Author's Note:
I thank everyone who follows this story and puts a kudos or one of the favorites.
Leaving reviews and comments motivates me to write better and publish the next chapters faster.
If you are a fan of Weblena, wait a bit and see how Arkan tries to put these two cute ducks together.
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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
Plot: Arkan demonstrates some of her magical abilities to Violet, walking to a nice room and starting to talk to each other.
Arkan realizes that he needs a vacation and a friend if he doesn't want to go crazy in the Duckworld. Violet realizes how crazy Arkan's world is.
When the police sirens are heard, Arkan decides to resume one of his favorite pastimes ...
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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 ...