a plan, just a desire to take a long breather.

"A period of rest and reflection seems very positive, there are some nice places in Duckburg to relax like the beach or the harbor." Violet said, recommending the beach as an ideal place to rest, often having several afternoons reading on the beach taking a bit of solo as one of her fathers suggested.

"Once I have recharged my batteries, I will try to build a portal to go home, it may take me a year or a few to collect the materials and do the necessary adjustments. But I have nothing better to do." Arkan said, presenting his ultimate goal of this experience, to return home to Gravesfield or the Owl House.

"If you don't mind, I could help out, I'm not a real scientist, but I know a thing or two about physics." He suggested Violet, wanting to help Arkan because it's the right thing to do, plus she may learn things that won't be discovered by her kind of her for tens or hundreds of years in the future.

"Having someone here to talk to from time to time and the availability of a native would certainly be useful in the short and long term." Arkan declared, rising from his chair, walking closer to Violet.

"Violet, I call you my probationary assistant and my Duckburg lawyer." Arkan stated, using her hand as if it were a sword to touch Violet's shoulders as if she awards him the title of knight.

For a moment the hummingbird girl blushed from this ceremony, wondering if it's a cultural thing or an Arkan quirk.

"I understand the title of assistant, but what do you mean by being an irregular?" Violet asked, as she gets up from her chair, wanting to understand the meaning of the title of irregular.

"Irregulars are various experts in certain fields, such as mathematics or meteorology, whom I consult when my existing knowledge on these topics is inadequate for the current case, allowing me to avoid wasting time delving into a set of skills of little use or doing further research when I'm short on time. " Arkan explained, bluntly, exiting the bakery with Violet behind him.

"Violet, is it normal for a large number of emergency vehicles to pass quickly around here?" Arkan asked, seeing a dozen police cars racing at full throttle towards the city center.

"It's not normal, something serious must have happened to get the attention of so many police cars. From the general management I think they are on their way to the financial district." Violet replied, watching as the police cars run across the street, sounding the siren.

"I think it's the perfect time to start practicing my favorite pastime." Arkan said, with a mischievous smirk on his lips, looking around before walking towards a cleared alley.

"I don't think you're talking about painting or literature." Violet commented, confident that Arkan's favorite pastime isn't something simple that can be done at home with pen and paper.

"I love fine arts, but my hobby is playing the role of a masked vigilante." Arkan said, snapping his fingers, getting his body covered in gold dust.

In a second Arkan reverted to his human form, wearing the same clothes as before only adapted to his new build.

"I don't think I will be able to reach the library anymore." Violet commented, having a presentiment of her that her quiet, carefree days as a bookworm are just over.

"Come on assistant, the game is on!" Arkan stated, putting his hand on Violet's shoulder.

A moment later the two intellectuals disappeared in a cloud of pure darkness, throwing only a puddle of ink behind them.

Continues ...

Chapter Text

Narrative Arc 1: Welcome to Mad Duckworld, dear hero and dancer

Episodes 1: The madman, the angel and the ducks (IV)

Chapter 4: Lightning-fast rooftop rush and trespassing 

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POV Narrator

A moment ago, Violet and Arkan, both find themselves in the middle of a dead end.

BAMF

Then as if by magic, they both disappeared in a cloud of pure darkness, leaving behind a puddle of ink and a smell of ash.

BAMF

The young sorcerer and the model student instantly reappeared on top of the roof of a building not far from the cul-de-sac.

At a glance, the distance would be just over a hundred meters.

Arkan appears to be over the moon for performing this mystical teleportation, as if it were a bird that manages to fly again after having a wing accident.

"Ink, my dear Ink, I have missed you." Arkan commented, happy to be able to use this power again.

The young wizard's hands have begun to drip pitch black ink, leaving a short trail behind him as he walks carefree towards the edge of the roof,

"Your comfortable darkness that embraces you at every step in your domain, the feeling of disappearing and reappearing, the smell of freshly tapped ink on the paper that heats up and turns to ash ..." Arkan took a break from his speech to observe the police cars that are racing near the surrounding building.

Making a movement with the arms the drops of ink turned into a small stream, then changed color to a gray substance with some traces of yellow.

"I missed you so much, ink. Chasing Sphere!" Arkan exclaimed, using his Inkwalkers abilities to mold alternate ink into a throwing ball.

Imitating the position of baseball pitcher, he made a mistral throw, the ball of greyish-yellowish ink hit the trunk of one of the police cars.

"Purgatory is such a horrible place, it manages to sever the connection with every extradimensional source of power, so many abilities have been kept out of my reach. Like tracking ink." Arkan commented, with a nostalgic tone, making the ink on his hands disappear.

Arkan having placed the Inkwalkers' equivalent of a tracking setup, he shifts his attention to the hummingbird girl.

If the young sorcerer seems to feel invigorated, he finds himself in seventh heaven thanks to the re-contact with the enigmatic Ink.

Violet on the other hand seems to be completely stunned by this experience, practically the opposite of what Arkan feels.

The hummingbird girl is showing alarming signs, dilated pupils with a little twinkle, a constant and involuntary tremor, ruffled feathers that appear to have gotten slightly darker. Finally, dizziness and temporary loss of balance.

"Violet!" Arkan exclaimed, in a worried tone, disappearing into a cloud of darkness, to appear at Violet's side, holding her in his arms.

"Listen to me, don't panic, breathe and inhale." Arkan said in a calm tone, holding Violet's head up so her rib cage will have more room to breathe.

The hummingbird girl did not respond to Arkan's comments, she just breathes and inhales several times. With each breath Violet seems to return to her normal, calm self.

"Take a moment to process the experience of sinking in and out of the Ink." Arkan said, still holding Violet in his arms, delivering advice to his new assistant.

For a couple of minutes or maybe even more, the young sorcerer and the model student remained close together in comfortable silence.

Arkan partly feels guilty for causing this problem, his favorite teleportation method rarely provokes such a reaction.

But he can't help but feel a kind of pleasant confrontation with feeling another person's warmth and heartbeat.

Arkan has never been a huge fan of physical intimacy, but after a month of isolation he feels a deep nostalgia for Luz's close hugs.

Violet begins to recover, her brain is "rebooting", finally beginning to "process" the experience and sensory overload she received while jumping through the Ink.

'Arkan's body heat is surprisingly high.' This was Violet's first real thought, noting that the alien's body temperature is much higher, feeling like she is close to a hearth.

"What is my state of health?" Violet asked, standing up and out of Arkan's arms, taking a couple of shaky steps before regaining her balance.

"Physically nothing has happened to you, your mind has been slightly shaken, a sensory overload, within a couple of minutes you will be as good as new." Arkan replied, with a reassuring tone, wanting to kill any doubts about Violet's health.

A single jump with an Inkwalkers is not dangerous, not even for someone who is incompatible with the Ink, the story is completely different if you perform multiple jumps and you are also incompatible.

"We are no longer in the alley, did we instantly move from one place to another without physically occupying the intermediate space or transferring matter or energy from one point to another without crossing the physical space between them?" Violet asked, using the more complex definition of the word teleportation.

"To be specific, the process I used to get here is called, Walk in the ink." Arkan explained, not being able to help but be careful you have details and be precise, always having to put the point on the i.

"The Ink? Would that be some kind of parallel dimension that you use as an intermediate to go from potion A to position B in an instant?" Violet asked, raising an eyebrow, making some assumptions about what this Ink is, using logical reasoning and knowledge of string theory.

"The Ink isn't really a power in and of itself, it is a layer of reality normally inaccessible to the world as a whole, even through magic or other means of planar travel, only those looking to practice inkwalking ever seeming to gain access to this level of reality.

There is much debate on what the Ink actually is, but, there are some that think it's the border between the mental, spiritual, and physical levels of reality while others think it's similar to the astral plane, a place between places and another group believes that it's the place at the border of reality itself.

Regardless of what the Ink is, accessing that level of reality opens up a variety of options to the user, who are almost universally referred to as Inkwalkers. "Arkan provided the general description of what Ink is, more or less confirming the theory by Violet regarding the use of another dimension as a working mechanism.

"Fascinating, using another dimension to accomplish something modern science can't even theorize. Magic seems like an archaic science linked to the principles of string theory." Violet said, using her scientific knowledge to give some sort of logic to the magic.

"In some ways the profession of a magician and a scientist is quite similar. Years of research and study, a thick life in the confines of a laboratory, an enormous number of trial and error to achieve progress. Only the levels of security , danger, earnings and methodology vary enormously. " Arkan recounted the basic similarities between a scientist and a magician, a life dedicated to the study and pursuit of knowledge.

"Can you delve into the basic principle of the Inkwalker?" Violet asked, wanting to know more about this art / science, not just out of her insatiable curiosity.

"Simply accessing the Ink gives the signature ability of the power source, Inkwalking. In the brief moment between steps, an inkwalker can transfer themselves into the Ink, manifested as vanishing in a cloud of dark mist, only to step out of a similar mist at their exit point. This only lasts the length of a single step, but it allows the inkwalker to travel over quite the distance, even traveling twenty times as far with a single step." Ha detto Arkan, dando una breve panoramica della abilità di base di un Inkwalker.

"Is it normal for people to react the way I reacted to ink?" She asked Violet, pointing to herself, wanting to know if the first reaction is normal.

"It was a little unusual, usually people get bad moods and severe dizziness. But did you look like you watched a horror movie marathon that scared the hell out of you?" Arkan said, giving her description of what Violet looked like a few minutes ago.

"I actually feel like I've been on the scariest roller coaster in the world. I'm equally scared and full of adrenaline." Violet stated, implying that her teleportation experience was less negative than it seemed. Perhaps even pleasant in some ways.

"In most cases, teleportation of any shape or type feels a bad mood for the first few uses. But the feeling it describes is quite unusual, meaning you may have a hypersensitivity to the Ink." Arkan said in an intrigued tone, putting a hand under his chin, bending over so he could see Violet better.

