#@running2re duck tion

[thelostexperiment]

You know I must hand over Brycen for the incorrect quotes, yeah? Though at least one Poe quote might be fun too…

@running2re-duck-tion

(Collin & Brycen)

Collin, T-posing in the doorway: Greetings, Brycen.

Brycen, not looking up from their coffee: Good morning, problem child.

(Mr. B & Brycen)

Mr. B, looking at their reflection: Now, that's rubbish. Who's that supposed to be?

Brycen: Well, that's you.

Mr. B: Me?! Is that what I look like?

Brycen: You don't know?

Mr. B: Busy day.

(Susan & Brycen)

Susan : You know me, Brycen, I don’t take any shit. You know what I say to my haters?

Brycen: What?

Susan : I say: “Please don’t hate me, I’m really nice.”

(Susan, Mr. B & Brycen)

Mr. B, rushing into the room: It’s terrible, just terrible! I am so upset!

Susan: Mr. B, honey, sit down! Sweetheart, tell us all about it. Brycen, would you get Mr. B some water?

Brycen: What are they gonna do with water? Has water ever made you feel better when you were upset? Have you ever heard anyone say, “Thank God, the water’s here!”?

(Collin & Poe)

Collin: What are you up to today?

Poe: I wasn’t finished.

Poe: Nothing.

Collin: But you did that yesterday!

(Susan & Poe)

Poe: Something’s off.

Susan : Maybe you’ve finally developed human emotions and feel bad for hurting people.

Poe: No, but that’s funny.

[running2redemption]

I think maybe it's time to make a pinned post: I'm accumulating side-blogs and haven't been here for a while!

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Here's a link to my rules!

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Right now my main muses are: Philip Wittebane (TOH), The Collector (TOH), The Archivists (TOH) and Gideon Gleeful (GF)

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[thelostexperiment]

"Of course it's okay." Collin said assuredly, " Maybe by next year you'll find some inspiration for a costume but that's another time."

He got up to pull out two fresh baked pumpkin pies from the oven.

"In the meantime Ms. Spruce and I brainstormed which Halloween cartoons to show that won't...trigger anything..."

He set the pies aside to cool.

"I hope you'll enjoy, 'It's The Great Pumpkin Chucky Brown'."

(@thelostexperiment )

Collin gave Smolford an option for how he wants to celebrate Halloween this year. He feels it's important to give the child the freedom of choice. So at the breakfast table he asked;

"Would you rather dress up and go out trick or treating, or would you rather stay here and watch some Halloween cartoons and give away candy with Ms. Spruce and I? It's entirely up to you."

"I've never been guising... err, trick-or-treating before but... Halloween is very... different from how I remember it. It might be prudent to learn more about the holiday before participating..." The small vulture put a hand to his chin in thought. He also had no idea what he would dress up as.

"I think I'll stay in this year. If that's okay?" Asking like that was a force of habit - Collin had never forced him to do anything he didn't want to but... some habits are very hard to break.

[slootsforshace]

“I swear, if one more of you pesky little Greyfaces asks Poe about that failure of a figment, so help me--”

“Ahem - dearest brother, might I suggest you ignore those things, and turn that curiosity towards something more... productive? Like finding us a new village to rule! That would be fun, wouldn’t it? Much more so than listening to the likes of them.”

[lucy-buzzard]

@running2re-duck-tion continue from (x)

“Like I’m going to trust the woman who kidnapped me,” The little buzzard rolled his eyes, putting as much distance as he could between them. Given that he was more useful to her alive, and was clearly being used as bait to lure his grandma out here he doubted it would be a deadly poison, but he wasn’t too keen on possibly being drugged into complacency. He also knew that chances were he’d have to cave eventually, but he’d hold out as long as he could. Why couldn’t he actually get to sit out on an adventure, just this once? Even when he tried, stuff like this happened. Maybe he should just stop trying...

Lavinia looks down at the cowered boy in the cage with dull, empty eyes. "Eat or starve, I do not care," Lavinia said as she set the plate and cup in front of the boy.

Although, when the woman looked at the boy on eye level, she noticed odd about his behavior. Most chaotic children (specifically the adventuring type) would not further themselves away from her. They would try and attack her instead.

The labrador shakes her head and stands back up. She looks out the window and notice the sky was going dark. "If Finch is this great of an adventurer I've heard so much about, then she'll come here with in three days." Lavinia looks back down at the cage child. "You better be on your best behavior if you don't anything happen to you."

