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[reallyaduck]

Everything's fine. Mytho fell out a window, and Princess Tutu saved the day, and that was all pretty normal, and okay, there was that weird thing with Mr. Cat's shoes, but everything's still basically fine, right?

Except, no, it's not. Everything's not fine. Something's wrong with Mytho, something's really wrong, something to do with crows -- something Duck doesn't know how to fix.

At least, not by herself.

When she peers around the edge of the door to Milliways, and then sidles in, there's an anxious air around her that's awfully unlike the usual Duck.

[OOC: Duck is looking for Fakir, but she'll talk to anyone! She has no idea how much time has passed since the last time she was in Milliways, although, uh, the player does, and is apologetic about it.]

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[herr_bookman]

Autor blinks twice when DU enters the bar. It's not like her presence is unexpected--he recalls Mia talking about her--but he'd frankly forgotten about her entirely.

Huh, Autor thinks. First him, then Fakir, and now her? Apparently Goldkrone is bleeding into the bar.

Time to whip out his journal, adjust his glasses, and start making observations.

[reallyaduck]

Duck is squinting around the bar -- up, down, around (you never know when someone's going to decide to make a dramatic leap from on high)_ when a flash of a familiar blue catches her attention in the corner of eye. She spins around in that direction, with an enormous look of relief.

"Oh gosh I'm so glad you're here there's something really weird going on and there was a crow's feather and --"


. . .

. . .

"-- oh no I'm so so sorry I thought you were someone else!"

[herr_bookman]

Autor nearly squeaks. What is it with people and noticing him here! He's practically invisible back home.

"Crow's feather?" Autor says aloud, interest piqued. What does she know about crows?

He leans back--partially so she won't touch him--and pops a hand on his hip. "And who might you be looking for, Miss...?"

[reallyaduck]

Duck straightens from an apologetic bow, her long braid flying, as she does.

"Oh, um, I mean --"

Her gaze skitters around the room, slightly shifty, and then comes back to Autor.

"Say, are you from Gold Crown Town?"

If he is then she definitely shouldn't say anything about crows! And there's no reason he'd be wearing the uniform if he wasn't from Gold Crown Town, right?

(She's forgotten to answer the part about her name. She'll probably remember about it eventually.)

[herr_bookman]

She's clamming up, he thinks. Smart girl... who knows things.

"I am," he says, smiling. No reason to lie to her now, the academy uniform is a dead giveaway. Time to think quickly. "Who were you looking for? I didn't know many of us came here."

Half-truths. Always the most believable.

"Maybe I can help you find them."

[reallyaduck]

Duck relaxes a little. He seems nice and friendly!

"Fa-, Fakir . . . uh, do you know him? He's in the dance division with me . . ."

-- oh, right, there was another question in there.

"I'm Duck!"

[herr_bookman]

"Oh. Him," Autor says, facing away from her, but only a bit. Not enough to miss his clearly worried expression.

"Is it really so important that you find him right now, Duck?" he says, wrinkling his eyes, and turning the corners of his mouth downward. "I mean, I'll definitely help you. I've made a promise."

Then he offers her a sheepish, lop-sided smile. "But did you want to have a purple cow first?"

You know something. How hard will you hold onto it, I wonder?

[pullsneedles]

There's an audible gasp right behind Duck, as someone saw her hair and ended up thinking of someone else.

And then, before he can stop it, the blond, scrawny boy who looks a bit young for fourteen goes, "Oh, you're not- Oh, 'msorry."

Though there's something.....something odd about her.

[reallyaduck]

"I'm not?"

Duck spins around, looking from one side to the other.

"-- oh, I mean, I guess, I'm not! Uh, I mean, what am I not . . ."

[pullsneedles]

"I just...."

Lucas shrugs, a little helpless.

"I just got some family with hair that looks like yours."

He tilts his head a little to the side.

"Are you looking for someone? I could help."

[reallyaduck]

Oh, really?" Duck's face brightens in a smile. "I never met anybody with hair like mine before!"

Everybody else has much nicer, better-behaved hair. Like Rue --

-- but that makes her think about ravens again, and she remembers what she's here for. "Um, I'm looking for my friend Fakir . . . do you know him?"

[pullsneedles]

Lucas isn't quite sure what he's picking up and looks around to see if someone else is speaking to him in addition to Duck. Though this could look like he's searching for Fakir, too.

"I dunno anyone named Fakir," he says. "What's he look like? Oh! And before I forget, my name's Lucas."

He offers his hand to her.

[reallyaduck]

Duck is not quite sure what to do with the hand. She takes it, tries to pretend she is not squinting at it, and then ducks her head in a bow over it, because this is what you do when introducing yourself in fairy-tale Germany-Japan.

"I'm Duck! Pleased to meet you!"

[cutting_edgex23]

X's nostrils flare not long after Duck enters, and she turns away from her laptop to look at the duck.

Girl?

For a second X stays very still because her nose and her eyes are not agreeing on what ought to be there.

Then, considering this is Milliways, she files it away, stands up, and approaches.

"You are okay?"

The scent of anxiety is also fairly distinct.

[reallyaduck]

"Me?"

Duck jumps, startled, and then balances herself on the back of a chair. "Oh -- yeah, I'm okay, thank you! It's nice of you to ask!"

She bites her lip.

"I just -- I'm trying to find my friend, and I don't know if he's here, but I've looked everywhere else, so I think maybe . . ."

[cutting_edgex23]

"It is a sensible question," X offers.

It's also polite. And she's genuinely curious (and concerned) about what is going on.

"You can describe him? Your friend."

Beat.

"You know if he has been here before?"

[reallyaduck]

"Yes!" Duck agrees, brightening.

This girl is so helpful!

"He's been here before -- his name is Fakir -- he's wearing a uniform, like mine, except not like mine because it's a boy's uniform so it's a blue jacket and white pants, and, um, he's usually making a face like this --"

She demonstrates.

It looks like this: >>>>:|

[cutting_edgex23]

"He has a sword, too," X says.

It's almost a question.

"He has been here recently."

Beat.

"I do not think it will be impossible to find him."

[reallyaduck]

Duck brightens further. "Oh? That -- that's good!"

She hadn't thought it was going to be impossible either, but . . . maybe it might have been? Duck is sure that this self-possessed-looking lady knows best, and is glad to have her approval!

"He only has a sword sometimes . . ."

Her smile fades a little.

"I wish he wouldn't use it."

HE'S GONNA POKE HIS EYE OUT SOMEDAY.

[notsweetenough]

"Looking for something?"

Did Marceline just appear floating in the air above Duck's shoulder?

Yeah, basically.

[reallyaduck]

"QUA-!!!!!"

Duck flails over backwards, hands clapped tightly to her mouth. She can't afford to be a duck again right now!

[notsweetenough]

Marceline laughs, twisting up into the air above her.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

Liesss.

[reallyaduck]

Duck squints an eye up above her, and risks loosing her grip on her mouth.

"You can fly!" she squeaks.

Even as a duck Duck can barely fly! If she was a different sort of person, she might think this was unfair.

[notsweetenough]

"Yep."

Leaning slightly over Duck, "I can be invisible too, in case you didn't catch that."

[reallyaduck]

"Oh! I just thought I didn't notice," Duck confesses, sheepishly. "I kind of don't notice a lot of things sometimes. I'm sort of bad at stuff like that."

This might be the time to ask, for example, 'why were you invisible?'

Duck, instead, offers a trusting smile. "I really like your hair!"

It reminds her a little of Rue's.