'I almost get the idea of using Sight or opening the Third Eye of the Mind.' Arkan thought, curious to find out more about Violet from a magical point of view.

Violet, not seeing Arkan's golden eyes up close, decided to step forward and look up.

Pearl black eyes met golden colored eyes.

For a second the hummingbird girl's eyes could swear that Arkan's eyes were about to change color.

Arkan was actually going to use Vista, but I think back to it at the last moment, not wanting to make a big mistake that's impossible to fix.

Sorcerer's Sight is a blessing and a curse.

It allows its user to see things, things that they would normally not be able to see.

With Sight, a Sorcerer can see even the most ethereal of spirits. Glimpse energies of life that stir and move, flowing like blood through the world, between earth and sky, between water and fire.

The spells stand out as twisted cords from fiber optic cables, or perhaps Las Vegas quality neon, depending on how complicated or powerful they are.

It allows you to see things as they really are, in spirit and soul, as well as in the body.

The big problem with this ability is that everything the Sorcerer sees while using it remains forever etched within him.

No matter how hideous, no matter how repulsive, no matter how mad or terrifying, it will forever remain in the sorcerer's mind in full technicolor, never fading or becoming easier to bear.

But this is not the real reason why Arkan has decided to hold back the use of the Vista.

When this ability is used and the sorcerer's eyes make eye contact with a living being in possession of a soul ... it begins what is known as a soulgaze.

It gives the other a window into their soul, which can't be faked. It doesn't relay specific information, you can't use it to interrogate someone, but it does give one a vague impression on whether they're trustworthy or not, or if they've been psychically harmed, etc.

Arkan is unwilling to break the privacy of a person who has been friendly and helpful to him thus far.

Above all he does not want to show his soul to Violet or any other living person, the last person who glimpsed what is inside the young wizard was traumatized for life * cough * Lilith * cough * needing weeks to be quiet in the same room with Arkan holding Eda's hand tightly.

It is all this before black magic, dark powers, forbidden spells and several traumas sank inside Arkan, make his soul an unpleasant sight for many people.

For a seemingly infinite moment, silence reigns supreme in this place.

But now the tranquility emanating from this place is not comfortable, indeed it is quite embarrassing.

Surprisingly, Violet was the first to break the silence.

"Next time you use a long transport skill to move our position, ask me for permission or at least a warning." Violet commented, preferring by a long way to be uninformed for her to take a next leap via the Ink.

Arkan nods smoothly accepting Violet's request.

Somehow these two "social masters" no longer know what to say or do between them.

"Violet ... I am allowed to use a further method of transport to the physical plane of reality." Arkan asked, immediately starting to keep his word, as well as starting an argument.

Violet has looked around at first sight there is no way out to get off here.

"It's not like I have an alternative, I can't find any other method to get down from here." Violet replied, taking a couple of steps back, having a feeling that Arkan is about to do a show where a certain safety distance is needed.

"This time we take the Arkan Express in style. I want to reach the police cars before they come out of my tracking range." Arkan declared, clapping his hands, ready to wow Violet and reaches her destination in record time.

"The Arkan Express means you're going to use a high-speed vehicle to recover distance," Violet said, making a brief argument with the information Arkan has obtained so far.

It possesses shape-shifting power and a short-range teleportation ability, both of which are useful tricks for a large number of situations.

But taking the form of a bird and flying might not be that useful to reach a police car especially when they have a lot of advantage in terms of speed and distance, especially when Arkan is unfamiliar with the geography of Duckburg.

Short-range teleportation as its name implies, limited to a distance of a few tens of meters or at most just over a hundred meters away.

Blindly leaping through the Ink repeatedly should take a heavy physical / mental / energetic toll.

Therefore Arkan is forced to take alternative means of transport. At least that's what Violet thinks.

"You will love it, Luz considers it her preferred mode of transport. Even Amity who loves me one day and I hate me the next enjoys riding me under the moonlight over the rooftops of Bonesborough." Arkan commented, with a mischievous smile, picking out words that can lead to an unfortunate misunderstanding.

Instead of seeing a psychic manifestation of an angry Amity, Arkan sensed a small change in her shadow.

Looking down she can see that her shadow has gained a lighter coloring and appears to have taken on a more feminine silhouette.

"Don't talk like that there are too many double entenders!" Shadow Amity's voice came loud and clear from Arkan's shadow.

It was no surprise that Arkan is the only one who can hear Amity's voice

"Amity, you are so cute when you get mad." Shadow Luz commented, joining the discussion, also speaking through Arkan's shadow. It's her first sentence about Amity's sexappel in rage ...

"Holmes, if you wonder what's going on, I don't quite understand the mechanics of this shadow magic / anime copier.

In short, Amity and I, we are connected to your shadow, normally we could only interact with the physical world via your shadow or a full summon at the expense of a large amount of your magical energy.

Thanks to the presence of that creature with six wings, we can manifest us as a psychic manifestation in front of your eyes.

But only one of us can take the "seat" of psychic manifestation at a time, so for the moment we prefer to be together as shadow spirits. "Shadow Luz said, handing a brief overview of how they can show themselves to Arkan.

After that Luz and Amity never spoke again, go back to doing their thing in private.

One at a time as a kind of ghost that only he can hear or see.

Or all together as a voice coming out of his shadow that behaves like a tree for simulacra of his most trusted friends and allies.

'This will be a unique experience with here to contend. Stranger things have happened to me, but dealing with sentient simulacra that live in my shadow or manifest as imaginary friends. ' Arkan thought, feeling like the universe is working to make his life more and more complicated and bizarre with every possibility.

With the arrival in a world that is aesthetically reminiscent of Looney Tunes characters, most people would be inclined to believe them.

"Do you intend to invoke some kind of mystical mount or a futuristic means of transport?" Violet asked aloud, interrupting Arkan's internal monologue about his unique situation. Not having understood the double meaning of her previous statement.

"I could do it, he has a magic sword that invokes a flying war chariot and a pocket hoverboard. But I prefer to do something more fun and unique, something that gets your blood pumping." Arkan stated, with a mischievous grin, internally deciding to put all his unsolved problems in a corner of his mind and solve them tomorrow morning or even later.

The young wizard took a couple of big strides away from Violet, after which she sits down with her butt on the ground, pulling her legs towards her and putting her arms around her legs. Arkan looks like he's trying to mimic the fetal position or curl up in a ball.

"I'm curious about your definition of fun." Violet commented, raising an eyebrow, seeing the strange position that Arkan has taken, not finding a practical meaning for this gesture. Maybe it's a cultural thing?

"Give me a minute, I haven't done this trick in a long time, it needs more focus than Self Shapeshifting." Arkan replied, closing his eyes and resting his head between his legs, involuntarily assuming the position of a small child crying.

"Imaginary Form." She muttered Arkan in a low voice, barely making Violet hear that she remains silent and observes.

Arkan's body has begun to manifest a shimmer of a light blue color.

Violet at the moment decided that just taking notes is not enough, taking out the phone, pointing the camera at Arkan and starting to record the phenomenon.

The blue shimmer has turned into a bluish aura that enveloped the young wizard's entire body. Soon the aura became a perfect sphere, then things got surreal.

Suddenly the sphere has shrunk, Arkan has shrunk along with the sphere.

Violet's video camera shows a blue sphere the size of a soccer ball with some kind of fetus / embryo inside.

The ball cushion went from a light statute to a solid, reminiscent of a crystal.

"I don't understand at all what's going on." Violet confessed, having no idea what's really going on with Arkan.

The crystal has begun to release a pixel-like blue / green mist.

These particles have begun to build a whole body piece by piece.

Violet saw the formation of cellular tissue, bones, organs, muscles, epidermis, carapace, scales, horns, claws and eyes.

When the whole process is complete, in front of the hummingbird girl is a quadrupedal creature with blue skin, the size of a lion on steroids.

He wears armor across his face, torso, shoulders, and thighs, has a tip protruding from his mask and lightning-like spikes from his back.

The armor is black with a yellow and black band running down the sides, red headlights on the shoulders and metal pads on the thighs.

"Process completed, fully functional Raidramon-based avatar body." Arkan said, speaking perfectly with his new features, moving with the grace of a cat towards Violet.

"The transmutation process is completely different from the previous method.

Instead of using a gold powder there was a different process. Your entire body has been encased in a sphere and shrunk.

After that I witnessed the formation of an entire physical body from the basic elements. "Violet said, completely stunned by the event she just witnessed, feeling delighted to have recorded every detail of this fascinating process.

"You are certainly smarter from a scientific point of view and deductive reasoning than my previous assistant." Arkan commented, taking the crouching position perfectly imitating a dog.

"Before you do what you want, you can at least give me the basics of this process." He asked Violet, wanting to understand the fundamentals of what Arkan did.

The wizard in quadrupedal form slams his tail on the floor, forming a small web of cracks, turning towards the financial district of Duckburg.

'I like to answer questions and explain things, but I want to stretch my legs properly, run like a demon on the skyline of this new city.' He thought Arkan in quadrupedal form, wanting to be able to run just for fun not just for survival as he did during his imprisonment in purgatory.

Arkan prepares to refuse, but seeing Violet's big pearl black eyes, he decided he could wait five minutes to make his run.

"My whole being is enclosed in a core, my magical energy is combined with psychic energy.

Then there is a heavy process of converting energy into matter to temporarily create a puppet body, an avatar piloted from a cabin located in another dimension. "Arkan said, providing more technical information on how this transformation took place.

"Luz nicknamed it, Imaginary Form." Arkan said, adding a little harmless curiosity.

"Creating an entire, fully functional physical form from scratch. You must have a fairly advanced understanding of biology to perform such a feat." Violet said, groping Arkan's forelegs, finding the whole experience indescribable, sure she won't be able to see anything like this even in the world's most advanced laboratories for the next fifty years.