[big-chicken-man]

“I'm begging you not to make this weird... you just... You looked like you needed one," Brycen mumbled, face pressed into the rooster's side, the vulture's arms wrapped around him.

{Hugs}

Shock defeated Steelbeak's instinct to pry himself free. Well, this was new. Usually, the little guy steered clear of striking distance (who could blame him?). Yet, there Brycen was, trusting he would leave the interaction without a memory of flying to call his own. Thank goodness everyone else left the boardroom.

Steelbeak smirked, patting Brycen's back. "Hey, I'm used to bein' yelled at by everybody like that. Water off my back."

Didn't make the buzzard's gesture any less pleasant. John and Phantom were lucky their frequent affection toward their partners wasn't seen as weakness. Steelbeak's smile dimmed at the thought, but he staved it off in favor of guiding Brycen to the doorway.

"Come on, pal. I’ll buy ya lunch."

[sympathy-for-thedamned]

“You belong to me," Poe reminded the old buzzard, unnatural eyes staring into Bradford's own. His expression wasn't cross, more along the lines of lightly amused. Was this going to be a power struggle or was the vulture going to accept that his place was with him?

Bradford hated that despite knowing how people worked from observation, when confronting situations he froze up. He wanted to speak, but in the moment all he could do was stare.

Those words...

A part of him wanted to be offended, to lash out and say that no one truly owned him.  The thing Bradford hated more than anything in the world - to be so helpless to his own devices, to not be the one in control, to have no control over his situation or anyone around him - it tore him up inside.  It felt like jammed gears in his inner mechanization.

However, thinking more on things, analyzing his own situation, the vulture hybrid had also acknowledged some things about their time together.  Poe had really not done anything other than help him get out of his feral vulture form.

If anything, Poe knew how it felt to be dehumanized and humiliated. Poe was the one person who could understand what Bradford felt.  The one person he had a strong connection to.  For turning him back into his original form, he owed it to Poe to help him find his sister.

It didn't help that his gaze was piercing whatever Bradford had in the confines of his chest that resembled a heart.

His pride suggested that he say he was no slave, but something else within him tried to convince him to give in.  To tell him that his work was done, he had no purpose, and he could finally rest after trying to hard and crashing even harder.

It was written on his face that he was conflicted.

A war raged in his head over what to do, how to logically get himself out of this predicament.  Even with all of his intelligence, Poe had magic on his side.  Bradford wasn't in the mood to cross anyone else.  Who knew who'd all be scorned by him if they ever found out he was living as anything less than a pet.

He closed his eyes and swallowed his pride.  "What choice do I have? I won't deny that being with you will ensure my safety, and at this point I'll need it.  My only request is that you treat me with decency."

Bradford paused and spoke lowly. "I know I don't have the right to ask it of you, but I feel like you'd understand."

[rudechickenboy]

11 Roy

@running2re-duck-tion I think I got one meant for you here

[calisotaocs]

Match Maker!

@running2re-duck-tion​ said:  Match Maker for uh... Brycen or Poe since those are my most active rn?

I’ll go with one or two for each one!

For Brycen, I feel like him meeting Leslie could be super interesting, since Leslie is a former SHUSH agent, prior to departing the agency because she just didn’t have the stomach for the work. She’s a very kind woman, though- I think getting to meet the woman who treated the injured of SHUSH for a long time would make for a pretty neat interaction.

A couple for Poe, and that’s definitely Aurora or Odette. I’ve wondered a lot what someone like Poe would think of a more whimsical but still powerful ancient magic like Gummi Magic, and Odette could be a curiosity to him. A girl who developed magic with NO obvious source, no lineage or magic items, and gained the ability to mend and heal.

[thelostexperiment]

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Bradford : So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Susan : ...I did. I broke it.

Bradford : No. No you didn't. Buford?

Buford : Don't look at me. Look at Bentley.

Bentley : What?! I didn't break it.

Buford : Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Bentley : Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Buford : Suspicious.

Bentley : No, it's not!

Brycen : If it matters, probably not, but Collin was the last one to use it.

Collin : Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Brycen : Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Collin : I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Brycen!

Susan : Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Bradford.

Bradford : No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Brycen : Bradford ... Buford 's been awfully quiet.

