I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the decreased ticket prices after you already bought a lifetime pass! I...
[The smoke fades, and there our hero stands, triumphant, noble, dynamic - until he takes in his surroundings. He blinks. Blinks twice. Glances around.]
... Am clearly not where I'm supposed to be. Huh. Oookay, this is the last time I let Launchpad program the GPS - why did I think he could do that when he can't handle VHS?
[Someone care to clue him in?]
B
[Perhaps a little hopeful, he's found himself in/around the Haunted Mansion, trying to quiz the employees who, if you ask him, are being TERRIBLY unhelpful.]
Are you sure you haven't seen her? Tall, black and white hair, pretty pale, shape of an hourglass?
[TMI, Drakey.]
Look, all I'm saying is that this place would be her scene! Tch.
[That's when he turns to you, annoyed but still desperate.]
How about you?
C
[Well, until he gets some real answers, security might be the ideal job for him - and lo and behold, he believes he's caught a thief!]
Pause in your pilfering, you pea-brained pillager!
[Ho! Ha! Karate pose! Are you actually a no-good criminal, or there been a severe misunderstanding?]
D
[FINALLY SOME REAL ACTION! THIS IS THE STUFF HE'S USED TO! With his trusty can-hold-anything-not-quite-gun, he chases down the inky monstrosities!]
Not so fast, you dark dredges of dinginess! There's no escape from DARKWIIING DUCK!
[He fires! And out shoots pairs of rope to instantly capture and tangle the subject! ... At least, that's how it would normally work, but since they are ink creatures, they just casually slip out. He pauses, looking down at his weaponry.]
Drake Mallard | Darkwing Duck
[POOF! Blue smoke, everywhere!]
I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am the decreased ticket prices after you already bought a lifetime pass! I...
[The smoke fades, and there our hero stands, triumphant, noble, dynamic - until he takes in his surroundings. He blinks. Blinks twice. Glances around.]
... Am clearly not where I'm supposed to be. Huh. Oookay, this is the last time I let Launchpad program the GPS - why did I think he could do that when he can't handle VHS?
[Someone care to clue him in?]
B
[Perhaps a little hopeful, he's found himself in/around the Haunted Mansion, trying to quiz the employees who, if you ask him, are being TERRIBLY unhelpful.]
Are you sure you haven't seen her? Tall, black and white hair, pretty pale, shape of an hourglass?
[TMI, Drakey.]
Look, all I'm saying is that this place would be her scene! Tch.
[That's when he turns to you, annoyed but still desperate.]
How about you?
C
[Well, until he gets some real answers, security might be the ideal job for him - and lo and behold, he believes he's caught a thief!]
Pause in your pilfering, you pea-brained pillager!
[Ho! Ha! Karate pose! Are you actually a no-good criminal, or there been a severe misunderstanding?]
D
[FINALLY SOME REAL ACTION! THIS IS THE STUFF HE'S USED TO! With his trusty can-hold-anything-not-quite-gun, he chases down the inky monstrosities!]
Not so fast, you dark dredges of dinginess! There's no escape from DARKWIIING DUCK!
[He fires! And out shoots pairs of rope to instantly capture and tangle the subject! ... At least, that's how it would normally work, but since they are ink creatures, they just casually slip out. He pauses, looking down at his weaponry.]
Not one of my better days, I'm realizing.