"This form doesn't have to fit the normal standards of biology and physics. I can easily take the external form of anything." Arkan says that Imaginary Form unlike Self Shapeshifting offers a greater amount of freedom, although the energy consumption and time required to use it are small impediments during a countdown operation.

"What you see is called Digimon, precisely a Raidramon, copied from one of Miko and Luz's favorite cartoons, Digimon Adventure 02." Arkan admitted that he perfectly emulated the appearance of an imaginary creature, born from the mind of Akiyoshi Hongo.

"Knowing abroad is not enough if you want something really useful. I had to study cryptozoologist, quantum physics, biochemistry, neurosurgery, genetics, electromagnetism, chimeras, dragonzoologist etc." Arkan recounted another big difference between his two shapeshifting abilities, Self Shapeshifting only needs a mental image and nothing more, while Imaginary Form needs to visualize and implement everything from the ground up.

If he wishes to become a fire breathing dragon, he must create a respiratory system capable of breathing fire, the same principle applies to every unique physical ability of the form created from scratch.

"Such a variety of knowledge to be able to take the form of a fictional character. Not sure what to say?" Violet expressed her opinion, believing that such a collection of knowledge must be used for something greater and more noble, such as inventing the cure for a degenerative disease.

Violet is completely unaware that she touched Arkan's raw nerve

"Knowledge is needed to make this form not only aesthetically pleasing, but also practical to face battles and obstacles of all kinds. There are people who would kill to understand how the insides of this form work." Arkan said, in a slightly offended tone, banging his tail several times on the floor, creating a flood of cracks.

The purposely transformed sorcerer does not go into detail on what makes this form so valuable.

Mention the creation of artificial Magical Core and create a second nervous system that functions as psuedo-Magical Circuits or have partially decoded the genetic code of the Dragons, engrave Runes inside the organs without compromising their function etc.

This information and more can easily attract the attention of the most dangerous and insane Practitioners of the supernatural.

"How complex can the biological of such a form be? Wouldn't it be more useful in the long run to focus efforts on something more productive?" Violet said, unable to understand the social signs of shutting up, uttering the wrong phrase.

There are three excuses for Violet's social awkwardness.

Number one, Violet is not Toby Curtis, the world-class behavioral scientist, quite the opposite.

Number two, Violet can barely understand the social cues of her fellow man, you can't expect her to understand Arkan's facial expressions and body language when he's transformed into a faithful copy of Raidramon.

Number three, not even Luz and Eda can understand what goes through Arkan's head and they are the two people closest to his heart, the 15-year-old human is her best friend / sister / partner / Watson, the 40-year-old Witch is the closest thing to a funny mother he ever had in his life.

"The entire gang of thugs, nerds, little witches and schoolgirls, we worked together in our peaceful days to understand not only what a Digimon would look like in real life, but also find ways to replicate their abilities.

This form of Raidramon represents the friendship of a group of misfits capable of changing the course of history.

Don't you dare disrespect one of the symbols of the Celestial Grand Order! "Arkan exclaimed aloud, getting caught up in the moment.

When she slammed her forelegs, I make a small hole in the floor, revealing the apartment of a seamstress duck who passed out on the floor from a boulder that hit her head.

At the next blow of the tail, a trail of lightning went out from the tip of Arkan's tail, burning a satellite dish on the roof.

Frightened Violet dropped her phone at the sight of the lightning coming out of the queue of the False Raidramon.

'When communicating with Arkan, you must not touch these subjects: True Form, Time often in the bad place, criticism regarding his former friends and the CGO.' Violet thought, with a slight note of fear towards an angry Arkan, writing this information deep inside her mind.

After this little outburst, Arkan took a deep inhale, then breathes, repeating this process several times, with each breath his former anger subsides.

"Get on top, if we waste any more time, the party will have already begun and over." He said Arkan in quadrupedal form, in a quiet tone, walking over to Violet and lying down so that she can easily get on her back.

Violet did not get on the back of the False Raidramon, she simply stands still, hesitating to say or do something, feeling a kind of fear of Arkan.

"You've already helped me enough with the details on Duckburg and Calisota. I can easily fend for myself." Arkan declared, realizing that Violet has had enough of her unnatural presence.

It's no surprise to him, most people can't accept something or someone that exists outside of their normal perception of reality.

Once they are rescued from the Monster of the Week they will come up with the most ridiculous excuses in the world for pretending to have hallucinated or whatever.

"If you want, you can take the fire escape, go down to the sidewalk and pretend I'm a heat stroke induced hallucination." Arkan has proposed a physical and metaphorical exit to allow Violet to cut ties with her.

The False Raidramon uses one of its horns to indicate a fire escape located in a corner of the roof, where the less experienced eye cannot find it.

Violet grabs her phone from the floor, luckily it hasn't broken. Then the hummingbird girl approaches the fire escape preparing to descend.

"Violet was nice meeting you and chatting with you." Arkan said, turning towards the financial district, starting to walk in that direction, mentally visualizing a path through the roofs of the buildings.

"Anyone, as soon as he has a second, can give up and run away, so keep moving forward." He recited the False Raidramon, quoting lines from a song that appears in a Digimon movie.

After this farewell sentence, he prepares to spring forward.

His body is slowly covered in fluorescent blue circuit-like symbols, a sign that the Magical Circuits within his body are activating, creating magic to increase his physical performance to absurd levels.

The False Raidramon rushes forward and Violet has decided to make the worst or best decision of her life.

Violet reaches out with both hands and grabs Arkan's tail, using all the strength of her small body she manages to maintain her grip.

The Sorcerer transformed into an imaginary creature leapt off the roof of the building, taking Violet with him.

"haaaaa!" The hummingbird girl screams with all the breath of her body, having never been in such a situation, plummeting from the tenth floors of a building towards the asphalt of the street.

Fortunately, the False Raidramon is fully aware of what is happening.

With a jerk of his tail, he throws Violet into the air, sending her to jump about ten meters.

'Every girl I meet and I like must be problematic in one way or another ... I've been missing these kinds of trouble.' Arkan thought for a moment, before focusing solely on preventing Violet from hurting herself. .

Lightning bolts burst out of the Transformed Wizard's back, pushing him directly towards a billboard.

Using the claws offered by her current form she hooks onto the edge of the public billboard and uses it as a base to leap up to Violet, grabbing her by the collar of the shirt with his mouth.

Unfortunately this time Arkan can't stop his momentum, ending up slamming the left side of his body into the building.

Holding back an insult to not open my mouth I drop Violet, Arkan's paws emit a violent shock of electric sparks, creating a short and explosive propulsion, destroying a street lamp, but preventing a bad fall.

Allowing the model student and the transformed alien to secretly land behind the billboard.

Once on its paws on the ground, the False Raidramon grinds its grip, letting Violet fall onto her butt against the cold concrete of the building.

"You didn't have to be a smart girl, why did you do something so reckless?" Arkan asked, not knowing Violet very well, but from the brief reading about her, she doesn't seem like the kind of person who goes on the spur of the moment to make such a scene.

Violet took a moment to breathe and dust her clothes, and once she is presentable she stands up.

"When I'm old and looking back, I don't want to wonder what would have happened if I hadn't chased you." Violet stated, not wanting to miss out on such an unprecedented chance in her life.

Surely Arkna's rage and lightning are threatening and can scare people.

But he didn't hesitate in the slightest to save Violet from a fatal fall and get her to safety, even if it cost him a small impact against a building.

"All my life I have been rational, I have never thought about things like magic or extradimensional powers.

But I met you and in the few hours spent with you, you shook something in me. You opened my eyes!

There is a world beyond textbooks and rational truths! One is I forced to know more. "Violet said, expressing her sincere opinion of her, maybe she's not sure that pursuing Arkan is the safest thing.

But surely it is the right thing to do, both for his civic sense and above all for his own person.

Library reading and Junior Woodchuck enrollment are great ways to learn and learn new skills and knowledge.

But there are flaws, learning alone through reading is limited, the best books are too expensive or found in national libraries in other countries or in private collections.

Junior Woodchuck's curriculum is quite extensive, but they remain an organization dedicated to teaching young people, providing limitations in some ways.

Violet feels like a second home in the library and being part of the Junior Woodchuck family makes her parents feel proud.

But the girl wants much more, to learn about science and magic from a person from a completely different world, showing surreal skills one after another ...

Violet cannot refuse such a possibility without deeply repenting later.

The transformed Wizard listened to Violet's speech, managing to get some idea of what the hummingbird girl is thinking.

Arkan is currently experiencing a feeling of nostalgia, having experienced a similar scenario with Luz and other people who entered the world under the moonlight.

Some have come to live their dreams, others for the simple taste of adventure, others to escape from their problems of everyday life, other people for love and just as many to understand more about how the world really works.

"Your life, your choice." Arkan stated, in a serious tone, looking Violet straight in her eyes, letting her choose her own path.

"Think very carefully about the path you want to take. You can either ride the alien shapeshifter and see the impossible happen on a daily basis or pretend that none of it is real." Arkan said, giving Violet one last pomace to go back.

"Rule 2: All Junior Woodchucks must be open to the unknown in their quest for the truth." She said Violet, with a determined look, grabbing one of the False Raidramon's horns, climbing onto the back of the alien shapeshifter.

"Right now you remind me of my first official meeting with Luz, even with a Violent Ghost in the abandoned mall who decided to chase me." Arkan said, in a nostalgic tone, having been through something similar with Luz, the circumstances were completely different and he got pretty badly hurt during the retreat maneuver.

But at the end of the day Luz decided to stay with a Young Wizard with Detective Occult mania.

"Later I want to hear this story, I think it's a parallel somewhere." Violet said, figuring there must be a reason Arkan is feeling nostalgic here.

"When I think about it, you remind me of Tsubasa Hanekawa, a model student who loves the library and learning new things.

But deep down he craves adventure and adrenaline worse than a drug addict. It helps him with a problem of possessing an animal spirit.