Buford : rEALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

Bradford , being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

Bradford : I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Bradford :

Bradford : Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

[thelostexperiment]

The old buzzard-man's eyes began to flutter open again to a very familiar sight of sandstone walls and floors. He's sitting on the old couch that must have been left here from F.O.W.L. when they still ran this library. 

Oh dear, he must have dozed off again looking through files. The vulture lets out a lazy yawn before hearing, "Sleep well?" As he realized just who he'd been sleeping against... Again...

He straightened himself up rubbing his baggy old man eyes.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry, Brycen. This is becoming an awful habit."

The younger buzzard merely gave a polite smile to his older brother. "It's alright, Mr. B, I've started to get used to it."

"But still, it must be terribly inconvenient for you."

"I've mostly been reading up on these files while you were asleep anyway. I hope we can find something about you soon..."

Mr. Buzzard let out a sigh through his nostrils, he was beginning to wonder if there really *is* anything about him here. He decided to change the subject to something less frustrating.

"I had a very interesting dream, that our ages were switched and we were were frantically trying to reverse it somehow." He gave a tired chuckle, "I suppose that could never really happen though."

The younger brother grimaced at the thought, his face hardened a little before he shook the feeling away. "I wouldn't be too sure about that..." Then he gave the old man a curious glance. "Mr. B, would you want to become a younger man? That is if that's what you dream about..."

Mr. B just shrugged, "I'm not sure, I've never been young before as far as I know. Must be nice though, to have all that extra energy."

Brycen scoffed a little, "I don't have that much more, and I'm sure it'll be even less as the years roll on."

"Hmmm..." Mr. B thought it over a little more. "Maybe, I'd just to try it and see what it's like... If I don't like it I can always just wait for age to catch up with me again." He said with a little smirk...

[thelostexperiment]

running2re-duck-tion​:

Note to self - get a replacement bulb for the records room.

“Though I do have to admit, if this leads to a dead end and my theory is wrong… I’m out of ideas,” Brycen confessed, still reluctant to say what exactly his theory was aloud.

No one really wants to hear ‘your creator didn’t want you/found you flawed and someone else kept you alive to spite him/for some other unknown purpose.’

~ After some time has passed ~

* * *

The trio arrive in the area close to where Susan found Mr. Buzzard. The vast cavernous halls once again eco with the presents of people. Susan saw Mr. B fit to be in charge of the small hand drawn map on the way there but his eyes were too busy looking up at the several-stories-high walls lined with empty glass cells. Even the second time seeing left a feeling of awe and foreboding that he wasn’t watching where he stepped until he was stopped by Susan putting her arm up against his chest. He gave her a confused expression before looking down where he was about to step.

There, at his feet was a broken ray-gun with a cracked crystal in its center.

“Didn’t want any broken pieces going into your foot,” Susan said before urging him to move on, “ We’re almost there. Just watch your step.”

 In Mr. B’s usual curiosity, he felt compelled to pick up the gun and its broken parts and inspect it closely like a jeweler with a gem, especially the crystal, as he followed, still mindless of where he was stepping. 

The whole trip back to the beginning there was something Susan had been wanting to ask Brycen, now that Mr. B was distracted with his new find and since they were so close to where she found him, if she didn’t ask now she never would. As they turned the next corner she awkwardly inched up next to the younger buzzard and cleared her throat.

“So… this-uh- this place sure has a lot of futuristic holding cells… Y'all weren't- ehh… Wh-what were y’all holding in these things? N-not judging or anything, I just... there aren’t going to be any monsters or mutant experiments from F.O.W.L. around here, right?”

[thelostexperiment]

Lost Souls, Found Family

Being stranded in a giant ancient library can cause one to lose track of time without a watch, so the trio had stopped in one of the converted rooms, which now served as a lounge, to rest. Although at least one of the three had a habit of using what was supposed to be their time to rest for more private work. That one was Susan, while she thought Mr. Buzzard and Brycen were asleep.

Bits of paper, pencils, and cartography tools were scattered around her as she sat on the hard stone floor in front of a large unfolded map of the world with several little red X’s dotted all over it, and several more were being added by Susan. She was hunched over her map so closely that her chest was against the floor, her flashlight clenched between her shoulder and neck. The uncomfortable looking position didn’t seem to bother her, though, or rather she was too focused on her work to notice any discomfort.