After that she practically moved into my den library, becoming a kind of secretary / librarian / janitor. "Arkan said, comparing Violet to the best student in Gravesfield's school history, just hoping she won't have to solve future family problems like she does. by Tsubasa.

"I want to study and improve myself, not become the next Scrooge McDuck." She told the model student that she is riding a magical shape-shifting alien who wishes to chase police cars to practice his masked vigilante pastime ...

Violet does not realize the direction her life is taking at the moment, a matter of time she will end up in absurd adventures and cross paths with Scrooge McDuck and his family.

"I too have the same need, to gather knowledge and understand the secrets of the Omniverse. But however much I want to pass myself off as an intellectual. My primordial nature does not change." Arkan said, taking a short run, preparing for his high-speed run.

"Not even a day has passed since my release and I literally throw myself into the next trouble!" He exclaimed the False Raidramon, sprinting forward, leaping off the roof of the building.

"By chance you can make a saddle appear." Violet asked, firmly grabbing the horns found on the transformed wizard's body.

"It's good for your health to ride bareback, it keeps you alert and bonded with the mount." Arkan said, continuing to run at high speed across the rooftops, moving in zigzags, leaving behind a trail of lightning and claw marks.

"Problems ahead!" Violet shouted, indicating that the trail of neighboring roofs and buildings are ending, taken the race has become more of a long jump contest.

This path change comes as no surprise, as the transformed sorcerer and model student are approaching downtown Duckburg.

At first glance the area is full of freshly painted buildings, lots of flashy cars, people actually walking around with smiles on their faces.

The center is definitely a nicer area. The buildings are massive and slender, and the advertisements are more subdued, though no less numerous.

The number of civilians wearing formal suits or dress is growing exponentially.

With great ease you can see a huge circular complex rising up, making the other structures pale.

Scattered all around are more of those skyscrapers, but that circular complex is arguably the largest of them all.

The McDuck Tower is a black monolith that jutted higher into the sky than any other building, practically scraping the clouds, and even from this distance I could see the company logo on one side.

"The road is over!" She shouted Violet again, seeing that there is no other means to run over you have roofs.

From now on there are huge buildings, always taller than the previous one, making it impossible for Raidramon to jump from roof to roof.

"This time I'm prepared to defy gravity." Arkan replied, increasing the speed of his run to exceed that of a car.

When the roofs are finished, the False Raidramon makes a huge leap over a road, landing straight into the wall of a huge tree.

Instead of breaking through the wall or crashing into the wall and then falling and having a bad end.

The False Raidramon's paws began to glow and emit a steady rush of electricity, allowing it to run across the wall as if it were Spider-Man.

"This body was designed to run fast and allow me to use my Electromaster abilities with unmatched accuracy. In short, gravity can't stop me!" Arkan shouted, starting to run like a demon on the walls of the buildings.

He certainly hasn't decided to climb every building in part, once he gets high enough not to be easily seen, he starts running sideways on the walls, following the main street of the financial district.

"You are taking advantage of the metal components inside the walls and ceilings of a building to attack and walk and run on those walls." She observed Violet, managing to more or less understand what Arkan is doing, very impressive for a hummingbird girl who can no longer distinguish where heaven or earth is.

XXX

After a dozen flips, climbing and descending various buildings by bending the laws of gravity, Arkan and Violet's race seems to be at an end.

"We're almost there!" Arkan shouted, coming to the top of the Glomgold Industries skyscraper.

" Thank goodness." Violet said, starting to no longer be able to support so many trajectory changes, she surely lost count of the number of times heaven and earth have changed places here.

"Time for a last leap!" Arkan exclaimed, sending several waves of electricity out of his legs and tail, inadvertently fried a lot of Glomgold Industries equipment in the process.

The False Raidramon begins to spring forward, sending out a million volts with every paw step.

"Hold on tight, Violet, the last hundred meters will be done at sonic speed!" Arkan exclaimed, just before approaching the edge of the skyscraper, releasing all the electricity in a precise point, causing all the oxygen around him to explode.

Using the force of the explosion to propel himself at great speeds. Gain a sprint at unnatural speeds and jump to incredible heights.

Basically Arkan and Violet turned into a living bullet, leaving behind a large crater.

XXX

For Violet, the last leap was less like a high-speed jump, it's actually comparable to taking off a spaceship or being shot through a huge canon.

"haaasaa!" He yelled at Violet's throat, believing she was dying upon landing.

Violet and Arkan are flying / gliding / crashing like a meteorite.

"Hold your breath, we're about to land in less than twenty seconds." He yelled the False Raidramon, preparing for the impact / landing.

The model student decides to listen to Arkan's suggestion and begins to hold her breath.

Good move because instead of landing in a parking lot or cornfield, they are about to hit the top floor of a luxury apartment building.

Precisely they are about to fall into a large swimming pool located on a huge luxury terrace.

Just under ten from the impact, Arkan uses his electricity to blast the air above the pool below him in order to cushion his descent and land safely.

KA-BlAM!

But this only mitigates the damage, it does not erase it. Upon impact, the pool exploded, spilling half of its contents onto the floors, lower floors and onto the street.

For about ten seconds Arkan and Violet remained underwater in a partially emptied and damaged pool, it will take a fortune to replace the marble filled with cracks and scratches.

Slowly the transformed Sorcerer and the model student exited the pool, climbing the pool steps.

"This must be the largest pool cannon in the history of this planet." She muttered Arkan, with an amused grin on her face, continuing to carry a soggy Violet on her back.

"You are crazy?" She asked Violet, running a hand through her hair so she could see something.

"Oh yes, I'm insane. And you're stuck here with me." Arkan replied, before laughing jovially, pure and amused.

Violet was silent for a moment, seconds later she too began to laugh at the whole situation.

"End of the line, please take your time off the Arkan Express." He said the False Raidramon, lying on the ground, greatly facilitating Violet's job of getting off.

"You are definitely better than any Roller coaster I've ever experienced in my life." She said Violet, before falling to her knees when she got off Arkan's rump, her legs suffer from numbness from the wild ride.

Arkan grabs Violet's collar again, lifting her up and placing her on a beach stool miraculously left standing.

" Thanks." Violet said, starting to massage her legs to stimulate blood circulation.

"Where are we? Weren't we supposed to be chasing police cars? Asked Violet, sure her" steed "has a reason for stopping on this terrace.

Arkan didn't answer Violet's questions right away, because she's focusing on something else.

The False Raidramon's body has begun to crumble into fluorescent blue dust.

In a matter of seconds of the entire physical body, only the crystalline nucleus remained, which opened just as fast.

Arkan has returned to his human form and normal size. Violet was once again amazed to see how this transformation process takes place in reverse.

"We are on the terrace of a luxury apartment, located on the top floor of a building for wealthy people. Give me a minute and I'll give you more details." Arkan said, calmly, walking towards the entrance of the apartment, wanting to enter and take on loan several things.

By letting sparks out of the hands, the electronic door lock opened without any problems.

The young wizard enters the apartment as if it were his home, as soon as he crosses the threshold a couple of oddities happen that Violet can't help but notice.

One, Arkan's entire body appears to shake for a second as if it had been abruptly hit by a blast of polar cold.

Two, his gaze was lost as if he were concentrating and reading something invisible.

"Interesting, I may have found a useful resource." He muttered Arkan, with a mischievous smirk on his face, having discovered something of interest.

Instead of asking if he's feeling okay, Violet decided to ask a question more related to legal repercussions.

"Do you know if we see people caught committing trespass, the penalty will be imprisonment from six months to three years." She informed Violet about the bad end they can end up if the owner calls the police.

Arkan seeing that hummingbird girl is hesitating to chase him into breaking into another person's property, decides to give her insurance.

"If you leave no trace you cannot be accused of anything." Arkan said without the slightest hint of concern in his voice, having done this stuff hundreds of times in worse situations.

Violet was left soaking wet outside, not feeling very reassured by Arkan's words.

The Young Sorcerer rolls his eyes to the sky, remembering that model students always have some anxiety about breaking the laws written by ordinary people who don't know how the world really works.

"Don't worry so much about leaving traces. When we landed in the pool I fried every piece of electronics inside the apartment.

All motion sensors, microphones, video cameras and burglar alarms are turned off. You just have to leave no traces of DNA and we would be fine.

If in the unlikely event something happens I can use hypnosis or a fire spell to solve all sorts of problems. "Arkan said in a calm tone as he walked out of the apartment, feeling a second shiver as he walked through the doorway.

"Go inside and dry yourself, I don't know anything about anthropomorphic bird biology. But if you stay outside with wet clothes you risk getting pneumonia." Arkan said, grabbing Violet's hand and dragging her inside her to a stranger's apartment.

Once again when the Young Sorcerer passed through the threshold of the door he suffered from a profound tremor.

'By chance Arkan has the same problem as vampires, does he need explicit permission to cross the threshold of a house, if he doesn't get permission he gets a penance shipment?' Violet thought, making a hypothesis to explain this strange phenomenon of crossing the threshold and reacting in a strange way.

Once in the living room decorated with furniture imported from Italy, Arkan begins to use his Sherlock Scan to understand much more about the person who should live in this luxurious apartment.

Arkan's eyes looked at the photographs, the position of the furniture, the personal belongings left behind and many other small details that a trained eye cannot see.

"The owner of this place is one Goldie O'Gilt. She seems to me to be some kind of Fujiko Mine for the Scrooge McDuck you mentioned to me a few times.

He is currently in South America investigating the location on the Fountain of Youth. "Arkan said, offering no explanation to Violet on how she gained this information.

Releasing the hold of Violet's hand, the Young Wizard has wed her attention to a shelf filled with various trinkets and trinkets from around the world.

"You weren't exaggerating when you said you were a Great Investigator to understand so much in such a short time." Violet said, impressed with Arkan's deductive abilities.

Personally Violet in order to understand the name and the connection with Scrooge McDuck had to take a few minutes to look at some photographs of the house showing Goldie O'Gilt having fun with Scrooge McDuck, along with an archeology graduate with Goldie's name on it.

"Found cursed amulet of protection." Arkan said, grabbing an ancient bronze statuette of an idol or something similar from the shelf.

"The best place to hide a tree is the forest. Hide a real magical artifact among a shelf of fakes and you'll need an expert to find it." Arkan said, giving Goldie O'Gilt some credit for this little trick.

"Is this object responsible for your thrills when you crossed the threshold of this place?" He asked Violet, as she approaches for a better look at the trinket Arkan is holding in her hands.

"You really are a smart girl for noticing my annoyance.

In short, normally crossing the threshold of such a place is not a problem for me.

But with this trinket soaked in protective magic, I get a deep annoyance, as if someone repeatedly hits me with a snow shovel. "Arkan said, not going into detail on how the thresholds work.

Without warning or warning, Arkan's hands released a dark green flame, devouring the entire amulet of protection, burning it to ashes. Various mystical symbols appeared on the walls of the apartment, seeing them burned together with the amulet.

" Problem solved." Arkan exclaimed in a happy tone, sounding relieved of a metaphysical burden.

"You didn't say you didn't leave any traces of our presence." She observed Violet, pointing to the pile of ash on the carpet.

"M-A-G-I-C!" This was Arkan's response, climbing on top of a table in the living room, drawing a dark purple circle in the air, forming a magic circle.

In a second, all the doors and drawers of the apartment opened simultaneously.

A small flock of plates carrying food flew out of the kitchen and onto the terrace.

Clothes and a brand new laptop flew out of Goldie O'Gilt's bedroom.

The clothes fell into Violet's hands as the laptop flew straight into Arkan's hand.

"I'll have to get used to this." Violet said, confident that this is only the beginning of a long series of testimonies of magical art.

"Here are some clean, dry clothes that have been magically altered to fit your size." Arkan said, having solved Violet's wet clothes problem.

Not wanting to be accused of being a peeping tom and having to plan his next move, Arkna heads out onto the terrace.

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A few minutes later, Violet returned to the terrace, dressed in a gray shirt and brown pants.

The hummingbird girl walked over to the Young Wizard who sat at a table, working on Goldie O'Gilt's laptop while eating a red apple.

"We didn't just eat a quarter of an hour ago." She observed Violet, having seen with her own eyes how Arkan filled her stomach with a wide variety of pastries and sweets.

"Running across the rooftops with a person in the saddle consumes a lot of calories, plus I have a whole month of malnutrition to recover from." Arkan said, taking a red apple and handing it to Violet.

"I have to agree with you, just being the passenger in such a ride made me tired." She said Violet, grabbing the apple and starting to peel it off to put something under her teeth.

"Can you tell me why we stopped in this place?" Violet asked, sure that if Arkan wanted to have a snack, he could have something else that didn't involve a trespass.

"This apartment offers a perfect view of the party. Bonus, this Goldie O'Gilt has some very interesting cash." Arkan said, without taking his eyes off the computer, indicating the edge of the terrace with his hand.

Violet walks over to the balcony railing to see this "party" Arkan is talking about.

"I see a bunch of police cars surrounding the First National Bank.

This must be an armed robbery if there are so many cops. "Violet said, understanding more or less what is going on downstairs.

"The classic old bank robbery. It's been a long time since I stopped a classic crime." Arkan said, with an amused grin on his face, climbing over the railing, preparing to jump into the fray.

XXX

Inside the bank full of armed criminals is also a certain unfortunate duck dressed in a sailor's uniform.

Continues ...

Chapter Text

Narrative Arc 1: Welcome to Mad Duckworld, dear hero and dancer

Episodes 1: The madman, the angel and the ducks (V)

Chapter 5: The encounter between two heroes

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POV Narrator

Violet finds herself leaning against the railing of the apartment trying to get a better look at what is happening across the street.

Arkan stands next to Violet, standing over the railing, arms crossed, staring at the First National Bank.

"Some things are universal, the forces of Good and Evil are constantly fighting in all shapes and sizes." Arkan said, with a bittersweet smile on his face at the sight of the cops isolating the perimeter.

Replace anthropomorphic animals with the image of human beings and you will not find any distinction between the two Modus operandi.

The Young Sorcerer is relieved to see a familiar scenario even in a completely different world.

If half of this couple are feeling good about seeing the police do their job, the other half are feeling some kind of frustration

"This is lightly whipping, I have a general idea of what's going on down there. But I can't understand the details, I wish I had brought my binoculars with me." Violet complained about the circumstances and lack of equipment that prevent her from gathering the information.

Upon hearing Violet's words, Arkan's eyes began to glow intensely, circuit-like symbols of fluorescent blue appear around his face.

"The policewoman, María Cabrera, the light brown feathered duck ... is requesting the intervention of ... SWAT forces ... to use lip-reading techniques on a world where most of the species have a beak is hard." Arkan said, finding it difficult to read the cops' lips / beak.

"We are on the fifty floor of a building from the top corner of the street, for me people are comparable to ants.

But can you even see and interpret what they say by the movement of their beaks? "Violet asked, in an incredulous tone, never having believed that such a thing is possible.

But in the last few hours the same was true of magic, shapeshifting powers and manipulating electromagnetism with sheer willpower.

"Of all my senses, sight is the most developed. With the naked eye I can spot and shoot a fly moving from a hundred meters.

Using Reinforcement, a spell that enhances all of the subject's qualities under the influence, I can even see and hit a target at a distance of two kilometers. "Arkan delivered a rudimentary explanation of his superhuman vision, not to mention the IRIS Cams that render everything. even easier.

The IRIS Cams are a very advanced and very precious piece of technology, essentially contact lenses with several very fun and useful functions, especially when no one suspects that they are speaking and acting in the presence of a person who records their every conversation and fight.

"It seems that the robbers are dangerous ... and in possession of military-grade weapons. They have taken the bank employees hostage, the unfortunate customers, there are even children ..." Arkan said, in a serious and serious tone. gloomy, putting aside his former casual aura, erasing any trace of amusement.

The Young Sorcerer may be a stranger in a foreign land, but that does not mean that his duties, responsibilities and codes of conduct have remained in his world.

His duty can be summed up in this sentence: To protect the helpless and hunt down the wicked.

His personal code is quite long and complex, but there is a section that says to remove the velvet gloves when children are mixed up.

"An armed robbery is already a big deal with enormous potential to end in tragedy. Shouldn't we let the professionals do it?" She asked Violet, she begins to tighten the hem of her shirt, not too sure that the two of them can help in such a delicate situation.

Certainly Arkan has shown that he possesses unique abilities and an advanced intellect, which are useful in any type of conflict.

But so far Violet hasn't seen anything that says Arkan can act subtly and quietly without attracting anyone's attention.

"The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil things but because of those who watch without doing anything." Arkan replied, stepping off the railing, returning to the desk for computer work at a loaner.

"I understand your point, if you can help someone, you should. The more people you can help, the more you should help. But you're sure your presence couldn't make the situation worse.

If an armed robber sees a humanoid alien or a huge quadrupedal creature they could open fire and a stray bullet could kill someone. "Violet said, her voice no longer calm and stoic, sounding unsure of what to say or do.

The hummingbird girl is having mixed feelings about the whole situation, one part of herself wants to help, another part wants to stay on the sidelines and not get involved for any reason.

Since she was adopted, her parents have taught her that she should help people and use her intelligence for good.

An armed robbery is not the kind of situation that the Junior Woodchucks taught to handle.

Arkan possesses otherworldly abilities such as shape-shifter, teleportation, electrokinesis.

It can certainly balance the scales on the side of the cops. But there are just as many pomace that its presence could be the spark that ignites the explosion.

'What should I do to act or not to act !?' Violet thought, feeling pressured like never in her life. Her heart beats wildly as her mind pulls the argument for and against the action off.

"Violet, I admit that I much prefer to face mystical threats in the dead of night and solve everything with a mix of strategy, ugly force and fire magic." Arkan admitted, feeling more comfortable fighting vampires and werewolves in abandoned buildings.

"Unfortunately for you, I have a great sense of duty and responsibility and I am just as good at stealth operations.

Black Widow herself, considered one of the most dangerous women on my planet, has given me a lot of insight into the art of murder and espionage. "Arkan declared, in a serious tone, taking the situation as carefully as possible.

Clapping his hands, the Young Sorcerer invoked two objects upon him.

The first item was his Personal Arm Computer which hooked onto his left forearm.

The second tool is found in the palm of the right hand, a cube-like device in obsidian black covered in strange dark purple inscriptions, with a keyboard and screen that open on command.

This device is the C Cube, the all and the end of all computer technology, in one small package.

Your Omni-sensor can interface with any electronic or digital communication or data storage medium, any telephone or computer, simply by being in proximity to them, or in proximity to any device connected to them via a network.

It can also interface with radio waves and similar transmissions, or "surveillance beams". At the same time, the sensor also allows it to interface with magical and technological artifacts and systems with equal ease and refinement.

"How are you thinking of acting." Violet asked, putting aside her inner conflict, preferring to position herself behind Arkan to see what she is working on.

The hummingbird girl is well aware that she can do little to stop the Arkan if she decides to do her own thing, but it can't hurt to try.

Plus he wants to see what he's up to with the new device just pulled out of pocket size.

A great distraction to not think about what he is feeling at the moment.

"First of all I want to get information. In such a delicate situation, entering without the slightest bit of information is pure stupidity.

Where are the robbers, how many are there, what do they want, how are they organized and above all where are the hostages? "Arkan said, wanting to obtain this information to intervene with surgical precision so as not to risk doing unnecessary damage.

Putting the C Cube on the laptop keyboard a very interesting light show took place.

On the table appeared a holographic keyboard filled with symbols and glyphs unknown to anyone with no great experience in runic magic combined with informative.

Four holographic screens appeared on the table in a half-arch of screens, connecting to the borrowed laptop.