She was also so far engrossed in her work that she didn’t see Mr. B, who was curled up with his back towards her on his side of the unzipped, fully opened sleeping bag, had begun to stir. Sleep just didn’t last as long as it should for the old vulture no matter how tired he’d got. He put his glasses on and twisted his head around to check what his funny little duck friend was doing. For a moment he watched curiously in silence before he noticed the cruder little partially drawn map of the library laying close to Susan. He always wanted a closer look at the smaller map.

He carefully rolled onto his belly as silently as he could manage on the soft, rustley fabric. He gradually spread his left limbs across the rest of the open sleeping bag, trying to be ever so subtle as he slid the rest of himself to the other half of the sleeping bag. The map seemed close enough to grab from his perspective angle but stretching his arm as far as it could reach over the bare sandstone floor showed it as at least a foot or so away from his wiggling outstretched fingers. After scooting himself right at the edge of the plush cloth and trying again with similar results. Despite not wanting to touch that dusty old floor with his body, he scooted part way off the sleeping bag and tried again... scooted a little further and tried again... with every failure he dragged his carcass every inch closer until he was halfway off of the sleeping bag.

Finally, he was just able to touch it with his fingertips and started scratching the paper closer into his palm. That was just when Susan decided to sit up and stretch her strained back. The sudden movement startled the old buzzard, all he could think to do is close his eyes and pretend he was asleep. The duck woman had to put the flashlight down to fully stretch her neck and shoulders. It was when she was giving her spine a twist when she noticed how Mr. Buzzard was sprawled across the floor, positioned like a dying man desperately reaching for the first drink of water he’s seen in days and the small map still in his fingers. She stifled a snicker as she looked down as her silly vulture friend before tapping his beak with a finger.

“Boop!”

The boop made it clear that he was caught as one eye peeked open then both.

“What’re ya doin’, silly?” She whispered in case Brycen was still sleeping.

With a huff Mr. B picked his head up from the sandstone tile with a guilty expression.

“I wanted a look at this,” he said holding up the maplet, “If I may…?”

He finished the request with a wide toothy grin.

The goofy looking grin made her snort a little with a snicker. 

“Of course you can. All you had to do was ask.”

That confirmation was all Mr. B needed to sit up with some confidence and unfold the paper to read. Nothing too interesting as he’d thought it’d be but as he brought it closer to the light he could see a faint image bleed through from the back of the map. He flipped it over and found that Susan’s been using the back of a worn poster to draw her map on.

“Huh…” he muttered, intrigued by the little individual pictures of what looked to be a duck family he'd never seen before. He tilted his head as he closely studied each of their faces. 

“Who are these people?” he asked without looking up from the poster.

Susan glanced at him, her smile weakened for a sec before bringing it back. 

“Oh that? They're my family.” 

She turned her whole body around and scooted towards him and pointed at each picture, Starting with an older stern looking drake as she said, “This is my dad, his name’s Artemis but everyone usually just calls him ‘Arty’. He likes collecting antiques and he’d love telling me a little history about them.” 

Her finger slid to an eternally tired yet kindly looking older female duck.

“That’s my mom Dorthia or ‘Dot’. She always seemed to worry about me a lot, but looking back she must’ve really had her hands full with fore kids and housework and helping Dad pay the bills and I wasn’t the easiest kid to take care of…” Her smile began to shrink as she lingered on the picture a moment longer. 

Mr. B now noticed how similar the duck in the picture looked to Susan, but there were still plenty of differences between them that he could still easily tell each other apart. 

She then blinked back to reality as she moved her finger to the other three younger drakes.

“And these are my brothers. Charles, Anthony, and Ezekiel but I call them Charlie, Andy, and Ezzy. Charlie’s the oldest and even a bigger nerd then me,” She tittered a little under her breath before continuing, “Andy and Ezzy are twins but you can tell them apart ‘cause Andy’s super obsessed with dinosaurs since always, I guess, and Ezzy alway loves cars and machines and gadgets and he’d even build stuff outta junk he’d find…” 

Her half maintained smile quickly faded once she stopped talking.

Mr. Buzzard looked between the poster and her with a slight look of concern. It took a moment to ask his next question. “So… How long have they been missing?”

Susan looked at him with surprise. 

“Wh- How’d you know they’re missing?”

The vulture looked back at her bemused. 

“Uuuuh, Because it’s written here on the poster…?”

“But it’s in Greek,” She said even more confused, “I had to run it through Waddle translator.”

“Oh. That must explain the weird grammar then.” He replied before reading the text out loud in a hushed tone, “‘MISSING! Have you seen anyone look like the people in this photo? This is the Spruce family. If you find yourself, you will receive a $200 cash reward and a FREE PLANE!’”