Correction, the laptop has connected / assimilated to the C Cube, providing a copy of all its information and a small improvement in the size of the database and the speed of information processing.

For once, Violet wasn't engrossed in demonstrating advanced technology, preferring to focus on what's really important. The emergency that is happening in front of her has her eyes.

"Couldn't we just give this information to the police?" She proposed Violet, sincerely wanting to help, only she can not help but prefer more legally acceptable methods. Anonymous tip-offs exist for a reason.

"The police will be suspicious of information from an unprecedented anonymous source." Arkan said, if he were in the police shoes he would be filled with mistrust and paranoia about a mysterious hacker who provides this information for free.

"We could ..." Violet is coming up with another suggestion on how they can help without interfering in the affairs of the police. But Arkan silences her with a simple glance.

"Good people don't need laws that tell them to act responsibly, while bad people will find a way around the laws." Arkan came up with another profound quote as his hacking work pays off for him, showing a picture of what's going on inside the bank.

"See what's going on inside, then look me in the eye and tell me the right thing to do is stand aside and look without lifting a finger." Arkan said, rising from his chair, handing his seat to Violet.

All five screens show an image of what Violet assumes is a father-son couple.

The father is a duck in his mid-thirties, with white feathers and a yellow-ocher beak, legs and feet.

He wears a shiny black sailor shirt that has four gold buttons and accents of white with a white sailor cap that has black undertones to match.

The son is a pre-adolescent duck who may be ten years old at the most. He looks a lot like his father in terms of looks. He is wearing a red t-shirt and a red baseball cap on his head. In her hands he holds the Junior Woodchuck Guidebook.

The father is hugging his son trying to reassure him that everything will be fine.

Around the father-son couple are about ten people, a mix of bank employees and civilians, each scared to death and huddled on the floor.

Four large dogs dressed in black and green biker masks and paramilitary uniforms, armed with machine guns, are guarding the hostages.

Even through the screen Violet can feel the tense air of the room.

Suddenly the father glares at one of the criminals, muttering in a low voice something incomprehensible to many.

"Shut up or I'll kill you!" One of the criminals exclaimed loudly, approaching the duck dressed as a sailor, hitting him in the face with the rifle stock.

The sailor fell to the ground probably suffering from a concussion to celebrate.

The son dressed in red throws himself beside his father to see if he is okay.

The boy's eyes fill with animal rage, he drops the guide of the Junior Woodchucks, seems on the verge of lashing out at the criminal who hit his father.

"Don't let your emotions control you, you are in grave danger!" Violet yelled, grabbing her laptop screen, as if her actions might interfere with what's going on inside the bank.

Before the baby made the biggest mistake of his life, the father recovers just in time to grab the baby by the collar of his shirt, preventing the baby from jumping on the criminal.

The duck has made an excellent move, because the criminal has just pointed the gun at the child, ready to go to slaughter at the sight of an impending problem.

Seeing the barrel of the gun and the awareness of being shot in every second, his child's eyes are on the verge of tears.

The poor guy just gained enough material to have nightmares for days to come.

Her father gave her a strong bear hug, trying to calm and reassure her baby dressed in red.

Violet's heart is about to break into a thousand as she sells this scene, a crying child held in the arms of a worried and battered parent, while they are surrounded by henchmen armed with no problem pointing a weapon at a child.

"The little bird doesn't realize how close it was to become an orphan.

If the father hadn't grasped it, there would have been a one-sided scuffle and everything will end with the father throwing himself in to act as a human shield for the little one.

A father killed in front of you have eyes of the son, a scene like that to mark until the end of your days or even more. "Arkan said, with a grim look, as if he had just seen the future.

The young wizard's words hit Violet straight into her heart, almost awakening long-dormant memories ...

But the phantom sound of a shot, followed by screams and a desperate cry appeared in Violet's mind, even though she doesn't remember how and where they heard.

Violet's hands clench into fists and every hint of existence in her eyes burns to death.

"How can I help?" Violet asked, with a look full of a reborn determined to do something bold.

"Didn't you want to let the professionals handle their cases?" Arkan said, smiling triumphantly at the sight of fire in Violet's pearl black eyes.

"Rule 17: A groundhog takes care of his fellow groundhogs, whatever the cost." Violet recited one of the most sacred rules of a Junior Woodchucks by heart.

"Here's my plan, I'll be Batman, you'll be Oracle." Arkan said, wanting to make the roles of this improvised team understood, forgetting a little detail about Violet she lives in a world where human beings do not exist, so there is not even any DC Comics with her Dark Knight.

"Arkan, I don't know anything about your culture, these names mean nothing to me." Violet said, regretting for a moment that she hadn't asked more questions about culture instead of concerting about aliens, superiors and science.

"I will be the superhero dressed in black who works on the ground, you will be the smart assistant who acts as my technical support from afar." Arkan has declared their respective roles for this rescue operation.

"I'm good at computer science, but I don't think I can learn an unknown alphabet in a couple of minutes." Violet said, pointing to the advanced computer equipment written in an unknown language.

" Give me a second." Arkan replied, pressing a button on the Personal Arm Computer.

The blue holographic screens and headboard have changed configuration.

They became lilac in color, the interface became much simpler close to modern technology, and the keyboard became written in English.

"Do you have a solution for every problem I can find?" Violet asked in a sarcastic tone as she sits down in front of the newly reconfigured computer equipment for her personal use.

"A good magician must always have new tricks to surprise his audience." Arkan said, pressing a new button on the Cyberpunk Computer mounted on his forearm.

In an instant the screen of the Personal Arm Computer lit up, Arkan's body for a second was wrapped in a cocoon of pixels and computer codes of alien origin.

When the cocoon disappeared, Arkan was shown dressed in a suit reminiscent of the evil version of Batman, Owlman.

"Violet, this is my Batman costume." Arkan declared, with a theatrical tone, impersonating a fictional character for the second time.

Arkan's costume is obvious at a glance that he was strongly inspired by Batman, even if for some reason he chose to go towards the owl style.

This suit has a much more armored look than the classic Batman costume, the main colors are black and gray.

The entire suit appears to be more mechanical inside at the shoulders and upper chest.

The overall appearance of the costume resembles a military suit with Kevlar plating in the thigh area and around the chest area.

The combat boots as per the quanta are reinforced by strong carbon fiber / plastic material. The gloves have the famous shark sabers attached to the forearms.

Obviously it wouldn't be a Batman-style superhero costume if it doesn't have a fancy long cape and utility belt to hold a variety of gadgets.

However, there are three differences from the classic Batman costume.

First and most obvious of all, the costume is owl themed.

The second difference the hood and the mask follow different aesthetic standards.

Instead of including bat-like longs, the hood has metal segments to resemble an owl's head.

The mask instead of leaving the mouth uncovered and vulnerable to a punch or poisonous gas is covered by a metal jaw / mask.

The third and final difference, there is no bat icon on the chest of the costume.

"Your costume inspired by a fictional bat-themed superhero probably looks a lot like an owl." She observed Violet, finding her affair slightly odd.

Internally he wonders if it could be a translation problem or if the bats in Arkan's world look like owls.

"I can't dress up in an exact copy of Batman and really fight crime.

Iron-Man and Spider-Man would make endless jokes and DC Comics would sue for image theft.

I just copied Batman's style and adapted it to the theme of an owl. "Arkan stated, not wanting to admit that he mainly chose this owl theme to honor Eda Clawthorne, the Owl Lady, the most powerful Witch / Harpy of the Boiling. Isles.

Violet accepted Arkan's answer without too many questions, having both of these more urgent to do than discuss aesthetics.

"If she's to be your assistant in this vigilante act, what should I call you while you're wearing this uniform?" Violet asked, she may be a neophyte when it comes to superheroes, having by far preferred other literary and television genres, but even someone like her can understand the importance of the secret identity.

How important a secret identity actually is to an alien stranded on another world is a debate Violet doesn't want to participate in at the moment.

"If we were in my world and wearing this costume, I would call myself Owlman ..." Arkan is about to give an explanation on how he can't use this type of naming, but for once Violet manages to finish her sentence.

"But in this world there are no human beings, you cannot be called Woman or Man." Violet said, confident that Arkan doesn't want to draw people's presence onto her alien nature.

"Dark Owl might work for now, even if it sounds too general and stereotyped to me." Commented Arkan, having no luck in finding a name to associate with this costume.

"Why don't you try Bufnita, it's the foreign language word for Owl." She proposed Violet, using her vast department of foreign language skills to come up with a name that sounds better than Owlman or Dark Owl.

"Bufnita, BUFNITA, I like the way it sounds." Arkan said, appreciating Violet's bestowed name.

Having both a costume to hide her alien nature and a stage name, Arkan had no reason to sit still and chat with Violet.

"I run to save the day, if you see anything weird tell me, the C Cube is connected to the suit system." Arkan said, informing her that she is about to run away and what his duties are to her.

"If we're lucky, I'll be back in less than half an hour. We'll get off the elevator, borrow a small amount of Goldie O'Gilt's stash, then you'll take me on the Duckburg sightseeing tour." Arkan said in a calm, reassuring voice.

His behavior regarding the situation in the bank is completely changed.

This can be nerve-wracking in so many ways, but for Violet to hear Arkan talk about upcoming success and future celebration plans, it works wonders for her anxiety.

" Good luck." Violet wished, greeting her ... accomplice / friend of hers?

"Thanks, but I don't need luck, I have the power of magic, science and a hero's mad heart on my side." Arkan declared, slamming his fist against his chest, before fluttering his cloak in the wind and throwing himself off the terrace.

Violet has had to use all the self-control she possesses not to give up her position and run to see if Arkan is okay.

Surely he wouldn't have jumped if he wasn't able to do something to avoid a death from a fall, right?

"This day is taking a really strange turn." Violet commented, using her information expertise and Arkan's equipment to access public and private information about the bank.

"The Game is On!" Arkan exclaimed, gliding high, using his long cloak as a hang glider, managing to ride a wave of hot air.

"After this day, my life will never be the same again." He muttered Violet, watching as Arkan flutters his cloak to the First National Bank.

XXX

Maria Antonia Magdalena Aldonsa Cabrera is one of the best detectives in the Duckburg police force, building a promising career in homicide.

Unfortunately, an internal "dispute" with one of her superiors leads to her being reassigned to the Special Investigation Department, a political death sentence.

At least her trusty companion in arms, Karrin Murphy, chased her shortly after to the Special Investigation Department.

Together they went to great lengths to help the department become much more effective and respectable.

In her long career, Ms. Cabrera has seen many things happen under her gaze both during her time at the homicides and even after her relocation.

Living in the same town as Scrooge McDuck a blockhouse a huge number of cases out of the ordinary, most of the time they were solved by Scrooge himself.

But when the richest duck in the world was out of town, the police had to deal with the most unnatural problems with mixed success.

At least for the past decade, things have been calmer ... by Duckburg standards, a time many look back with nostalgia.

But when Scorre returned to venture, the strange and inexplicable cases skyrocketed, putting pressure on the Special Investigations department to do their job better, even when no other department knows which fish to pick.

'Today things are about to take a turn for the worse.' Agent Cabrera thought, feeling a gut feeling that someone bad, a storm is approaching to break Duckburg's fragile balance.

If that wasn't enough, half the police precinct has rushed to the First National Bank to deal with one of the most irregular bank robberies in history.

From the information gathered, it all happened less than half an hour ago.

In the middle of the afternoon at rush hour, a large group of dogs and ducks about ten or thirty, all dressed and armed in the same way, suddenly entered the largest bank in the state.

Promising violence and death to anyone who tries to thwart their blow.

For such a large number of people, targeting the same building is not normal.

Instead of taking the money and running away with the loot, they barricaded themselves inside, taking the entire staff and clientele in the office hostage. This is not typical bank robbery behavior.

The criminals look like professionals and are equipped by professionals, but behave abnormally, as if they want to get the biggest sentence in Duckburg history.

If this situation wasn't messed up enough for the average cop. An unprecedented new element has just presented itself.

"Cabrera, raise your head and tell me you see it too?" She asked Agent Cabrera's companion in arms Karrin Murphy.

Murphy is a short duck, barely five feet tall, with white feathers, short blonde hair, blue eyes and a cute beak.

For Fenton, Detective Cabrera's son, Murphy is his favorite aunt and one of the kindest people he knows.

Unfortunately for the bad guys, she's a lot more dangerous than she looks; she is a policewoman with some serious martial arts skills and enough stubbornness and ingenuity to really bother anyone who annoys her

"What the hell is he seeing?" Cabrera murmured, looking up to see a mysterious figure flying over the area half a mile above the ground.

The young sorcerer disguised as Bufnita, the owl version of the dark knight has decided to go over the police blockade.

"Is it a bird?

"No, it's a problem." Murphy said, in a bad voice, not tolerating the weirdos messing around in his town.

"Should we call Scrooge McDuck?" Asked the rooster policeman, believing that the tail is outstripping him.

Murphy's stern look was enough to silence the rooster cop.

"Someone call a helicopter, the guy or the thing landed on the roof, it could be an accomplice or a third party wants to take over." Agent Cabrera said, making hasty assumptions about who the dark machine may be.

'This city gets stranger with each passing day.' The rooster cop thought, slowly walking away from the two tough ducks, preferring not to be near the infamous police duo.

XXX

Simultaneously the masked hero landed on top of the roof. Turning his attention to his Cyberpunk Computer he began with Violet.

"Vee, I've arrived at my destination. Can you send me the floor plan of the building." Bufnita said, wanting to have a map of the building, so everything will be easier to rescue the hostages and beat the thugs to death.

"Where to look for something specific?" Violet asked, not knowing if she has to send the entire floor plan or just a specific section.

Unlike his previous school assignments or with the Junior Woodchucks, Arkan didn't deliver specific objectives to complete.

"Focus on positioning the ventilation ducts and highlight rooms with an internal ventilation grille." He requested Bufnita, looking around the roof having found her entry ticket.

The bank roof is ventilated, one door part of the roof space is occupied by ventilation ducts and pipes and other gadgets.

"Bufnita, maybe where it comes from to go through the ventilation ducts is possible.

In Duckburg the ducts are too small for you, if you were a small kid you could go through them. "Violet said, not wanting to see live how Arkan gets stuck or stuck in the ventilation duct.

"Vee, I have four words to contradict your logic: Shapeshifter and Abominable Magic." Bufnita said, reminding Violet who she's talking to, a Detective Occult, where her favorite pastime is being a superhero.

Plus the word Abominable Magic is a secret message to put a certain lilac-haired Witch Shadow into action.

Bufnita's shadow changed configuration, taking the silhouette of Amity Blight.

"We can disagree on many issues and have days here we want to punch each other.

But I can't disagree or stand in your way when you're playing the hero, especially when there are kids around. "Shadow Amity said, making a puddle of purple slime emerge from the shadows.

"My Abominations will help you." Shadow Amity stated, confirming her assistant in the upcoming fight with the robbers.

"How did I manage to forget about this?

In the last few hours I've seen you change shape and size with a fool of your fingers. "Violet exclaimed, in a slightly accusatory tone, not having heard or seen anything related to Shadow Amity.

The hummingbird girl feels stupid for once for forgetting something as obvious as Arkan's magical powers.

"Don't blame yourself, Vee.

Even my friend Luz sometimes forgets that she can turn into an Otter on command.

At least he never forgets to pack a deck of cards full of glyphs. "Bufnita said, reassuring Violet and delivering a second secret message, all as she approaches the ventilation pipes, preparing to step inside to get this party off to a good start.

The Masked Sorcerer did not have to turn around to see that the silhouette of his shadow has changed again, showing a Luz holding her thumb up.

"Even I sometimes have a hard time remembering all the different types of weapons, spells and abilities it possesses. In hindsight I would have found spells more useful and less explosive." She declared Bufnita, admitting that she had made mistakes in the past, having chosen the wrong spell or too strong for the threat she faced then.

During the little chat between the masked hero and girl in the chai.

Bufnita's body and costume began to emit small glimpses of barely visible smoke, her fingers even through the quanta emit sparks of fire.

"I just sent you the map of the ventilation duct, I was able to highlight the rooms with a ventilation grille. We are lucky the hostage room is one of these rooms." Violet said in a happy and hopeful tone. Hoping that the situation can be resolved without innocent blood flowing.

Bufnita looked at the map she received on her Cyberpunk Computer screen, memorizing the potion and the deployment of the ventilation ducts.

"Within a minute, communications with me will be cut off during the entrance.

Keep an eye on the robbers and regularly update me on their location using the cameras inside the bank. "Arkan said, wanting Violet to take care of monitoring enemy forces.

'The playing field may be different, the roles and positions of the pawns have changed, but it remains the same old game as always.

I am the Lightning Bruiser who will fight on the front lines, Violet is my scout, Amity is my Black Mage, Shadow Luz is my Jack-of-All-Stats. ' He thought of Bufnita in terms of Dungeon & Dragon, a childish and useful method for himself to recap the situation he is facing.

The Masked Warlock is confident of his success not only for having faced far worse situations in the past, but mostly because he is not alone.

Violet may be a novice, but as far as Arkan is concerned, Vee is an intelligent girl who can accomplish her task.

Certainly Shadow Luz and Shadow Amity are not her true friends but they are sentient simulacra close to real business, even if they are currently limited to a supporting role.

"The greater the obstacle, the more glory in overcoming it." Arkan said, leaning forward towards a certain ventilation pipe.

His entire body turned into a cloud of smoke and ash, easily passing through the ventilation grille, floating / running into the ventilation system.

XXX

Inside the hostage chamber, a large room for bank management meetings, there are several dozen ducks, ducks, dogs and cats.

Each of them went to the bank for financial matters and remained against their will, held at gunpoint by violent criminals who nearly shot someone.

Among all these individuals is Donald Duck, the most unfortunate duck in the world.

Donald wanted to get a loan to repair his houseboat, his oldest grandson, Huey, decided to come with him to help complete the forms.

When Donald's turn came to talk to one of the bankers and the robbery happened.

Keeping Huey close to him, Donald prayed that none of the criminals would recognize him as Scrooge McDuck's grandchildren, this revelation could worsen the situation to absurd levels.

Donald's unfortunate decided not to give him peace, when one of the robbers who are in charge of keeping them good looked badly, he received a blow in the face and Huey almost got shot because of the bad temper inherited by Donald himself.

Now the situation has calmed down, but how long will it last?

Donald wrapped his arms around Huey who is crying silently in his chest.

The loving uncle is trying to give a footprint of comfort to his frightened child.

Certainly, Huey has seen a lot of scary things since he started venturing with Uncle Scrooge.

But the normal threats found in Scrooge's adventures are entirely different.

Treasure Hunters, magical creatures and ancient time traps have a completely different atmosphere, they are dangerous, but they are a manageable danger, even funny in some ways.

Being taken hostage by armed and aggressive robbers is a completely different danger, more real, more frightening and more deadly.

Especially the absence of Uncle Scrooge, Dewey, Louie, Webby, Launchpad, his adventure companions / family makes itself felt heavily for Huey who can only rely on Uncle Donald.

"Dad, will we be able to get away with it?" Huey asked in a low voice, not letting go of Uncle Donald, the only source of security in the entire room.

Donald's heart sinks, if Huey or one of his boys calls him dad it means they're incredibly sad or happy.

In this case Huey must be worried to death, the last time he called her dad was when Louie was hospitalized with a bad infection.

"Everything will be fine, the police or Uncle Scrooge will come to help us." Donald said, in a hopeful tone, wanting to make Huey think they will return home safe and sound.

"What happens if the police don't make it or Uncle Scrooge finds out too late to intervene?" Huey asked, in a trembling voice, not having too much faith in getting along in this situation.