Susan was both shocked and impressed. 

“I… Wow. I had no idea you could speak Greek, B.”

“Well, I can read Greek but I have no clue how the actual words sound…” explained Mr. B, “It’s actually like that with a lot of languages for me. I guess if I ever go abroad I’ll be useful for reading signs and whatnot but if a local comes up to me and starts speaking in their naitive tongue, all I’d be able to do is smile and nod while I’m sweating bullets because I’d have no clue whether they’re asking for the time or calling me a ‘stupid fat turkey’.”

A huff of laughter came out of Susan as that mental image popped into her head.

“So?” He pressed, “How long?”

Her smile once again faded as she sighed and looked down at the floor. 

“Since the moonvasion... I filed a missing persons report with the authorities but there’s been no word from them and I got tired of waiting. That’s the main reason I’m a quote, ‘explorer’, unquote. I’m… I’m looking for them.”

Mr. B remained silent as a few questions entered his head, then he looked back up at her, head tilted. 

“If you’re really just looking for your family how do you make a career out of being an ‘explorer’?”

“Well it’s actually real simple,” Susan started to explain, “I fly to a country in my plane, and then I start looking for em’, askin’ around, putin’ up posters and spreading them around, both English and whatever's the main language of the country, and then I move to the next place and do it all over again, and over…and over…and…over…”

Mr. B’s face was a mixture of puzzled and concerned for his friend. His head tilted the other way as he said, “I still fail to see how that makes any money…”

The duck woman tried not to look as tired as she felt while she continued. 

“Well while I’m in that country, I get some temp jobs or seasonal work to earn enough to get me to the next country. For, ya’know, like food and airplane fuel…” She perked up a little remembering something, “Oh and I got a webstore up where I sell handmade clothes and figurines and mail it to customers…I mean, I’ve only had one person buy something there… but at least I sold something.”

The time for puzzlement ended, now the older Buzzard was completely worried as he harshly whispered, “Ms. Spruce! How can you live off that!? What do you even do for shelter?”

“I mostly just camp out, which is mostly, sorta, fun… except when the weather’s bad… but then I just sleep in the plane if it gets too bad outside.”

Mr. B was dumbfounded by this new information. He’s seen pictures of famous explorers in plenty of books through the library. He even read that Isabella Finch pulpit he found under the shorter leg of a wobbly table. Suffice to say he had a pretty good idea of what an explorer was supposed to be like, and for a while looking at Susan and the way she was dressed he was fooled into thinking she was like them but now…

“That sounds less like being an Explorer, and more like being homeless with extra steps.”

The bluntness of that comment really struck Susan hard.

“I’m n-!” She stopped herself from yelling, she looked away and said in a soft whisper as she curled into herself, “I’ve got a home… I just don’t wanna go back there… not yet… not without them…”

This all was so surreal to the vulture… Or maybe it’s just his new perspective from this revelation. 

“Why… Why didn’t you say anything about this to either of us? Why did you keep this to yourself when Brycen told us about him losing his family?” His tone sounded more angry than he meant, really he was more worried than anything.

“Nobody really asked, and I was afraid if I told him all this then, it’d just look like I was trying to make it about me when it wasn’t…”

The buzzard frowned. “That…makes no sense. How would sharing this kind of information make anything other than what you've shared about you?”

She was starting to get defensive with all these questions.

“I-I don’t know. I just…” Her tone broke from a whisper to a hushed yelling, “Well what was I supposed to say? ‘Sorry you lost your whole family in one event, I lost mine too. Let’s throw an Orphan Party! Wooooo’!”

Mr. B suddenly realized how upset all these questions were making her as he noticed her eyes were beginning to well up, but right now he was afraid her harsh whispering might wake Brycen. “Shhh! Okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please lower your voice.”

She did. She stopped talking all together. It was getting painful to speak anyway as she felt a lump form in her throat that she was trying to swallow down. Mr. B didn’t know what to do or say that could help in this matter. What do you say in times like this that hasn’t probably been said a thousand times before? What would actually help?

He suddenly remembered reading that child’s story, The Little Prince…

“Would you… maybe… like one of these?” He had spread his arms wide open for an embrace.

At first she was confused by what he meant but then it clicked. She crawled up to the old vulture and wrapped her arms around him as he did the same. She let herself sink into the plush old body as Mr. B draped his neck over her shoulder and rested his chin on her head. From his peripheral vision he could see the larger map with all the little red X’s that suddenly make such terrible sense to him. 

He truly did feel sorry for the poor girl. All those times she liked to bring up something about her family, at the time he found it equally as endearing as annoying sometimes. Now it was painfully obvious why. 

He found himself thinking out loud.

“Can I help?”

Susan huffed with a smile that was buried in his chest. With some sniffles she turned her head to speak unmuffled.

“Aw, thanks, B. This does help a little…”

“No. I want to help you find them.” He clarified.

She tries to look up at him, despite the fact his head’s still resting on hers and all she can see is the end of his beak.

“That’s real sweet Mr. B, but you don’t have to.”

The old vulture’s grip around her tightened slightly as he shook his head that still rested on her’s. He’s certain he’s made up his mind this time.

“You’re the first person to find me, you’re the first to try to help me,” He stubbornly whispers with determination in his tone, “Now I want to help you. However I can. Once I get the answers I want I’ll help you solve your problems as well, and I refuse to take ‘no’ as a viable answer, Susan.”

That seemed to be what broke the dam for her as the tears she was fighting to keep down for a more solitary moment to herself flowed out. She buried her face back into his chest to muffle her sobs, as her grip on him tightened as well. 

Through the muffled sobbing she tried to say, “You’re a sweet ol’ man, B… B-but what about Brycen?” but it came out garbled.

Mr. B wasn’t sure what she said but he didn’t want to ask her to repeat it while she was like this. His own mind did find itself wandering Brycen’s way on its own anyhow.

He took his chin off her crown and lowered it to her buried face.

“Would it be a breach of confidence if I tell my brother about this later?” he gently asked.

She looked his way, shook her head and muttered, “No…”, as she tried to wipe some tears away.

She felt so tired now… or maybe she was just realizing just how tired she’s really been. There were still some streaks down her white cheeks as she closed her eyes. Her arms were still wrapped around his torso and it looked like the little duck woman had no intention of letting go anytime soon. Mr. Buzzard wasn’t perturbed as he reached back with one hand and dragged the now cold sleeping bag up to them both and maneuvered his way onto it to lay down without letting go of her.

As his own eyes slowly eased shut he looked at the abandoned mess of papers and the still active flashlight, Susan left just a foot away. He’d worry about the whole mess tomorrow when everyone is properly rested. Tonight, he’s content as serving as a pillow for his fellow lost soul and found family member.

[thelostexperiment]

Collin, holding a soccer ball: Have you ever heard the sound of a rubber ball breaking a window?

Smolford: *slowly shakes head* Uhh-uh...

Collin: wOuLd YoU lIkE tO!?

[slootsforshace]

In his defense, he’d tried to time it so he’d arrive back at the mansion while Bradford was still at the office. It’d be easier that way, to sneak into his own home like some kind of coward and get things sorted out on his own. If he was really careful, he wouldn’t have to run into anyone else, either.

Scrooge took the long route up to the manor, circling around the back and using the kitchen door to slip inside. He shut it silently, head turned to better listen for anyone nearby; focusing, he could hear what sounded like Beakley moving around upstairs in her own wing, but beyond that it was quiet.

Now fairly positive that no one was going to burst in on him - and that none of the security system was about to activate - Scrooge heaved a sigh as he moved from the kitchen, through the TV room and up the grand staircase. His head was already pounding, strong enough to occasionally blur his vision, and it was so tempting to just head right to his bedroom and sleep until it stopped. Never the less, he turned toward his office and study instead, determined to get his problem dealt with right away.

[lucy-buzzard]

@running2re-duck-tion ask for a starter with Lavinia Labrador

Lavinia has to admit, she wasn't expecting the kidnapping to be so easy... Although come to think of it, is it that much of a surprise? The famous adventurer, Isabella Finch, left her child sidekick behind in the woods. By the time Finch goes back to that camp, the boy will be long gone.

The labrador made sure the note she left behind was put in an obvious spot. Finch is an adventurer, she'll find the boy. Eventually. For now the boy will be a "guest" in her home till the time is right.

Speaking of the boy, his lunch is ready. Lavinia takes the plate and cup to the boy in the living room. Where his put in a small cage. "Here is your lunch," Lavinia said with a monotone voice. "It is not poisonous. If you wish to keep your energy up then I suggest you eat."