"If the situation is that bad, a masked hero might come to save the day." Donald said, in a nostalgic tone, recalling his heyday. He was a single young man at the time and he didn't have the responsibility of raising three adorable ducklings.

"A masked hero?" Huey asked in a low voice, not understanding what Uncle Donald wants to insinuate about him.

"Before your egg hatched in Duckburg there was a masked hero capable of saving the city from any threat. He was known by many names, Duck Avenger, Paperinik, Pikappa, the defender of Duckburg, the unblemished and fearless paladin that protects his city. " Donald said, how clearly he pronounced the names and titles of the masked hero.

" What happened to him?" Huey asked, less focused on the disaster surrounding him and more attentive to Uncle Donald's words.

"Ten years ago, Duckburg crime reached an all-time low, with no opponents to face, Paperinik has disappeared.

But it is rumored that when evil returns to Duckburg, Paperinik will return to protect his city. "Donald said, in a tone hard to describe, melancholy, bitterness or regret?

'Huey, if I were still Paperinik and if I had the extransformer Shield, I would fight against all my power to save you and pull you from here.

But it's been ten long years since I've hung my cloak on the wall and haven't seriously fought anyone. ' Donald thought, wishing he was no longer as capable as he used to be, the last ten years of inactivity have rusty him.

"Do you think this notorious hero of the past could return today?" Huey asked in a hopeful tone. The normal little duck wouldn't believe this urban legend so easily. But like many other people when they are in danger they begin to believe in anyone.

Donal not wanting to lie to his nephew or even shatter his last hope, simply smiling at Huey who interprets the gesture as a yes.

Looking up at the sky ... ceiling, Donald sees a ventilation grille in the ceiling, without paying attention to what's above his head, he begins to make a quick prayer.

'Xandra, Goddess of Adventure, if you or one of your friends can hear me. I beg you to do something to help my nephew, Huey, get out of this situation unscathed. ' Donald thought, mentally begging for a miracle for Huey's safety and well-being.

At that exact moment a cloud of smoke and ash swooped out of the ventilation grille and hit the floor, narrowly missing to hit Donald and Huey.

The attention of all present, even of the armed robbers, has shifted to the dark cloud that has gathered in a single point.

In front of Donald and Huey, the smoke recomposed into a humanoid silhouette, solidifying, becoming an owl-themed masked hero.

The act itself was so surreal that everyone fell silent for a second, trying to work out what they just witnessed.

"Who the hell are you?" Huey asked quietly, looking at the imposing masked figure standing a few steps away from him and Donald.

Huey's question was the signal that started the dancing.

Bufnita sprinted forward at superhuman speed.

CRACK

The nearest robber couldn't even pull the trigger before he received a punch under the jaw causing him to fly away.

"I am revenge!" Bufnita yelled, grabbing the thug's leg as he was thrown into the air, spinning around to create centrifugal force and using his superior strength.

Bufnita threw the first criminal as if he were a cotton doll, right at one of his fellow robbers.

CLUNK!

The impact was so strong that they both lost consciousness upon impact, gaining a bunch of broken bones in the process.

The masked hero using one of his "opponents" as a living cannonball to halve the number of enemies in the room.

The remaining two criminals, one small and one big, seeing how two of their colleagues have been wiped out, have returned with their feet on the ground and are preparing to open fire.

"I am the night!" Bufnita exclaimed, deciding to use one of his abilities to end the conflict before they can shoot.

In a locked room full of civilians, the likelihood of a ricocheting bullet injuring someone is incredibly serious.

BAMF

As if by magic, Bufnita disappeared in a cloud of pure darkness, leaving behind a puddle of ink and a smell of ash.

"What's going on, the bank is haunted !?" He yelled at the littlest criminal, believing that his actions could draw the wrath of a vengeful spirit.

BAMF

The masked hero instantly reappeared right behind the confused criminal. Without losing the element of surprise, Bufnita throws a powerful punch in the back of the neck of the smaller opponent.

SOCK!

The robber's entire motorcycle helmet snapped into two pieces, revealing the face of an anthropomorphic dog with blurry eyes and a terrified expression.

The criminal, surely having a nightmare-like emotion, made no sound, he simply falls to the ground like a puppet. Here the threads are cut.

"I'm Bufnita!" The masked hero declared aloud, jerking his attention to the big criminal preparing to shoot his rifle.

The owl-themed hero with a smooth, lightning-fast motion throws an owlarang, a bird-shaped shooting weapon that functions as a shuriken.

STUD!

The bird-themed shooting weapon crashed into the trigger area of the rifle, not only damaging the rifle but severing half of the criminal's fingers.

"haaaaaa!" He yelled at the big criminal dropping the shotgun from the wound he inflicted, using his good hand to cover the gash of what remains of his left hand.

"I am victorious!" Bufnita exclaimed, sprinting forward, not giving her enemy a moment's respite.

SOCK!

A deadly sinister knocked out the last armed robber in his meeting room, leaving the hostages alone with Bufnita.

"It's not quite the miracle I was asking for, but it works anyway." Donald muttered, thinking that for once someone had heard his prayer.

I perhaps even more unlikely, Donald had one of the very rare lucky breaks that happen once every few years (decades).

"Now you are safe, because I am here!" Bufnita stated, in a heroic tone, dramatically moving her imaginative cloak.

Donald remained silent to observe the newcomer, giving him the benefit of the doubt.

'Entering through the ventilation system is a classic move. The fight was short, efficient and brutal. Maybe a little too violent for my taste, but they deserve it for threatening my baby. ' Donald thought, trying not to look at the small puddle of blood and the severed fingers of the latest criminal himself on the ground.

'I can say that this Bufnita is an experienced fighter. He managed to knock out the criminals without allowing them to fire a shot and lure their comrades. ' Donald thought, summarizing what he saw, analyzing the movements and moves of the masked owl-themed hero.

"Have any of you been injured or in need of emergency medical attention?" Bufnita asked, in a calm and composed tone, looking at the hostages for injuries.

'Worrying about civilians and asking about their health is a good sign.' Donald thought, continuing to evaluate the masked hero, noting what to see to understand if he can trust him or not.

All the hostages remained silent and still, not knowing what to do in Bufnita. Not every day a person dressed as a superhero steps out of the ventilation grille and brutally punches their armed kidnappers.

"My Uncle Donald was shot in the head a short time ago by one of those bad guys." Huey declared, pointing to one of the two criminals who is unconscious one on the high, surely the Karma is brutal and quick towards them.

"Has anyone other than the sailor been injured and in need of a quick medical check?" Bufnita asked, wanting to know if he has to deal with a single person or several people.

The hostages have begun to nod or mutter various words about how well they are.

"I'll be honest with you. I'm Bufnita, a masked vigilante with strange abilities, this is my first official operation in Duckburg." Bufnita stated, offering her stage name, his profession and the reason why none of them have ever heard of her before.

All this to put civilians to the fore and make them feel trust in him.

'This explains why a person dressed in such a costume was not spotted anywhere.' Donald thought, remembering how fast news travels to Duckburg.

"I want to get you out of here and bring each of the criminals in this Abominable bank to justice." Bufnita has loudly stated his intentions, as well as delivered the code word for Shadow Amity to act.

Slowly a dark purple slime emerges from Bufnita's shadow, forming a simple, crude door.

"This door will take you to the top of the roof, where the firefighters will pick you up in the next few hours." Bufnita said, presenting the exit ticket for the hostages.

Of course, none of the civilians ran through the muddy door created by a masked stranger who claims to be a hero.

'Magic, this can be very bad or very bad.' Donald thought, looking at the magical portal Bufnita created, trying to figure out what kind of magic he is using.

"This trick of mine works once a day and doesn't last long.

You can run away and be picked up by reputable law enforcement officers or be stuck in a violent confrontation between armed criminals and me. "Bufnita said, knowing full well which keys to press to get people to listen to her words.

In less than a minute in the meeting room there are four unconscious and beaten up criminals, a masked hero and two ducks.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Bufnita." Huey gave thanks to the masked hero, feeling as if he had met Scrooge again for the first time.

"No problem, this is my job to save the innocent and punish the wicked." Bufnita replied, trying to look friendly and approachable, not wanting to scare the kid dressed in red.

"Bufnita, five people are approaching the room you are in, I think they are making the shift change!" Violet hastily stated through the communication system that trouble is coming soon.

"Hurry and run away, the bank is about to become a battlefield." Bufnita stated, grabbing Huey and pushing him straight through the portal.

Before the masked hero could do the same to Donald, Abominable Teleportation door melted into a mere puddle of purple slime.

"Aw, phooey!" Donald exclaimed, quite sure that his misfortune decided to return at the worst possible moment.

At that moment the doors of the room snapped open, a group of five armed criminals entered as if they were ruling the world.

Seeing the room devoid of hostages, their defeated comrades and two suspicious people in the middle of the center.

RATATA!

The thugs opened fire without hesitation.

XXX

End of episode one: The madman, the angel and the ducks.

The story continues in the next episode.

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Author Note:

 Hello, for those who follow this story I'm sorry to inform you that this story is officially dead.

 After working for a few weeks and managed to finish the first episode, I felt very good, then I started to feel some itching.

 I tried to calm the itch, changing the title of the story, adding and removing tags, put it in a more precise fandom ...

 But no matter what I do touch-ups, there is something that bothers me.

 After thinking and reading a crossover story between The Owl House, and Magic: The Gathering I understood what the source of my discomfort.

 I like this story, but I love it.

 Come to think there are some points of the story hard to digest such as mental discussion and Luz Shadow and Shadow Amity.  It like Violet joins in a situation so absurd suddenly!

 I mean I can do better, much better!

 So thinking about it I decided to put on hold, Duckworld: A crazy family of heroes, you create from the corpse of her comatose her something much better.

 The title of the next attempt at a story on Disney will be called:

 The Celestial House - Heart Tales: Gathering and Keyblade